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from Donita Sparks - Terminal Jive (1979)
Mael-Mael
I like their arms I like their legs I like their lips Their widening hips Their radios They live at home They don't have cars I have a home I have a car They like that, they like that Young girls haven't seen the whole night And they will hold you, though it might not be tight And they will kiss you, though it might not be right 'Cause they are young girls Young girls, I don't care what they say I want to have you each and every day I feel you, I don't care what they say Young girls I like their talk Small little words I like their style Less of the guile They're straight with you Don't analyse, don't analyse You've seen too much I like the touch of young girls, Young girls Young girls haven't seen the whole night And they will hold you, though it might not be tight And they will kiss you, though it might not be right 'Cause they are young girls Young girls, I don't care what they say I want to have you each and every day I feel you, I don't care what they say Young girls |
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from Donita Sparks - 12 Mixes (2004)
Mael-Mael
I like their arms I like their legs I like their lips Their widening hips Their radios They live at home They don't have cars I have a home I have a car They like that, they like that Young girls haven't seen the whole night And they will hold you, though it might not be tight And they will kiss you, though it might not be right 'Cause they are young girls Young girls, I don't care what they say I want to have you each and every day I feel you, I don't care what they say Young girls I like their talk Small little words I like their style Less of the guile They're straight with you Don't analyse, don't analyse You've seen too much I like the touch of young girls, Young girls Young girls haven't seen the whole night And they will hold you, though it might not be tight And they will kiss you, though it might not be right 'Cause they are young girls Young girls, I don't care what they say I want to have you each and every day I feel you, I don't care what they say Young girls |
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from Donita Sparks - Pulling Rabbits Out of A Hat (2004)
The mountains may crumble
And cover the road to you But I'll fight to break on through With all my might The ocean may rise up And wash you away from me But I'll bring you back, you see With all my might With all my might I'll fight the dragons That hang around you night and day And when I see your spirit's sagging I'll hype you up in my own way The noise of my heartbeat May cover the words I say But I'll scream and have my say With all my might With all my might I'll fight the dragons That hang around you night and day And when I see your spirit's sagging I'll hype you up in my own way But you're independent And maybe you'll leave someday I'll try to say that's okay With all my might The perfect invention Is something that keeps you here And I aim to keep you here With all my might I know that it's shaky I hope I'm not history I want you to stay with me With all my might |
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from Donita Sparks - Whomp That Sucker (2004)
(Where's my girl, who stole my girl)
Where's my girl, who stole my girl Where's my girl, who stole my girl, tell me where can she be Well, here's a plea to you listeners everywhere Help me to find my baby She's incredible, keep your hands off of her Keep off, keep off, keep off Where's my girl, who stole my girl Where's my girl, who stole my girl, tell me where can she be Well, here's a photo a couple of years ago She is quite a bit better She is better, and out of my life and it's too bad, too bad, it's too bad that... She's been seen with Belmondo Eating snails in some bistro Seen in London and seen in Spain Seen in L.A. with the Dodger team Seen in Tokyo with Mifune Having sushi and hot sake Calm down, calm down, calm down Where's my girl, I'm calmer now Where's my girl, I want her now A joke's a joke, I want her now Where's my girl, who stole my girl Well, no one has any principles nowadays No one has any principles No one has any principles nowadays No one, no one No one has that integrity nowadays No one has that integrity No one has that integrity nowadays No one, no one Never will I look at another girl Never will I look Never will I look at another girl Hey wait, hey wait Here she is |
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from Donita Sparks - Gratuitous Sax & Senseless Violins (0000)
No, no use in lecturing them, or in threatening them
