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| 4:39 | ||||
3. |
| 3:21 | ||||
4. |
| 1:39 | ||||
5. |
| 2:23 | ||||
6. |
| 2:53 | ||||
7. |
| 4:07 | ||||
Something about the way you taste.
Makes me want to clear my throat. There's a methods to your movements. That really gets my goat. I looked for sniffy linings. But you're rotten to the core. I've had just about all I can take. You know I can't take it no more. Got a gut feeling, I've got a gut feeling. I've got a gut feeling, feeling. Centered 'round long time ago. On your ability to torment. Then you took your tongs of love. and stripped away my garment. I looked for sniffy linings. But you're rotten to the core. I've had just about all I can take. You know I can't take it no more. I've got a gut feeling. I've got a gut feeling. I've got a gut feeling, feeling. I've got a gut feeling. I've got a gut feeling, feeling. I've got a gut feeling I've got a gut feeling, feeling. I've got a gut feeling I've got a gut feeling, feeling. I've got a gut feeling I've got a gut feeling, feeling. I've got a gut feeling I've got a gut, OWWWW, OHHH! Slap your mammy down. Slap your pappy down again. Slap your mammy down. Slap your pappy down again. Slap your mammy down. Slap your pappy down again. Slap your mammy down. Slap your pappy down again. Slap your mammy down. Slap your pappy down again, oh move it up and down now. Slap your mammy down. Slap your pappy down again, oh move it all around now. Slap your mammy down. Slap your pappy down again, oh move it up and down now. Slap your mammy down. Slap your pappy down again, oh move it all around now |
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9. |
| 3:11 | ||||
10. |
| 3:07 | ||||
Here's to you, Nicola and Bart
Rest forever here in our hearts The last and final moment is yours That agony is your triumph |
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| 3:56 | ||||
12. |
| 3:27 | ||||
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14. |
| 3:24 | ||||
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| 4:15 | ||||
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| 3:41 | ||||
17. |
| 1:29 | ||||
See the dwarves and see the giants
Which one would you choose to be? And if you can't get that together Here's the answer, here's the key You can freeze like a 30 Century Man Like a 30 Century Man I'll save my bread and take it with me 'Til a hundred years or so Shame you won't be there to see me Shakin' hands with Charles De Gaulle Play it cool and Saranwrap all you can Be a 30 Century Man You can freeze like a 30 Century Man Like a 30 Century Man Like a 30 Century Man |
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| 1:34 | ||||
19. |
| 3:14 | ||||
I'm up on the eleventh floor
And I'm watching the cruisers below He's down on the street And he's trying hard to pull sister Flo Oh, my heart's in the basement My weekend's at an all time low 'Cause she's hoping to score So I can't see her letting him go Walk out of her heart Walk out of her mind She's so swishy in her satin and tat In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat Oh God, I could do better than that She's an old-time ambassador Of sweet talking, night walking games And she's known in the darkest clubs For pushing ahead of the dames If she says she can do it Then she can do it, she don't make false claims But she's a Queen, and such are queens That your laughter is sucked in their brains Now she's leading him on And she'll lay him right down Yes she's leading him on And she'll lay him right down But it could have been me Yes, it could have been me Why didn't I say, why didn't I say, no, no, no She's so swishy in her satin and tat In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat Oh God, I could do better than that So I lay down a while And I look at my hotel wall Oh the cot is so cold It don't feel like no bed at all Yeah I lay down a while And I look at my hotel wall But he's down on the street So I throw both his bags down the hall And I'm phoning a cab 'Cause my stomach feels small There's a taste in my mouth And it's no taste at all It could have been me Oh yeah, it could have been me Why didn't I say, Why didn't I say, no, no, no She's so swishy in her satin and tat In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat Oh God, I could do better than that |