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1. |
| 3:14 | ||||
I'm up on the eleventh floor And I'm watching the cruisers below He's down on the street And he's trying hard to pull sister Flo Oh, my heart's in the basement My weekend's at an all time low 'Cause she's hoping to score So I can't see her letting him go Walk out of her heart Walk out of her mind She's so swishy in her satin and tat In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat Oh God, I could do better than that She's an old-time ambassador Of sweet talking, night walking games And she's known in the darkest clubs For pushing ahead of the dames If she says she can do it Then she can do it, she don't make false claims But she's a Queen, and such are queens That your laughter is sucked in their brains Now she's leading him on And she'll lay him right down Yes she's leading him on And she'll lay him right down But it could have been me Yes, it could have been me Why didn't I say, why didn't I say, no, no, no She's so swishy in her satin and tat In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat Oh God, I could do better than that So I lay down a while And I look at my hotel wall Oh the cot is so cold It don't feel like no bed at all Yeah I lay down a while And I look at my hotel wall But he's down on the street So I throw both his bags down the hall And I'm phoning a cab 'Cause my stomach feels small There's a taste in my mouth And it's no taste at all It could have been me Oh yeah, it could have been me Why didn't I say, Why didn't I say, no, no, no She's so swishy in her satin and tat In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat Oh God, I could do better than that |
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2. |
| 2:22 | ||||
Sometimes I'm right and I can be wrong
My own beliefs are in my song The butcher, the banker, the drummer and then Makes no difference what group I'm in I am everyday people, yeah yeah There is a blue one who can't accept the green one For living with a fat one trying to be a skinny one And different strokes for different folks And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo-bee Oh sha sha - we got to live together I am no better and neither are you We are the same whatever we do You love me you hate me you know me and then You can't figure out the bag l'm in I am everyday people, yeah yeah There is a long hair that doesn't like the short hair For bein' such a rich one that will not help the poor one And different strokes for different folks And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo-bee Oh sha sha-we got to live together There is a yellow one that won't accept the black one That won't accept the red one that won't accept the white one And different strokes for different folks |
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3. |
| 3:19 | ||||
4. |
| 6:35 | ||||
5. |
| 2:25 | ||||
6. |
| 2:42 | ||||
7. |
| 1:11 | ||||
8. |
| 3:06 | ||||
9. |
| 1:41 | ||||
10. |
| 0:59 | ||||
11. |
| 0:45 | ||||
12. |
| 3:15 | ||||
13. |
| 1:46 | ||||
14. |
| 0:32 | ||||
15. |
| 1:25 | ||||
16. |
| 1:04 | ||||
17. |
| 2:20 | ||||
18. |
| 0:25 | ||||
19. |
| 0:54 | ||||
20. |
| 0:45 | ||||
21. |
| 2:48 | ||||
22. |
| 0:52 | ||||
23. |
| 3:11 | ||||
24. |
| 4:42 | ||||
25. |
| 2:03 | ||||
26. |
| 1:15 | ||||
27. |
| 0:53 | ||||
28. |
| 2:32 | ||||