They will just say "who are you" Is that a question or not, and you see that the plot Is predictable, not new But you're still stunned at the things you will do No, no use in taking their time or in wasting two dimes On a call to God knows who When all you feel is the rain and it's hard to be vain When no person looks at you So just be gracious and wait in the queue CHORUS: So when do I get to sing "My Way" When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt When do I get to sing "My Way" In heaven or hell When do I get to do it my way When do I get to feel like Sid Vicious felt When do I get to sing "My Way" In heaven or hell Yes, it's a tradition they say, like a bright Christmas Day And traditions must go on And though I say, yes I see, no I really don't see Is my smiley face still on? Sign your name with an X, mow the lawn They'll introduce me, "Hello, hello" Women seduce me and champagne flows Then the lights go low There's only one song I know CHORUS There, this home which once was serene, now is home to the screams And to flying plates and shoes But I have no souvenirs of these crackerjack years Not a moment I could choose And not one offer that I could refuse CHORUS |
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from Donita Sparks - Plagiarism (1997)
No, no use in lecturing them, or in threatening them
They will just say "who are you" Is that a question or not, and you see that the plot Is predictable, not new But you're still stunned at the things you will do No, no use in taking their time or in wasting two dimes On a call to God knows who When all you feel is the rain and it's hard to be vain When no person looks at you So just be gracious and wait in the queue CHORUS: So when do I get to sing "My Way" When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt When do I get to sing "My Way" In heaven or hell When do I get to do it my way When do I get to feel like Sid Vicious felt When do I get to sing "My Way" In heaven or hell Yes, it's a tradition they say, like a bright Christmas Day And traditions must go on And though I say, yes I see, no I really don't see Is my smiley face still on? Sign your name with an X, mow the lawn They'll introduce me, "Hello, hello" Women seduce me and champagne flows Then the lights go low There's only one song I know CHORUS There, this home which once was serene, now is home to the screams And to flying plates and shoes But I have no souvenirs of these crackerjack years Not a moment I could choose And not one offer that I could refuse CHORUS |
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from L7 - Bricks Are Heavy (1992)
Wargasm Wargasm, one two three
Tie a yellow ribbon 'round the amputee Masturbate, watch it on TV Crocodile tears for the refugee Wargasm Wargasm, one two three smutty bloody pictures, ecstasy Blue balls waiting impatiently From Alcatraz to Lady Liberty. Body bags and dropping bombs, The pentagon knows how to turn us on. Wargasm Wargasm, one two three People, people, ecstasy wave those flags high in the air As long as it takes place over there. Wargasm Wargasm Wargasm Wargasm Body bags and dropping bombs, the pentagon knows how to turn us, turn us on Wargasm Turn us on Wargasm |
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from Donita Sparks - Whomp That Sucker (2004)
Wack Wack Wacky Wacky Women
Wack Wack Wacky Wacky Women Hello, everybody, this is Russell Right before I sing I'm gonna make a muscle Now that's out of my system Here's some Munchen wisdom They're cool and they know it Don't drool or you'll blow it Wack Wack Wacky Wacky Women Wack Wack Wacky Wacky Women All they like is sex and sitcoms Try to be suave, they'll kick you in the bonbons Medic, Medic, Medic, Medic There goes my athletics I'm bananas over I'm bananas over Wack Wack Wacky Wacky Women Wack Wack Wacky Wacky Women Order in the court and here's the charges Under the influence of Wacky Women How do you plead, quit making muscles "Guilty, Guilty" Have mercy you honor Show compassion you honor My feelings are genuine Don't take me away from them |
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from Donita Sparks - Whomp That Sucker (2004)
Man there's so much stuff up here
A quarter pound of lean ideas Half a pound of dirty jokes One pound of non-essential quotes It's where the dreamin' starts (Upstairs) It's where the jokin' starts (Upstairs) You got some small ideas (Upstairs) You got some big ideas (Upstairs) It's where you calculate It's where you speculate Upstairs, Upstairs, why don't you get out of there Upstairs, Upstairs, why don't you get out of there Upstairs, Upstairs, why don't you get out of my head You are low on foreign words Better meet a foreign girl Take a foreign girl upstairs And learn a lot of foreign words A little enchante (Upstairs) A little hey, ole (Upstairs) Ich heisse Billy Boy (Upstairs) A little soya sauce (Upstairs) You got some big ideas You got some big ideas Upstairs, Upstairs, why don't you get out of there Upstairs, Upstairs, why don't you get out of there Upstairs, Upstairs, why don't you get out of my head When you want the art to start You cue the left side and the art will Start to flow and flow and flow And leave a stain on all your carpets Upstairs, Upstairs, why don't you get out of there Upstairs, Upstairs, why don't you get out of there Upstairs, Upstairs, why don't you get out of my head When you want the intellect You cue the right side and you can Collect the Nobel Prize in person Or have someone mail it to you Upstairs, Upstairs, why don't you get out of there Upstairs, Upstairs, why don't you get out of there Upstairs, Upstairs, why don't you get out of my head Crammed with common phobias Still, it's a utopia This is where you kill a guy And you know he's still alive Upstairs, Upstairs, why don't you get out of there Upstairs, Upstairs, why don't you get out of there Upstairs, Upstairs, why don't you get out of my head |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Uncle Bob, you're a drunken slob
