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| 1. |
| 6:20 | 
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Je n'ai marre with your theatrics,
Your acting's a drag, It's ok on TV, but you can turn it off, Your marriage is a tragedy, But it's not my concern, I'm very superficial I hate everything official, Your private life drama, baby, leave me out,(x2) Your sentimental gestures only bore me to death, You've made a desperate appeal, now save your breath, Attachment to obligation, through guilt and regret, shit that's so wet And your sex life complications are not my fascinations, Your private life drama, baby, leave me out,(x2) Oh! You asked my advice I say use the door, But you're still clinging to somebody you deplore, And now you wanna use me for emotional blackmail, I just feel pity when you lie, contempt when you cry, Your private life drama, baby, leave me out,(x2) Oh! Your private life drama, baby, leave me out,(x8) |
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| 2. |
| 4:35 |
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I'm hoping to find a new source of information,
I'll step off the line, I've been searching for some inspiration, The thing I wrote off as false came true, Another gift of mine with love from me to you. Don't be intimidated, I don't want to be the first one, It's a problem calculated, I've been searching for some inspiration, The thing I wrote off as false came true, Another gift of mine with love from me to you. Stop it now I've been killing myself, I've been willing myself, To give back all what he gave, Another turnstile bare to the bone turning alone. Hope he's turning in his grave, My source of satisfaction from laying it on the line, You could be the one too, I've been searching for some inspiration, The thing I wrote off as false came true, Another gift of mine with love from me to you. Stop it now I've been killing myself, I've been willing myself, To give back all what he gave, Another turnstile bare to the bone turning alone. Hope he's turning in his grave, I'm hoping to find a new source of information, I'll step off the line, I've been searching for some inspiration, Searching for some inspiration. (fade to end) |
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| 3. |
| 5:37 |
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Warm Leatherette,
See the breaking glass, Beneath the underpass. Warm Leatherette, Feel the crushing steel, Feel the steering wheel. Warm Leatherette melts, On your burning flesh, You can see your reflection, On the luminescent dash. Warm Leatherette, A tear of petrol, Is in your eye, The hand brake, Penetrates your thigh. A tear of petrol, Is in your eye, Quick let's make love, Before we die. On Warm Leatherette, Join the carcrash set. |
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| 4. |
| 4:42 |
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Driving down those city streets
Waiting to get down Won't you take your big machine Somewhere in this town Now in the parking lot garage I found the proper place Just follow all the written rules You'll fit into the space Pull up to my bumper baby In your long black limousine Pull up to my bumper baby And drive it in between Pull up, to it, Don't drive, through it Back it, up twice Now that fits nice Operate around the clock, Slow it if you come in? I've got lots of space for everyone One for you my friend? My lines are short I'll fix you up So won't you please come on, Shiny sleek machine you wheeled I've got to blow your horn. Pull up to my bumper baby In your long black limosine, Pull up to my bumper baby And drive it in between. Pull up to it, don't drive through it, Back it, up twice, now that fits nice, Grease it, spray it Let me lubricate it Pull up to my bumper baby (to end) |
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| 5. |
| 8:41 |
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't ain't no big thing
To wait for the bell to ring 't ain't no big thing, the toll of the bell Aggravated, spare for days I troll down town the redlight place Jump up, bubble up What's in store Love is the drug and I need to score Showing out, showing out, hit and run Boy meets girl where the beat goes on Stiched up tight, can't shake free Love is the drug got a hook on me Oh, catch that buzz Love is the drug I'm thinking of Oh, can't you see, love is the drug for me Oooh, oooh Late at night I parked my car Staked my place in the singles bar Face to face, toe to toe Heart to heart as we hit the floor Lumbered up, limbo down The locked embrace, stumble round I say go, she say yes Dim the lights, you can guess the rest Oh, catch the buzz Love is the drug I'm thinking of Oh, can't you see Love is the drug got a hook on me Oh, catch the buzz Love is the drug I'm thinking of Oh, can't you see, love is the drug for me Oooh, oooh Oooh, oooh ... Oooh, oooh Love is, love is, love is the drug |
