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You're nobody 'til somebody loves you
You're nobody 'til somebody cares You may be king, you may possess the world and its gold But gold won't bring you happiness when you're growin' old The world still is the same, you'll never change it As sure as the stars shine above You're nobody 'til somebody loves you Find yourself somebody to love The world still is the same, you'll never change it As sure as the stars shine above But you're nobody, nobody 'til somebody loves you So find yourself somebody do love |
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Knock Me A Kiss
I like cake, no mistake, but baby if you insist I'll cut out the cake, just for your sake Baby! c'mon and knock me a kiss I like pie, i hope to die, just to get a load of this When you get high, doggone the pie Baby! c'mon and knock me a kiss When you pressed your little lips to mine, that was then i understood They taste like candy, brandy and wine, peaches, bananas and everything Good I love jam and no film flam, scratch that off my list This ain't no jam, the jam can scram Baby! c'mon and knock me a kiss When you pressed your sweet little lips to mine, that was then i understood They taste like candy, brandy and wine, peaches, bananas and everything Good I like cars and big cigars but baby they won't be missed If everyday i hear you say Baby! c'mon and knock me a kiss Baby! c'mon and knock me a kiss |
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Aw, sookie sookie now
(Hey! Ugh! C'mon babe!) Hey there, sugar dumplings Let me tell you something Girl I've been trying to say (now) You look so sweet And you're so doggone fine I just can't get you out of my mind You've become a sweet taste in my mouth (now) And I want you to be my spouse So that we can live happily (now now) In a great big old roomy house And I know you're gonna groove me, baby (oh yeah, now) Make me feel good inside Come on and ... Groove me, baby I need you to groove me (Oh yeah, now now, darling Ugh! Come on, come on. Hey! Ugh!) Hey there, sugar dumplings Come on give me something Girl I've been needing for days Yes, some good good loving With plenty plenty hugging Ooh, you cute little thing Girl between you and me (now now) We don't need no company No other man, no other girl Can enter into our world Not as long as you groove me, baby (oh come on) Make me feel good inside Come on and ... Groove me, baby Move me, baby Aw, sock it to me, mamma. (Ugh!) Aw, I like it like that, baby. (Ugh!) Groove me, baby (Hey! Ugh!) Groove me, darling. Come on, come on I need you to sock it to me, mama Come on and ... Groove me, baby (Hey! Ugh!) Good God, it make me feel so good inside (now, mama) Come on, come on and ... Groove me, baby Groove me, baby Aw, sock it to me Sock it to me, rock it to me Come on, come on, come on and ... Groove me, mama I want ... |
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Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents. No phone, no pool, no pets I ain't got no cigarettes Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room I'm a man of means by no means King of the road. Third boxcar, midnight train Destination, Bangor, Maine. Old worn out clothes and shoes, I don't pay no union dues, I smoke old stogies I have found Short, but not too big around I'm a man of means by no means King of the road. I know every engineer on every train All of their children, and all of their names And every handout in every town And every lock that ain't locked When no one's around. I sing, Trailers for sale or rent Rooms to let, fifty cents No phone, no pool, no pets I ain't got no cigarettes Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room I'm a man of means by no means King of the road. |
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Pick up the pieces
Pick up the pieces Pick up the pieces Pick up the pieces Pick up the pieces Pick up the pieces Pick up the pieces Pick up the pieces |
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Go Daddy-O!
Go Daddy-O! Go Daddy-O! Go Daddy-O! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! You gotta go daddy-o! |
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