Daddy brought home a real winner Yeah Wake the guest, drink the tea For his holiday dinner Uncle Bob walked through the door He was built He was fucking ga-galore The strength of his body was kind of a shock The first time he put mike in a headlock He crossed the line Put his feet on the chair How can we fine ?? aunt? Uncle Bob, you're a drunken fucking slob Uncle Bob, you're a drunken slob |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Uncle Bob, you're a drunken slob
Daddy brought home a real winner Yeah Wake the guest, drink the tea For his holiday dinner Uncle Bob walked through the door He was built He was fucking ga-galore The strength of his body was kind of a shock The first time he put mike in a headlock He crossed the line Put his feet on the chair How can we fine ?? aunt? Uncle Bob, you're a drunken fucking slob Uncle Bob, you're a drunken slob |
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from Donita Sparks - Gratuitous Sax & Senseless Violins (0000)
I'm Tsui Hark
I'm a film director I'm Tsui Hark I'm a film director I've made several films I'm Tsui Hark I'm a film director I've won several awards for my films My first film was The Butterfly Murders Shanghai Blues Peking Opera Blues Swordsman, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 Chinese Ghost Story, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 Once Upon a Time In China, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 And several other films I'm Tsui Hark I'm a film director I've made several films I'm Tsui Hark I'm a film director I've won several awards for my films |
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from Donita Sparks - Whomp That Sucker (2004)
I've got a snapshot of your Aunt Maureen
She's 90 and you're a teen I'm trying to cheer you up Don't be so mean, don't be so mean Crash, bam, now you're looking good Tip Top, now you're feeling good Once more, here's your Aunt Maureen Don't you feel good, don't you feel good Tips For Teens, Tips For Teens, the kind you don't see in magazines Tips For Teens, Tips For Teens, the kind you don't see on T.V. screens Tips For Teens, Tips For Teens Wake up to music And say you're too sick to go to work Soon, you will lose all your zits Tight sweaters no longer fit Jetsetters will make their pitch I told you so, I told you so Tips For Teens, Tips For Teens, the kind you don't see in magazines Tips For Teens, Tips For Teens, the kind you don't see on T.V. screens Tips For Teens, Tips For Teens Wake up to music And say you're too sick to go to work Don't eat that ice cream It is vanilla Give it to me Don't eat that pastry What's in the middle Give it to me Don't eat that burger Has it got mayonnaise Give it to me Keep that mystique up And wear a "D" cup No matter what Don't eat no curry Before a very Important date Do I look so knowing and old and wise Maybe it's those Dacron ties How come you keep asking me For Tips For Teens, for Tips For Teens Crash, bam, now you're looking good Tip Top, now you're feeling good Once more, here's your Aunt Maureen Don't you feel good, don't you feel good Tips For Teens, Tips For Teens, the kind you don't see in magazines Tips For Teens, Tips For Teens, the kind you don't see on T.V. screens Tips For Teens, Tips For Teens Wake up to music And say you're too sick to go to work |
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from Donita Sparks - Plagiarism (1997)
Zoo time is she and you time
The mammals are your favourite type, and you want her tonight Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat You hear the thunder of stampeding rhinos, elephants and tacky tigers This town ain't big enough for the both of us And it ain't me who's gonna leave Flying, domestic flying And when the stewardess is near do not show any fear Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat You are a khaki-coloured bombadier, it's Hiroshima that you're nearing This town ain't big enough for both of us And it ain't me who's gonna leave Daily, except for Sunday You dawdle in to the cafe where you meet her (she meet you) each day Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat As 20 cannibals have hold of you, they need their protein just like you do This town ain't big enough for the both of us And it ain't me who's gonna leave Shower, another shower You got to look your best for her, and be clean everywhere Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat The rain is pouring on the foreign town, the bullets cannot cut you down This town ain't big enough for the both of us And it ain't me who's gonna leave Census, the latest census There'll be more girls who live in town though not enough to go round Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat You know that this town isn't big enough, not big enough for both of us this town isn't big enough, not big enough for both of us (And) I ain't gonna leave |
