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I want those who get to know me
To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies Take it up or leave it I'm not gonna change a bit If it means heartache Then leave it out for your sake I tried and I tri-tried To take care of my insides Nobody's perfect so leave me if you object I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers When you're a pirouetting, highkicking, thigh slapping cruiser When you're a hip grinding, spellbinding, clean cut seducer You have to be careful so people take note I take it serious, but I still like a joke I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers Take it up or leave it I'm not gonna change a bit If it means heartache Then leave it out for your sake I tried and I tri-tried But still you say that I lied Nobody's perfect So leave me if you object Take it up or leave it I'm not gonna change a bit If it means heartache Then leave it out for your sake I tried and I tri-tried To take care of my insides Nobody's perfect So leave me if you object |
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| 2. |
| 3:52 |
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Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
Every girl is a something girl Every girl is a something girl Every girl is a something girl She's got something Every girl is a something girl Every girl has a somehing smile Every girl is a something girl For a while If I had three wishes I know mine I would not ask the stars to shine I wouldn't ask for gems or pearls I'd ask for the something girls Every girl is a something girl From the whites of her eyes To the tip of a curl Every girl sends a something boy With that something When this old world won't treat you right You're not feeling yourself tonight Think of someone you can do Relax and let that something through Every girl is a something girl She's got she's got something |
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| 3. |
| 2:50 |
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All I thought I wanted was a front door
All I thought I wanted was a place in the country Now I realise I wanted so much more Some I love but you I adore You think you're really swinging But you're off the beat The move your brains are thinking Doesn't reach your feet You got to get this complication out your head Or find another man instead All I thought I wanted was a front door All I thought I wanted was a place in the country Now I realise I wanted so much more Some I love but you I adore You listen very close to what the bad girls said In all those crumby articles and in my bed They said I'm just a stripper not afraid to strip I got my brains rattlin' my hips Ok, Marco, let's hear what you can do All I thought I wanted was a front door All I thought I wanted was a place in the country Now I realise I wanted so much more Some I love but you I adore You've got the kind of looks That make a dead man stare But when it comes to working, honey You ain't there I try to tell you nicely but the screaming starts You're playing ping pong with my heart All I thought I wanted was a front door All I thought I wanted was a place in the country Now I realise I wanted so much more Some I love but you I adore All I thought I wanted was a front door All I thought I wanted was a place in the country Now I realise I wanted so much more Some I love but you I adore All I thought I wanted was a front door All I thought I wanted was a place in the country Now I realise I wanted so much more Some I love but you I adore All I thought I wanted was a front door All I thought I wanted was a place in the country Now I realise I wanted so much more I've heard enough don't wanna hear no more |
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| 4. |
| 4:12 |
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If I ask you difficult questions
If I make improper suggestions Would you find that a risk to your health? Would you put me up on the bookshelf? With the books And the plants Desperate but not serious Your kisses drive me delirious If I were kind and adoring How would that be? Very boring Mister Pressman, with your penknife Always asking about my sex life And who with And how many times Desperate but not serious Your kisses drive me delirious All the advice seems so unkind If you don't stop, you will go blind They tell you it's none of their business And console you with a big kiss On the lips And on the back of your neck Desperate but not serious Your kisses drive me delirious Desperate but not serious Your kisses drive me delirious Desperate but not serious Your kisses drive me delirious ... |
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| 5. |
| 3:35 |
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When you get a number one
The only way is down And if you have a sticky patch They start looking, start looking around Listen close to what men say Take what you want, what you want What you want, what you want And throw the rest away In the night when things go bump Think of me, think of me (here comes the grump) Think of me, think of me (here comes the grump) Think of me, think of me Here comes the grump Doctors said "Adam, sex kills" So come inside, come inside Come inside, come inside Come inside and die When you get a number one The only way is down And if you have a sticky patch They start looking, start looking around In the night when things go bump Think of me, think of me (here comes the grump) Think of me, think of me (here comes the grump) Think of me, think of me Here comes the grump © BMG Music Publishing Limited |
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| 6. |
| 2:37 |
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Densmore/manzarek/morrison/krieger
