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| 4:02 | ||||
2. |
| 5:51 | ||||
3. |
| 5:01 | ||||
4. |
| 3:12 | ||||
5. |
| 3:47 | ||||
6. |
| 2:59 | ||||
7. |
| 7:43 | ||||
8. |
| 5:41 | ||||
9. |
| 3:25 | ||||
She caught my eye
When she came into view I met her on some New York avenue I liked her smile Her style and her grace Her sexy walk could light up anyplace She said to me I just came in from Paris I said to her I'd like to get to know you She said to me I'm shy and a bit embarrassed I said to her There are some things I'd like to show you Christine, Christine I soon found out It was more than fascination I soon found out It was much more than just a cheap imitation I held her hand Slowly we got closer Felt like a man And not some kind of poseur Yes it's true she just came in from Paris Her French perfume I got to know it better We talked of love and poetry and marriage Then I discovered that mysterious love letter Christine, Christine She caught my eye When she came into view I met her on some New York City avenue I liked her smile Her style and her grace Her sexy walk could light up anyplace She said to me I must go back to Paris I said to her Oh please don't do that to me She said to me I got another boyfriend I said to her Well why didn't the hell you tell me Christine, Christine |
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10. |
| 3:05 | ||||
11. |
| 3:47 | ||||
12. |
| 3:29 | ||||
Baby Jean
Vaudeville queen She love to ragtime in the night I know I'm gonna miss my baby Jean Cause she treats me oh so right But the New York Skyline it's calling me home tonight Female, feline, feminine, she's been making my world so bright Hindsight, foresight Sometimes we've got no sight at all New love, true love Sometimes we've got no love at all But the New York Skyline it's calling me home tonight Female, feline, feminine, She's been making my world so bright New York Skyline, New York Skyline I can see those city lights And I can feel those neon signs Bright lights, big city Well it must be modern times Yes it must be modern times Well it must be modern times |
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13. |
| 4:18 | ||||
14. |
| 3:52 | ||||
15. |
| 4:40 | ||||
Everybody, everywhere, everyone
All around the world Calling all you people Calling every boy and girl You can be everything, anything You really want to be But you can't play the victim Got to put an end To this self-fulling prophecy Give it up and kick it out Lift yourself up and you find the answer Can't judge another by the color By the color of his skin Can't live on the surface Got to give it from the places within Ain't no preacher gonna teach us 'Bout the meaning of love It's up to you and me To give what we got plenty of Give it up and kick it out Life yourself up just like a dancer Give it up, pick it up And keep it up Lift yourself up and you find the answer Everybody, everywhere, everyone All around the world Calling all you people Calling every boy and every single girl You can be everything, anything You really want to be And it's right here for you The answer ain't no great big mystery Give it up and kick it out Life yourself up just like a dancer now Give it up, pick it up And keep it up Lift yourself up and find the answer |
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| 3:58 | ||||
17. |
| 5:00 | ||||
18. |
| 4:42 | ||||
Take me to the Matador
He will know just what it's for He will help me with my life He will open ev'ry door When the bull is in the ring I need all the help you can And the Mariachis sing With the lonely mandolin See those people shout out loud Give me more and give me more And I'm thinkin' to myself Take me to the Matador Take me to the Matador He will fill and ease my soul He will give me confidence When I think I've lost control He will help me with my Muse In the age of win and lose With the ancient cup and swords And a hundred Spanish lords See one thousands violins Golden trumpets soar on high Waves and waves of joyful hymns Silver sonnets reach the sky Fight the battles and the blues Wars of love and wars of art Tonight the cape is what I choose Goya's in my Spanish heart He will help me with my love Dance the dance that lovers do Rhumba with the velvet glove 'Neath the Barcelona moon See one thousands violins Golden trumpets soar on high Waves and waves of joyful hymns Silver sonnets rech the sky Take me to the Matador |