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| 1. |
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Give me all your paper ma
Gimme all your jazz Give me something that I need Something I can have Mrs. London's coming round She's coming with her son Gimme all your paper ah So I can get a gun She has got it in for me Yeah I mean it honestly She's so mean Give me all your paper ma So I can buy a train They just want to suck you in To being one of them Tell her that I'm not in here Tell her I'm a freak Tell her that I fall about Every time I speak She has got in for me Yeah I mean it honestly I just scream Give me all your paper ma So I can buy a train I don't know how I got in here It's making me insane Have another cigarette And have another cigarette In a room where lovers go Talking on the telephone They have go it in for me Yeah I mean it honestly They all dream |
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| 2. |
| 3:58 |
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Caroline laughs, and it's raining all day
Loves to be one of the girls She lives in the place in the side of our lives Where nothing is ever put straight She turns herself 'round And she smiles and she says "This is it, that's the end of the joke" And loses herself in her Dreaming and sleep, and her Lovers walk through in their coats Pretty in pink, isn't she? Pretty in pink, isn't she? All of her lovers all Talk of her notes and the Flowers that they never sent And wasn't she easy, and Isn't she pretty in pink? The one who insists he was the First in the line is the Last to remember her name He's walking around in this Dress that she wore She is gone, but the Joke's the same Pretty in pink, isn't she? Pretty in pink, isn't she? Caroline talks to you Softly sometimes, she says, "I love you" and "Too much" She doesn't have anything You want to steal Well, nothing you can touch She waves She buttons your shirt The traffic is waiting outside She hands you this coat She give you her clothes These cars collide Pretty in pink, isn't she? Pretty in pink, isn't she? ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By ASHTON, JOHN/BUTLER, RICHARD/BUTLER, TIMOTHY/DAVEY, VINCENT Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing |
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| 3. |
| 3:19 |
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She comes in like an angel,
And goes down like these flats. I don't know why she does all this. It's making her see that I don't want you always, And I won't hold your hand. I won't give you flowers, I just want to sleep with you. I just want to sleep with you. I just want to sleep with you. I got my own morals, You've got your own too. Lovers will just steal your clothes, But I'm not one of them. Forgive me. I just didn't want to run away with you. There's romance, or so she says. I want to sleep with you. I just want to sleep with you. I just want to sleep with you. I want to sleep with you. I didn't want to fade in you. I make my own scenes. These go-go girls are happening. They're just like accidents. He's got sunglasses, electric shoes, This vicious dog, and I shake. A uniform in black and blue, He wants to be your guard. I just want to sleep with you. I just want to sleep with you, now. |
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| 4. |
| 3:17 |
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there's demonstrations
and demonstrations listen to the weathermen they're not saying anything they're tripping flags for you this crazy face for you you don't have a point of view you don't have to say you do no tears, no colours, yeah there's conversation and conversation talk about yourself again talk about the rain again another lie for you another point of view how can you believe in them? don't believe in anything no colours, no tears, yeah there's demonstrations and demonstrations listen to the weathermen they're not saying anything there's conversation and conversation talk about yourself again talk about the rain again no tears, no colours, no you now |
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| 5. |
| 4:03 |
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Mrs. Jones is seventeen, and six, and twenty-four.
Moderately pretty. She is all the girls, you know. We are going far away. We're going for a ride. Mr. jones has got a plan, If you just come inside. So good, so far. Slow down, ha ha. Movie stars, and ads, And radio define romance. Don't turn it on, I don't want to dance. Mr. Jones is beautiful. Your eyes are made of glass. Looking through the window, You can see the world go past. Here's another nine o'clock, And here's another day. Wonder how the weather is, And what the people say? So good, so far. Slow down, ha ha. Movie stars, and ads, And radio define romance. Don't turn it on, I don't want to dance. Mr. Jones can turn you on And turn you off again. Mr. Jones is all of you Who live inside a plan. Put your head upon the pillow, Never put it down. That would only wake you up And turn your head around. So good, so far. Slow down, ha ha. Movie stars, and ads, And radio define romance. Don't turn it on, I don't want to dance. |
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| 6. |
| 4:35 |
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No kind of love.