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from Donita Sparks - Plagiarism (1997)
Zoo time is she and you time
The mammals are your favourite type, and you want her tonight Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat You hear the thunder of stampeding rhinos, elephants and tacky tigers This town ain't big enough for the both of us And it ain't me who's gonna leave Flying, domestic flying And when the stewardess is near do not show any fear Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat You are a khaki-coloured bombadier, it's Hiroshima that you're nearing This town ain't big enough for both of us And it ain't me who's gonna leave Daily, except for Sunday You dawdle in to the cafe where you meet her (she meet you) each day Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat As 20 cannibals have hold of you, they need their protein just like you do This town ain't big enough for the both of us And it ain't me who's gonna leave Shower, another shower You got to look your best for her, and be clean everywhere Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat The rain is pouring on the foreign town, the bullets cannot cut you down This town ain't big enough for the both of us And it ain't me who's gonna leave Census, the latest census There'll be more girls who live in town though not enough to go round Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat You know that this town isn't big enough, not big enough for both of us this town isn't big enough, not big enough for both of us (And) I ain't gonna leave |
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from I Know What You Did Last Summer The Album (1997)
Feeling easy on the outside
But not so funny on the inside Feel the sound, pray for rain For this is the night we ride Lock all your doors from the outside The key will dangle by the inside You may begin to understand That this is the night we ride This ain't the garden of eden There ain't no angels above And things ain't like what they used to be And this ain't the summer of love Feeling easy on the outside But not so funny on the inside Feel the sound, pray for rain For this is the night we ride Lock all your doors from the outside The key will dangle by the inside You may begin to understand That this is the night we ride This ain't the garden of eden There ain't no angels above And things ain't like what they used to be And this ain't the summer of love the night we ride this ain't the summer of love This ain't the garden of eden There ain't no angels above And things ain't like what they used to be And this ain't the This ain't the garden of eden There ain't no angels above And things ain't like what they used to be And this ain't the summer of love |
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from L7 - Bricks Are Heavy (1992)
No raving beauty
But she's got a good heart He's got escaping Down to an art This ain't pleasure Don't ask why This ain't pleasure And monkeys can't fly She's an infection, A stain on his soul He's her addiction They're out of control This ain't pleasure Don't ask why This ain't pleasure And monkeys can't fly, oh no This ain't pleasure Don't ask why This ain't pleasure And monkeys can't fly |
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from Donita Sparks - Whomp That Sucker (2004)
It started on a Tuesday
It must have been that lunch meat I haven't been intimate And anyway, I'm careful (We know what you got, boy) (We know what you got, boy) (We know what you got, boy) They call it the Willys They call it the Willys You shiver and shake You're doin' Swan Lake All over the place Has everyone gone Christian Well, glory Hallelujah But I'm beyond salvation I haven't got a prayer (The Willys do this to ya) (The Willys do this to ya) (The Willys do this to ya, to ya) They call it the Willys They call it the Willys It's hard to explain Like Citizen Kane To someone who's blind They call it the Willys They call it the Willys You shiver and shake You're doin' Swan Lake All over the place (We know what you got boy, we know what you got boy, we know what you got boy) (Physically) Physically, I'm splendid (Mentally) Mentally, I'm splendid (Morally) Morally he is lax And maybe that's the problem (We know what you got boy) (We know what you got boy) (We know what you got boy, what you got) They call it the Willys They call it the Willys You shiver and shake You're doin' Swan Lake All over the place They call it the Willys They call it the Willys They call it the Willys The Willys do this to you) (The Willys do this to you) (The Willys do this to you, to you) (We know what you got, boy) (We know what you got, boy) (We know what you got, boy, what you got what you got, what you got) They call it the Willys, etc. They call it the Willys They call it the Willys I'm speaking Chinese I'm swinging from trees I'm wearing your gowns |