Hello, I love you Won't you tell me your name? Hello, I love you Let me jump in your game Hello, I love you Won't you tell me your name? Hello, I love you Let me jump in your game She's walking down the street Blind to every eye she meets Do you think you'll be the guy To make the queen of the angels sigh? Hello, I love you Won't you tell me your name? Hello, I love you Let me jump in your game Hello, I love you Won't you tell me your name? Hello, I love you Let me jump in your game She holds her head so high Like a statue in the sky Her arms are wicked, and her legs are long When she moves my brain screams out this song Sidewalk crouches at her feet Like a dog that begs for something sweet Do you hope to make her see, you fool? Do you hope to pluck this dusky jewel? Hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello I want you Hello I need my baby Hello, hello, hello, hello |
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| 7. |
| 3:28 |
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With the heartbreak open
So much you can't hide Put on a little makeup, makeup Make sure they get your good side, good side If the words unspoken Get stuck in your throat Send a treasure token, token Write it on a pound note, pound note Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow There must be something inside We don't follow fashion That’d be a joke You know we're going to set them, set them So everyone can take note, take note When they saw you kneeling Crying words that you mean Opening their eyeballs, eyeballs Pretending that you're <a href="/Al_Green" title="Al Green">Al Green</a>, Al Green Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside No one's gonna tell me What's wrong and what's right Or tell me who to eat with, sleep with Or that I've won the big fight, big fight Look out or they'll tell you You're a "Superstar" Two weeks and you're an all-time legend I think the games have gone much too far If the words unspoken Get stuck in your throat Send a treasure token, token Write it on a pound note, pound note Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside 'Cause I don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside 'Cause I don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside 'Cause I don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside 'Cause I don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside |
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| 8. |
| 2:44 |
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Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
People come people go, how long I'll stay I just don't know When showbiz is a dirty word, I hope my time will come Crackpot history and the right to lie People love people hate, for my downfall they just can't wait When showbiz is a dirty word, I hope my time will come Crackpot history and the right to lie I wish that everyone could see a show by Liza Minnelli Such a marvellous lady with talent by the ton Crackpot history and the right to lie People lie people hurt, like to read their Sunday dirt So every Jeckyll needs a Hyde to blame the business on Crackpot history and the right to lie Every rebel that I've met say they're going to die and yet I see them now and they ain't dead yet, and pushing forty one Crackpot history and the right to lie Pumping is a splendid gift, I hope you will catch my drift Some like pumping in the lift, just like the Scottish Tongs Crackpot history and the right to lie There is nothing like the sound of a nicely laundered pound Trying to collect around forty million Crackpot history and the right to lie |
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| 9. |
| 3:28 |
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Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
You think that I'm amde of money You've got something coming honey This ain't no land of milk and honey My accountant thinks that's funny Instead of trying to use your brains You sit round and suck my veins Your kind of rat belongs in drains You're gonna get around You like all those big fancy cars Trendy people and their wine bars But your lying will leave its scars Get around, get on your horse You think that I'm made of reddies That makes me choke on my Shreddies I may smile and act so sunny But this boy is not your dummy Marriages are made in heaven So what the hell happened to mine? |
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| 10. |
| 2:56 |
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Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
Get on your backstep where you belong Leave your shirt and tie undone Cajun twister all night long You fight so hard to get your name What big eyes you got grandma On every tongue in every brain What big eyes you got grandma How in the hell can you complain What big eyes you got grandma Privacy's gone down the drain Get on your backstep where you belong Leave your shirt and tie undone Cajun twister all night long Pay attention You fight so hard to get your name What big ears you got grandma On every tongue in every brain What big ears you got grandma How in the hell can you complain What big ears you got grandma Privacy's gone down the drain You fight so hard to get your name What a big mouth you got grandma On every tongue in every brain What a big mouth you got grandma How in the hell can you complain What a big mouth you got grandma Privacy's gone down the drain Get on your backstep.... You fight so hard to get your name Please don't eat my leg grandma On every tongue in every brain Please don't eat my leg grandma How in the hell can you complain What a bore you popstars are Privacy's gone down the drain |
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| 11. |
| 3:04 |
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Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
I call round your house I try on your phone but you cry Leave me alone leave me alone I like your face you dig my eyes Come on now honey try this for sighs And if a push comes to a shove And we have to call it love then Baby I'll do it Baby I'll do it I don't drive no rig I don't need no car so you cry Leave me alone leave me alone I like your face you dig my eyes Come on now honey try this for sighs I don't want no lip I can smell your lies when you cry Leave me alone leave me alone You like my face I dig your thighs Scrap that honey try this for sighs |
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| 3:30 | 
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