Disc 1 | ||||||
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1. |
| 3:11 | ||||
2. |
| 3:17 | ||||
3. |
| 2:39 | ||||
4. |
| 3:25 | ||||
5. |
| 2:46 | ||||
6. |
| 2:48 | ||||
7. |
| 2:58 | ||||
8. |
| 3:10 | ||||
9. |
| 3:12 | ||||
Falling in love again
Never wanted to What am I to do? Can't help it Love's always been my game Play it how I may I was made that way Can't help it Men cluster to me like moths around a flame And if their wings burn, I know I'm not to blame Falling in love again Never wanted to What am I to do? Can't help it Fallin' in love again Never wanted to What am I to do? Can't help it Love's always been my game Play it how I may I was made that way Can't help it Men cluster to me like moths around a flame And if their wings burn, I know I'm not to blame Fallin' in love again Never wanted to What am I to do? Can't help it Men cluster to me like moths around a flame And if their wings burn, I know I'm not to blame Fallin' in love again Never wanted to What am I to do? Can't help it |
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10. |
| 3:25 | ||||
11. |
| 2:49 | ||||
12. |
| 2:42 | ||||
13. |
| 3:15 | ||||
14. |
| 2:23 | ||||
15. |
| 3:02 | ||||
16. |
| 3:41 | ||||
(^*^)
Once I had a secret love That lived within the heart of me All too soon my secret love Became impatient to be free So I told a friendly star The way that dreamers often do Just how wonderful you are And why I am so in love with you Now I shout it from the highest hills Even told the golden daffodils At last my heart's an open door And my secret love's no secret anymore ♡ (Interlude) ♡ Now I shout it from the highest hills Even told the golden daffodils At last my heart's an open door And my secret love's no secret anymore (^*^) Maxmp3 (^*^) |
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17. |
| 3:07 | ||||
18. |
| 2:46 | ||||
Darling you send me
I know you send me Darling you send me Honest you do, honest you do Honest you do, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh You thrill me I know you, you, you thrill me Darling you, you, you, you thrill me Honest you do At first I thought it was infatuation But woo, it's lasted so long Now I find myself wanting To marry you and take you home Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh You, you, you, you send me I know you send me I know you send me Honest you do Whoa-oh-oh, whenever I'm with you I know, I know, I know when I'm near you Mmm hmm, mmm hmm, honest you do, honest you do Whoa-oh-oh, I know-oh-oh-oh I know, I know, I know, when you hold me Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, whenever you kiss me Mmm hmm, mmm hmm, honest you do At first I thought it was infatuation But woo, it's lasted so long Now I find myself wanting To marry you and take you home I know, I know, I know, you send me I know you send me Whoa-oh-oh-oh, you you you you send me Honest you do |
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19. |
| 2:26 | ||||
20. |
| 2:09 | ||||
Disc 2 | ||||||
1. |
| 2:35 | ||||
2. |
| 2:54 | ||||
3. |
| 3:16 | ||||
4. |
| 2:48 | ||||
5. |
| 2:43 | ||||
6. |
| 3:02 | ||||
7. |
| 2:58 | ||||
8. |
| 3:30 | ||||
9. |
| 3:00 | ||||
10. |
| 3:13 | ||||
11. |
| 2:29 | ||||
12. |
| 2:31 | ||||
13. |
| 2:39 | ||||
14. |
| 2:34 | ||||
15. |
| 3:00 | ||||
16. |
| 3:18 | ||||
17. |
| 2:13 | ||||
18. |
| - | ||||
19. |
| 2:54 | ||||
20. |
| 1:55 | ||||
Un, deux, trois, quart, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf, dix, onze, douze.
Quand t'auras douze belles dans la peau, deux duchesses et dix dactylos Qu'est ce que t'auras de plus sinon, sinon qu'un peu de plomb Un peu de plomb dans l'aile, pas plus dans la cervelle Quand t'auras claque ton grisbi dans toutes les boites a coup de fusil Tu ne seras jamais qu'un pigeon avec un peu de plomb Un peu de plomb dans l'aile, pas plus dans la cervelle Quand dans le feu de la passion, aux echelles des bas nylons Tu grimperas, tu grimperas, apres, qu'est ce que t'auras ? T'auras du plomb dans l'aile, pas plus dans la cervelle Quand t'auras aime a tout vent, et que tes poules n'auront plus de dents Pour te bouffer l'cœur dans la main, he bien mon gros malin T'auras du plomb dans l'aile, pas plus dans la cervelle Et quand t'auras passe ta vie derriere les barreaux de ton lit Tu diras que tu t'en es paye, et oui, et puis apres T'auras du plomb dans l'aile, pas plus dans la cervelle Mais p't'etre bien qu'tu ne feras pas de vieux os, avec tes douze belles dans la peau, Tu tomberas un jour sur un gars, un gars qui t'enverra Du plomb dans la cervelle, et il t'poussera des ailes |