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from Donita Sparks - Plagiarism (1997)
Mael-Mael-Moroder
This is the number one song in heaven Written, of course, by the mightiest hand All of the angels are sheep in the fold of their master They always follow the Master and his plan This is the number one song in heaven Why are you hearing it now, you ask Maybe you're closer to here than you imagine Maybe you're closer to here than you care to be It's number one, all over heaven It's number one, all over heaven It's number one, all over heaven The number one song all over heaven If you should die before you wake If you should die while crossing the street The song that you'll hear, I guarantee It's number one, all over heaven It's number one, all over heaven It's number one, all over heaven The number one song all over heaven The one that's the rage up here in the clouds Loud as a crowd or soft as a doubt Lyrically weak, but the music's the thing Gabriel plays it, God how he plays it Gabriel plays it, God how he plays it Gabriel plays it, God how he plays it Gabriel plays it, let's hear him play it The song filters down, down through the clouds It reaches the earth and winds all around And then it breaks up in millions of ways It goes la, la, la...... In cars it becomes a hit In your homes it becomes advertisements And in the streets it becomes the children singing |
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from Donita Sparks - 12 Mixes (2004)
Mael-Mael-Moroder
This is the number one song in heaven Written, of course, by the mightiest hand All of the angels are sheep in the fold of their master They always follow the Master and his plan This is the number one song in heaven Why are you hearing it now, you ask Maybe you're closer to here than you imagine Maybe you're closer to here than you care to be It's number one, all over heaven It's number one, all over heaven It's number one, all over heaven The number one song all over heaven If you should die before you wake If you should die while crossing the street The song that you'll hear, I guarantee It's number one, all over heaven It's number one, all over heaven It's number one, all over heaven The number one song all over heaven The one that's the rage up here in the clouds Loud as a crowd or soft as a doubt Lyrically weak, but the music's the thing Gabriel plays it, God how he plays it Gabriel plays it, God how he plays it Gabriel plays it, God how he plays it Gabriel plays it, let's hear him play it The song filters down, down through the clouds It reaches the earth and winds all around And then it breaks up in millions of ways It goes la, la, la...... In cars it becomes a hit In your homes it becomes advertisements And in the streets it becomes the children singing |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
I still get angry
I still get sad And the losers still drive me mad And I wonder If I have anything to say anymore Oh yeah I wonder if i have anything to say Except the masses are asses They're all asses Things still piss me off And things still make me cry Poetry's in motion but not in mind Poetry's in motion but not in my mind Poetic justice will come in time And I just have to laugh I just have to laugh Because the masses are asses We're all asses Masses are asses every day Masses are asses in every way Woo woo |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
I still get angry
I still get sad And the losers still drive me mad And I wonder If I have anything to say anymore Oh yeah I wonder if i have anything to say Except the masses are asses They're all asses Things still piss me off And things still make me cry Poetry's in motion but not in mind Poetry's in motion but not in my mind Poetic justice will come in time And I just have to laugh I just have to laugh Because the masses are asses We're all asses Masses are asses every day Masses are asses in every way Woo woo |
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from Donita Sparks - Terminal Jive (1979)
Faltermeyer-Mael-Mael-Moroder
Steady as it goes 'cause she's the greatest show Steady as it goes 'cause she's the greatest show Steady as it goes 'cause she's the greatest show Step right up and see her walkin' down the street, she's something Watch her check you out and see if you're complete, she's something See her tap her foot to nothin' but your heavy breathing She's the greatest show on earth and I ain't never leaving. 'Cause she's the greatest show on earth tonight and every night And she's worth it even when you gotta pay a heavy price 'Cause she's the greatest show on earth tonight and every night And she's worth it even when you got to push and shove and fight You could bring together everyone for one big show The Four Tops, Moptops, Boston Pops, and Art Laboe Half a million people pushin' and the crowd says "go" But I'd be up in my apartment with the greatest show 'Cause she's the greatest show on earth tonight and every night And she's worth it even when you gotta pay a heavy price 'Cause she's the greatest show on earth tonight and every night And she's worth it even when you got to push and shove and fight |
