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Dale Peters; Jim Fox; Joe Walsh
Woman! I've been hearin' 'bout the things you say Woman, yeah I don't want you talkin' that way Wanna take you home, give you some money Every time I try, you think that it's funny Woman, yeah I don't want you talkin' that way Don't want to break you I just want to make it, oh yeah, yeah, yeah, hey Woman Oh, how about you and me? Woman Think about what it could be Wanna take you home, do things to you Every time I try, you just think that I'm foolin' Woman, woah How about you and me? Don't wanna break you I just want to make you, oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Come on, do it for me once! Oh, woman, yeah I don't want you to act so bad Woman, yeah, yeah, yeah You're the best thing I ever had Wanna take you home, spend my time with you You see it, babe, it's clear that I miss you Woman, yeah, yeah, yeah I don't want you to act so bad I don't wanna break you I just wanna make it, oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ah, ah, ah, ah woman Why do you, why do you act that way? Woman, yeah, yeah, yeah You know what? Ah, good God! Ya know what? Aw, get it on! |
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Would you like to come home with me?
I can think of things to show ya Thinkin' that I'd like to know ya, uh Mornin' milkman's comin' Get up, greet my day Evenin' brings the sun in Still I find my way Change of plans, makin' a landin' to see ya And I do wanna be your man, oh, yeah Sunday, highway drivin' It all looks about the same Nowhere, just arrivin' Still I play the game I'm home grown, growin' my own and I need ya Need ya to beg my pardon, to tend my garden Flowers, she's sittin' for poses She wants me to sing my song Hours, she's like a stoned Moses Guess I'll sing along |
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Well I’m sitting in the middle of a story
Would you like to read my line Sipping on a morning glory Would you like to taste my wine Don’t forget to tell the sun I sleep through the day See him when the morning comes Everything’s OK The captain’s in the chartroom Navigating on a star Can’t know where we’re going 'Cause he don’t know where we are Don’t you think I don’t know How to tell the time Can’t you see you can’t sell me Something that is mine You just sit to talking And I’m sure there’s nothing said Your book is lying open And I don’t think much is read The dog is outside barking At something he can’t see The garden gate is closing |
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Hey? ooh? what'll I do
Looks like it's the end Ooh? hey? could you please stay There I go again You know I hate to lose her The good thing that I had I would rather lose her Then watch it all go bad I guess I'll just go on ahead There's still some things to come Yes? things are pretty much said Back where I came from Hey? ooh? what'll I do Looks like it's the end Ooh? hey? could you please stay There I go again It may be that I found my way And not see her again Tomorrow is a brighter day Why should I pretend I know I won't see her again We've gone our separate ways Making love every now and then I don't have much to say Hey? ooh? what'll I do Looks like it's the end Ooh? hey? could you please stay There I go again Hey? ooh? what'll I do Looks like it's the end Ooh? hey? could you please stay There I go again |
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Walsh
Thanks to the hand that feed you Give the dog a bone Thanks to the man that gives you Haven't got your own That's the way the world is Get just what you can Wake up again tomorrow A little less a man, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, yeah Yes to the man above you Hope you pass the test No to the man below you Leave him with the rest That's the way the world is Get just what you can Wake up again tomorrow A little less a man, yeah, oh, yeah Everybody knows, everybody goes To make a buck today But that ain't the way it should be It's changin' every way, yeah Thanks to them that feed you Give the dog a bone Thanks to them that give you You haven't got your own That's the way the world is Get just what you can Wake up again tomorrow A little less a man Yeah, oh, yeah, mmm.... |
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Sometimes I sit and I stare at the rain
Isn't rain filled with sorrow? Wonder if I'll see my home again Will it be dry tomorrow? Time passes softly and I'm a day older But still I m living days gone by Ashes to ashes, the rain's turning colder Finding tomorrow, the ashes, the rain and I |
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