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There's a mickie in the tasting of disaster In time in time you get faster Harry Hippie is a waste as if he hasta procrastanatin' Something moving in the brain of a doer In time in time feel a little newer I switched from coke to pep and I'm a connoisseur 'Bout time 'Cause there's a method in the madness of the thinking In time oh we oughta It seems the best of all the sadness is is a sinkin' In time in time muddy water And there's a wreck yard in the mind of a quitter In time in time gonna git bitter He don't give a heck or is he blind and makin' litter In time 'bout time gonna need a babysitter I felt so good I told the leader how to follow In time in time git down So glad I could not feel indeed so very hollow No need to follow Insecurities attracting every flirter In time in time it's murder If you don't mind please why give slack to a deserter In time Well well oh well day light is all I see stay light and wait for me See you tomorrow noon miss me I'll see you soon I told you it's not the teachin' it's the learning In time in time don't need no burning When I mold you to start reaching in the mernin In time Well well there's a feeling oh so real in every human On time 'bout time There's a reeling when you don't know what you're doing In time 'bout time Haay stay around get a show in time don't you know Two years too long to wait Two words will get it straight In time See an answer in time and that ain't nothing I'm a dancer Two years too long to wait Two words will get it straight |
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| 2. |
| 2:58 |
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If You Want Me To Stay I'll be around today To be available for you to see I'm about to go And then you'll know For me to stay here I've got to be me You'll never be in doubt That's what it's all about You can't take me for granted and smile Count the days I'm gone Forget reaching me by phone Because I promise I'll be gone for a while When you see me again I hope that you have been The kind of person that you really are now You got to get it straight How could I ever be late When you're my woman takin' up my time How could you ever allow I guess I wonder how How could you get out of pocket for fun When you know that you never number two Number one gonna be number one I'll be good I wish I could Get this message over to you now When you see me again I hope that you have been The kind of person you really are now I'll be so good I wish I could Get the message over to you now |
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| 2:52 | 
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| 4. |
| 3:09 |
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I'll be down, when you're gone Call me back on the telephone Lil ole, lil ole, lil ole name and a title I gets all the way down If I don't keep smilin' witchall You gonna see me frown That's why I keep music All around the bed So I can call Frisky Very hard to be led in the wrong direction Frisky, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh Frisky, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh Frisky, yeah, yeah, Frisky, hah hah Put a little tickle on the Jones' head Turn off the lights and go to bed Have you ever ever stopped a rainbow I don't think so at least It kept on comin' What an afternoon feast Energy the jailur Wanna keep it in check Gonna check with my tailor 'Cause I don't give a heck Yeah, yeah, Frisky, Frisky yeah Ah huh Frisky, oh yes sir Frisky Put a little tickle on the Jones' head Turn off the lights and go to bed Under-under-understand the power of a little heart Applied at the wrong pressure Makes for a slower start yea Short time I'll be there Didn't wait too long I long for sunday When I don't feel strong Get down somethin' Frisky |
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| 5. |
| 4:39 |
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| 6. |
| 2:51 |
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| 7. |
| 3:53 |
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| 8. |
| 2:21 |
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| 9. |
| 5:20 |
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Que Sera, Sera
(Whatever Will Be, Will Be) When I was just a little girl I asked my Mother, "What will I be? Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?" Here's what she said to me: "Oue sera sera, Whatever will be, will be. The future's not ours to see. Que sera, sera, What will be, will be." When I grew up and fell in love I asked my lover, "What will I be? Will I have rainbows Day after day" Here's what my lover said: "Que sera, sera, Whatever will be, will be. The future's not ours to see. Que sera, sera, What will be, will be." Now I have children of my own, They ask their Mother, "What will I be? Will I be handsome? Will I be rich?" I tell them tenderly: "Que sera sera, Whatever will be, will be. The future's not ours to see. Que sera, sera, What will be, will be." |
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| 10. |
| 1:57 |
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| 11. |
| 3:35 |
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