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from Donita Sparks - Angst In My Pants (2004)
Now I stutter, now I dribble
Other than that, I'm lots like I was then The decline and fall of me I just shaved my nose off, oh well Other than that, I'm lots like I was then The decline and fall of me If I had a hammer I would drop it and break it Look at the pieces Now I've got a hobby, I collect frozen pizzas Check out my pizzas Now your jokes seem really funny Other than that, I'm lots like I was then Ooh, the decline and fall of me Where's my mouth, man, this eating is rough on the shirts Gee, I'm sorry about the thermometer, nurse Would you tell me again, which are girls, which are guys Gee, I thought that this finger meant so long, goodbye Chart position, bubbling under Drowning and goodbye future Mrs. Mael The decline and fall, decline and fall Decline and fall of me I'm fading away I'm fading away I'm fading away |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
Plastic people with their plastic lives
Plastic lips tell plastic lies Plastic drivers in plastic cars Plastic food from plastic jars Frustration is the fuse The flame is hate Tick tick tick Detonate She's the bomb Plastic models in plastic magazines Plastic kings and plastic queens All are seen on plastic TVs Prayed to by people on bended plastic knees What you think, well that's good too But not as much as what they do This fuse burns slow Waiting to blow The world is a heavy load Watch it explode Lawmakers with plastic policies Put plastic locks on their cities In hopes to keep them quiet Well go off Well blow up |
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from Donita Sparks - Whomp That Sucker (2004)
Man, there's never been a girl like this
That's not Nastassia What an influential little miss That's not Nastassia Imitation is a form of flattery, I'm told She is getting flattered where it's hot and where it's cold That's not Nastassia That's not Nastassia That's not Nastassia She is on the news again tonight That's not Nastassia Someone looking like her stole a bike That's not Nastassia Maby it's a fad, a sort of modern Hula Hoop Still, it's of their own free will, no one has been duped That's not Nastassia, etc What a sense of power to have sway around the world What a sense of power to control a billion girls Change your hair style, they change theirs Change your nail style, they change theirs That's not Nastassia Presidental wives and topless maids That's not Nastassia More or less identically the same That's not Nastassia If I wasn't masculine, I would join the craze Dye my hair and take on those Nastassianic ways That's not Nastassia That's not Nastassia That's not Nastassia That's Nastassia That's not Nastassia That's Nastassia Now she wants some anonymity That's not Nastassia And all the rest want anonymity That's not Nastassia She should just forget it, it's a carbon copy world When she starts to fade away, everyone will fade That's not Nastassia That's not Nastassia That's not Nastassia That's Nastassia That's not Nastassia That's Nastassia |
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from Donita Sparks - Angst In My Pants (2004)
There's a riot in Room 42
It was Chemistry, now it's a zoo And they kicked out the teacher, Miss Prune Tuned the heat up to one hundred two Tarzan and Jane Tarzan and Jane Now they're ripping their shirts and their tights Now they're swinging from fluorescent lights Look at Bob, he was getting straight A's Who's he carrying 'round on his face Tarzan and Jane Tarzan and Jane Now they've called in the men wearing blue There's a cameraman from Channel 2 On the news at eleven does Edgar Rice Burroughs Get royalties on local news Tarzan and Jane Tarzan and Jane Well, tomorrow at 7:04 As the principal says "shut the door" They'll be 25 Tarzans and 25 Janes And a chimp from Zoology 4 Tarzan and Jane Tarzan and Jane |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
Last night i had a dream
It scared the shit out of me 'Cause you were dying Yeah you were dying And everyone was around And you were on the ground And everyone was around Dying, you were dying Last night i had a dream It scared the shit out of me 'Cause you were dying Yeah you were dying And you were all alone you were all alone You were by a phone But you were all alone Last night i had a dream It scared the shit out of me 'Cause you were dying Yeah you were dying And your friends were there And all your friends were there In their underwear And all your friends were there And you were dying |
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from Donita Sparks - Whomp That Sucker (2004)
I looked up in the sun