I don't want to make no scene - Lovers come and go - or make you Mrs. Anyone or make you Mr. Me. I'm into you like a train. Yeah, fall in love. I don't want to tape you down or shack you up with me, or put you where the flowers go or get into your mind. I'm into you like a train. Now fall in love. Yeah, fall in love. If you believe that anyone like me within a song is outside it all, then you are all so wrong. If you believe that anyone like me within a song would try and change it all, then you have been put on. I don't want to wear no side or complicate it all, or celebrate your prettiness and kick you in it all. So wrong. |
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| 3:52 |
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You laugh at her in all the cars
She's easily confused There isn't any wrong or right Or up and down on you There isn't any reason There isn't any sense Nothing else is happening This is where you are It goes on and then it rains We run away It goes on again If you say no just one more time He's gonna trash your wife He has to have a lie to live Or something to believe He has a god He calls it you He has a highway too Inside his head these wheels go round He says that he loves you It goes on, and then it goes around again It goes on again It goes on It goes on, and then it goes Around again It goes on again You know this guy that lives downstairs There's parties all the time Where they put on wigs and stuff So they can be themselves He calls you this He calls you that You lose your memory All this goes on all the time So I don't go down there It goes on, and then it rains again It goes on again It goes on, and then it goes Around again It goes on again |
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| 8. |
| 2:54 |
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blue cars big beat
dead on my feet i get this heat run round lime street do this be there i just don't care all day day wear go home she's there i don't think that i can stand i'm so run down she is oh so out of hand she's coming down run down who cares i'm so happy i get some clerk talk talk talk talk get up get down this is toy town all day day wear go home she's there i don't think that i can stand i'm so run down she is oh so out of hand she's coming down now sometimes she says she loves me i just don't believe it all day she says my set it plays love songs all day it sells toothpaste razors band-aids it sells love and it sells hairspray ha ha all day monday monday i don't think that i can stand i'm so run down she is oh so out of hand she's coming down now |
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| 9. |
| 6:23 |
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a phonebook full of accidents
a girl to drive your car a suit to wear on mondays and a coat a magazine a heavy rain a holiday a painting of the wall a knife a fork and memories a light to see it all you didn't leave me anything that i can understand hey i never meant that stuff i want to turn you round dominoes a pack of cards a picture of the queen a dress to wear on sundays and a handle for the door a letter that i sent for you a note you left for me a wave a pack of cigarettes a pocket full of beads you didn't leave me anything that i can understand hey i never meant that stuff i want to turn you on you didn't leave me anything that i can understand hey i never meant that stuff i want to turn you round you didn't leave me anything that i can understand hey i never meant that stuff i want to turn you on the sound of people getting drunk a ceiling and a sky a bank that's full of promises a telephone that lies a visit from your doctor he crawls in through the door a mirror you can look in so that you know where you are you didn't leave me anything that i can understand hey i never meant that stuff i want to turn you round you didn't leave me anything that i can understand now i'm left with all of this a room full of your trash |
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| 3:53 |
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it is here for you
listen to the conversation playing pretty tunes sorry i can't wait for you i couldn't stand to stay you have to get right out of here you have to get away i had to pay the doorman just to let me use the door i had to use a muscleman to pick me off the floor they're making up things that we've all heard before like romance and engage and divorce you have to be crazy to stay in this place you just have to laugh at it all i met this girl and called her ma i called her everything i called her fab and mrs. fish i didn't get her name she's making me a pair of shoes so i can run away she's making me a plastic wig she's making me again i had to pay the doorman just to let me use the door i had to use a muscleman to pick me off the floor they're making up things that we've all heard before like romance and engage and divorce you have to be crazy to stay in this place you just have to laugh at it all some people are dancing and some fall in love to the music of military tunes you have to be crazy to stay in this place you just have to laugh at it all i didn't want to put you on or tape you down at all or leave you here so all alone or put you in this room they're making up things that we've all heard before like romance and engage and divorce you have to be crazy to stay in this place you just have to laugh at it all |
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| 3:26 |
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Mrs. Jones is seventeen, and six, and twenty-four.
Moderately pretty. She is all the girls, you know. We are going far away. We're going for a ride. Mr. jones has got a plan, If you just come inside. So good, so far. Slow down, ha ha. Movie stars, and ads, And radio define romance. Don't turn it on, I don't want to dance. Mr. Jones is beautiful. Your eyes are made of glass. Looking through the window, You can see the world go past. Here's another nine o'clock, And here's another day. Wonder how the weather is, And what the people say? So good, so far. Slow down, ha ha. Movie stars, and ads, And radio define romance. Don't turn it on, I don't want to dance. Mr. Jones can turn you on And turn you off again. Mr. Jones is all of you Who live inside a plan. Put your head upon the pillow, Never put it down. That would only wake you up And turn your head around. So good, so far. Slow down, ha ha. Movie stars, and ads, And radio define romance. Don't turn it on, I don't want to dance. |
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| 0:5 |
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blue cars big beat
dead on my feet i get this heat run round lime street do this be there i just don't care all day day wear go home she's there i don't think that i can stand i'm so run down she is oh so out of hand she's coming down run down who cares i'm so happy i get some clerk talk talk talk talk get up get down this is toy town all day day wear go home she's there i don't think that i can stand i'm so run down she is oh so out of hand she's coming down now sometimes she says she loves me i just don't believe it all day she says my set it plays love songs all day it sells toothpaste razors band-aids it sells love and it sells hairspray ha ha all day monday monday i don't think that i can stand i'm so run down she is oh so out of hand she's coming down now |
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| 13. |
| 12:02 |
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a phonebook full of accidents
a girl to drive your car a suit to wear on mondays and a coat a magazine a heavy rain a holiday a painting of the wall a knife a fork and memories a light to see it all you didn't leave me anything that i can understand hey i never meant that stuff i want to turn you round dominoes a pack of cards a picture of the queen a dress to wear on sundays and a handle for the door a letter that i sent for you a note you left for me a wave a pack of cigarettes a pocket full of beads you didn't leave me anything that i can understand hey i never meant that stuff i want to turn you on you didn't leave me anything that i can understand hey i never meant that stuff i want to turn you round you didn't leave me anything that i can understand hey i never meant that stuff i want to turn you on the sound of people getting drunk a ceiling and a sky a bank that's full of promises a telephone that lies a visit from your doctor he crawls in through the door a mirror you can look in so that you know where you are you didn't leave me anything that i can understand hey i never meant that stuff i want to turn you round you didn't leave me anything that i can understand now i'm left with all of this a room full of your trash |
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