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When it's getting late
I guess you'll soon be coming home, yeah We'll sit and talk and you'll pretend That your love for me is gone, well You act as though I'm just a friend A quick hello and you'll be down You'll be down again, oh But it ain't no fun Being in love all by yourself I tell you it ain't much fun When the one you love loves someone else And I love you Sometimes you say sweet things To make me think you care Don't you do that, baby But tell me how can you give love When no love, when no love is there I wish I knew the words to say To save the love that's slipping away Away from me It ain't no fun Being in love all by yourself It ain't much fun Being in love all by yourself Yeah, I know a lot of you ladies out there Are probably criticizing me this evening I even run into some ladies occasionally out there Have the nerve to ask me They say, Shirley, did you really do that? Did you really buy him all those cars And the clothes like you said on the record? Yeah, love'll make you do these things It's a funny thing how these men Can make you lie in bed night after night Wondering if they coming home Laying there by the phone Hoping that any minute he'll call And tell you, baby, I'll be there shortly You just hold on, I'm coming Comes in three days later, yeah I know you know what I'm talking about You see, it ain't no fun to have to sit there And count the tile on the floor Count them four walls And another funny thing How we ladies can get on that telephone Talking day after day about how sweet And how good our love life is You might be familiar with this Commercial that comes on TV How's your love life? Knowing all the time that it's rotten Ha ha, having to laugh to keep from crying Ha ha ha, like I'm doing now But you see, the only thing I've always believed in Whatever makes me feel happy I try to do whatever it takes To keep it that way But you see, it ain't no fun Being in love all by yourself Knowing all the time that the one you love Is loving somebody else I'm standing here to tell you today, ladies That it ain't no fun It ain't no fun Being in love all by yourself No, it ain't no fun When the one you love loves someone else It ain't no fun, no, it ain't Being in love all by yourself No, no, no, oh, no, oh, oh, oh |
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| 2. |
| 3:30 | 
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| 3. |
| 3:19 |
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| 4. |
| 4:03 |
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| 5. |
| 3:58 |
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Hello, may I speak to Barbara
Barbara, this is Shirley You might not know who I am But the reason I am calling you is because I was going through my Old man's pockets this morning And I just happened to find your name and number So woman to woman I don't think it's being anymore than fair To call you and let you know Where I'm coming from Now Barbara I don't know how you're gonna take this But whether you be cool Or come out of a bag on me You see it doesn't really make any difference But it's only fair that I let you know that The man you're in love with He's mine From the top of his head To the bottom of his feet The bed he sleeps in And every piece of food he eats You see, I make it possible The clothes on his back Ha ha, I buy them The car he drives I pay the note every month So I'm telling you these things To let you know how much I love that man And woman to woman I think you'll understand How much I'll do to keep him Woman to woman If you've ever been in love Then you know how I feel And woman to woman Now, if you were in my shoes Wouldn't you have done the same thing too Oh, oh, woman to woman Can't you see where I'm coming from Woman to woman Ain't that the same thing you would've done Woman to woman Now should I just step aside And let her take what's rightfully mine Oh, oh, woman to woman Was I right or was I wrong I ain't gonna let you break up my happy home Now woman to woman Now you see I don't want no trouble now I hope you understand I love that man and he's mine I'm talking to you Woman to woman You should be woman enough to understand That man, I love that man Woman, woman Woman to woman, he's mine And I ain't gonna give him up My baby, I ain't lying, now |
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| 3:44 |
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| 7. |
| 4:01 |
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He's as gentle as a sun to a raindrop
As warm as a noonday sun It's all in how he makes love to me It makes me call him passion When he's away, his love is still with me And when he's here, joy is no remedy I love the way he calls me baby, baby It makes me call him passion He's my lover and I need him so much He's just as sweet as he can be Especially when he touches me Passion, call him passion Passion, Mr. Passion A sweeter man, I know I'll never, never know 'Cause in his arms there's joy I've known before Although I know that he's not perfect But still I call him passion Passion, call him passion He's as warm, warm as a noonday shine When he holds me He loves me like a man should They call him Mr. Passion I love the way he loves me He as gentle as a sun to raindrop He's alright with me, hey, hey, hey What do you call the way we love |
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| 8. |
| 3:37 |
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| 9. |
| 3:18 |
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| 10. |
| 2:42 |
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| 11. |
| 2:55 |
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| 12. |
| 5:38 |
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| 13. |
| 4:51 |
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| 14. |
| 5:32 |
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| 15. |
| 7:13 |
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