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| 6. |
| 5:04 |
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It's much louder than before, man
Can you hear me? Nightclubbing, nightclubbing We're what's happening Nightclubbing, nightclubbing We're an ice machine We see people, brand new people They're something to see We're nightclubbing Bright-white clubbing Oh isn't it wild? Nightclubbing, nightclubbing We're walking through town Nightclubbing, nightclubbing We walk like a ghost We learn dances, brand new dances Like the nuclear bomb We're nightclubbing Bright white clubbing Oh isn't it wild? Nightclubbing, nightclubbing We're what's happening Nightclubbing, nightclubbing We're an ice machine We see people, brand new people They're something to see We're nightclubbing Bright-white clubbing Oh isn't it wild? |
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| 7. |
| 5:57 |
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Colour and warmth came into your world,
It makes me crazy, When you don't get what you want, You scream and you shout, You're still a baby. Don't give me a line, Keep the lid on the bottle this time, I'm still a lady, I won't do it tonight, I won't do it tonight, No way baby, I won't give in and I won't feel guilty. Rant and rave to manipulate me, From the nipple to the bottle, Never satisfied, From the nipple to the bottle, Now the cow must die. Power and wealth surrendering myself, It ain't easy, Embarassing my store by opening up my door, When it's breezy. You showed me your force, Exaggerated stamina and energy, No place for that, No place for that, It's not that easy. Rant and rave to manipulate me, From the nipple to the bottle, Never satisfied, From the nipple to the bottle, Now the cow must die. You ain't gon get it, I ain't gon give it, You ain't gon get it, I ain't gon give it. Colour and warmth came into your world, It makes me crazy, When you don't get what you want, You scream and you shout, You're still a lady. Don't give me a line, Keep the lid on the bottle this time, I'm still a lady, I won't do it tonight, I won't do it tonight, No where baby, I won't give in and I won't feel guilty. Rant and rave to manipulate me, From the nipple to the bottle, Never satisfied From the nipple to the bottle, Now the cow must die. I ain't gon give it, you ain't gon get it, If I don't give it, how you gonna get it? I ain't gon give it, you ain't gon get it, If I don't give it, how you gonna get it? (fade) |
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| 8. |
| 5:30 |
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It's all right if you love me,
It's all right if you don't, I'm not afraid of you running away honey, I get the feeling you won't. There's no sense in pretending, (?) Something inside you, is feeling like I do, We've said all there is the say. Breakdown, honey go ahead and give it to me, Breakdown, honey take me tonight, Breakdown, I'm standin' hear can't you see, Breakdown, it's all right, it's all right, it's all right. It's all right if you love me, It's all right if you don't, I'm not afraid of you running away honey, I get the feeling you won't, It's OK if you must go, I'll understand if you don't, You say goodbye right now, I'll still survive somehow, Why should we let this drag on? Breakdown, honey go ahead and give it to me, Breakdown, honey take me tonight, Breakdown, I'm standin' hear can't you see, Breakdown, it's all right, it's all right, it's all right, baby. Breakdown, honey go ahead and give it to me, Breakdown, honey take me tonight, Breakdown, I'm standin' hear can't you see, Breakdown, it's all right, it's all right, Breakdown, honey go ahead and give it to me, Breakdown, honey take me to the night, Breakdown, I'm standin' hear can't you see, Breakdown, it's all right, it's all right, Breakdown. (To End) |
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| 9. |
| 4:03 |
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Tied to the tracks and the train's just coming
Strapped to the wing with the engine running You say that this wasn't in your plan Don't mess around with the demolition man Tied to the chair and the bomb is ticking This situation was not of your picking You say that this wasn't in your plan Don't mess around with the demolition man I'm a walking nightmare, an arsenal of doom I kill conversation as I walk into the room I'm a three line whip I'm the sort of thing they ban I'm a walking disaster I'm a demolition man I'm a walking nightmare, an arsenal of doom I kill conversation as I walk into the room I'm a three line whip I'm the sort of thing they ban I'm a walking disaster I'm a demolition man You come to me like a moth to the flame It's love you need, but I don't play that game You kept on coming, you should have ran I'm nobody's friend, I'm a demolition man I'm a walking nightmare, an arsenal of doom, I kill conversation as I walk into the room I'm a three line whip I'm the sort of thing they ban I'm a walking disaster I'm a demolition man Demolition man... |
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| 10. |
| 7:26 |
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Des yeux qui font baisser les miens
Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche Voila le portrait sans retouche De l'homme auquel j'appartiens Quand il me prend dans ses bras Il me parle tout bas je vois la vie en rose Il me dit des mots d'amour des mots de tous le jours Et ca me fait quelque chose Il est entre dans mon coeur Une part de bonheur Dont je connais la cause C'est lui pour moi Moi pour lui dans la vie Il me l'a dit, l'a jure pour la vie Et des que je l'apercois Alors je sens en moi, mon coeur qui bat... When he takes me in his arms and whispers love to me everything's lovely It's him for me and me for him all our lives and it's so real what I feel this is why Et des que je l'apercois Alors je sens en moi,mon coeur qui bat... la vie ......... La vie en rose,la vie en rose ohhhhhhhh.....la vie La vie en rose, La vie en rose,la vie en rose la vie en rose ,la vie en rose la vie en rose , la vie en rose la vie en rose, la vie en rose Je t'aime voir toujours... |
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| 11. |
| 6:01 |
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Take a toke from the smoke,
Never standing by the door, Just stretching out pan de floor, That way him don't fall over, No way him gwan fall out pan me, That way him won't fall over, No way him gwan fall out pan me. 'Cause he's layed back, not laying back, Layed back, not worried back, Layed back, not thinking back, Layed back, never holding back, My Jamaican guy, My Jamaican guy. When my dread start to sw.. Him no think if it hot nor cold, We just come in a de riva cold, Dat way him don't waste him wata, No way it gwan run out pan him, Dat way him don't waste him wata, No way it gwan run out pan him. 'Cause he's layed back, not worried back, Layed back, not thinking back, Layed back, not laying back, Layed back, never holding back, My Jamaican guy, My Jamaican guy. My J.A. guy. Take my life for a drive, Never need to change his tools, Him drive like a stubborn mule, Dat way him naw go plop plop, No way gas gwan bun out pan him, Dat way him naw go plop plop, No way gas gwan bun out pan him. 'Cause he's layed back, not thinking back, Layed back, not worried back, Layed back, not laying back, Layed back, never holding back, My Jamaican guy, My J.A. guy. |
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| 12. |
| 4:18 |
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Walking down the street
Kicking cans Looking at the billboards Oh so rad Summing up the people Checking out the race Doing what I'm doing Feeling out of place Walking, walking In the rain Feeling like a woman Looking like a man Sounding like a no-no Mating when I can Whistling in the darkness Shining in the night Coming to conclusions Right is night is tight Walking, walking In the rain Come in all you jesters Enter all you fools Sit down no-no's Vulgar fools Trip the light fantastic Dance the swivel hips Coming to conclusions Button up your lips Walking, walking In the rain |
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| 13. |
| 4:29 |
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Strange
I've seen that face before Seen him hanging 'round my door. Like a hawk stealing for the prey Like the night waiting for the day. Strange He shadows me back home Footsteps echo on the stone. Rainy nights and hustling boulevards Parisian music tripping from the bars. Tu cherches quoi? Rencontrer la mort? Tu te prends pour qui Toi aussi tu detestes la vie. Dancing by the restaurants Home with anyone you want. Strange He's standing there below Staring eyes thrill me to the bone. Dans sa chambre Joelle et sa valise. Elle regarde ses fringues Sur les murs des photos Sans regret Sans melo. La porte est claquee Joelle est barree. |
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