And I didn't shade my eyes Then a girl appeared and said "Here, these are your size" Suzie Safety Suzie Safety (That's my Suzie) Suzie Safety (She's my safety) I tried to cross the street And I almost got mowed down But the softest little hand yanked me back To safer ground She says, no smoking She says, no drink You should wear a parka I'm really safe but I kind of resent Suzie Safety Suzie Safety (That's my Suzie) Suzie Safety (She's my safety) When she's near to me And there's no one else around And I can't control myself She says, "safety first, pal" She says no speeding And always eat right Watch your fats and starches I'm really safe but I kind of resent Suzie Safety Suzie Safety (That's my Suzie) Suzie Safety (She's my safety) She's safe in my arms And I'm safe in hers |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
I'm good at feeling bad
I'm even better at feeling worse Some would say life is a charm I'm convinced it is a curse Yeah yeah i'm stuck here again I've learned to make Bad situations my friend It starts all over Just when it should end Yeah yeah i'm stuck here again Here comes that familiar pain again I'm low down, i'm feeling ill Yeah yeah i'm stuck here again Is there someone i could kill |
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from Donita Sparks - Terminal Jive (1979)
Mael-Mael-Moroder
Make your choice and that is that Live with her and don't look back Easy, simple, tidy, ultra-clean Not with me, I don't know why To the left and to the right Good things come from more than just one side In stereo Stereo Stereo In stereo Stereo Stereo In a sandwich, in a vice Stuck with too much paradise It's okay with me, it's not too bad Each of you has other scenes Smart professors, clean marines You too live your life in stereo In stereo Stereo Stereo In stereo Stereo Stereo |
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from Donita Sparks - Plagiarism (1997)
See, the writing's on the wall
You bought the girl a wall Complete with matching ball-point pen You can breathe another day Secure in knowing she won't break you (yet) Something for the girl with everything Have another sweet my dear Don't try to talk my dear Your tiny little mouth is full Here's a flavour you ain't tried You shouldn't try to talk, your mouth is full Something for the girl with everything Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Bearing gifts to aid amnesia She knows everything She knows everything She knew you way back when you weren't yourself Here's a really pretty car I hope it takes you far I hope it takes you fast and far Wow, the engine's really loud Nobody's gonna hear a thing you say Something for the girl with everything Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Where should they leave these imported gimmicks Leave them anywhere Anywhere Make sure that there's a clear path to the door Something for the girl with everything Something for the girl with everything Something for the girl with everything Something for the girl with everything Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Here's a partridge in a tree, A gardener for the tree Complete with ornithologist Careful, careful with that crate You wouldn't want to dent Sinatra, no Something for the girl who has got everything, Yes everything Hey, come out and say hello Before our friends all go But say no more than just hello Ah, the little girl is shy You see of late she's been quite speechless, very speechless She's got everything |
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from Donita Sparks - Plagiarism (1997)
See, the writing's on the wall
You bought the girl a wall Complete with matching ball-point pen You can breathe another day Secure in knowing she won't break you (yet) Something for the girl with everything Have another sweet my dear Don't try to talk my dear Your tiny little mouth is full Here's a flavour you ain't tried You shouldn't try to talk, your mouth is full Something for the girl with everything Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Bearing gifts to aid amnesia She knows everything She knows everything She knew you way back when you weren't yourself Here's a really pretty car I hope it takes you far I hope it takes you fast and far Wow, the engine's really loud Nobody's gonna hear a thing you say Something for the girl with everything Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Where should they leave these imported gimmicks Leave them anywhere Anywhere Make sure that there's a clear path to the door Something for the girl with everything Something for the girl with everything Something for the girl with everything Something for the girl with everything Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Here's a partridge in a tree, A gardener for the tree Complete with ornithologist Careful, careful with that crate You wouldn't want to dent Sinatra, no Something for the girl who has got everything, Yes everything Hey, come out and say hello Before our friends all go But say no more than just hello Ah, the little girl is shy You see of late she's been quite speechless, very speechless She's got everything |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Snake handler
Slither in Slither out Ooh.. Are you snake? Are you a man? Snake handler Slither in Slither out Rooaarrr.... Mr. Snake.. Man.. Ooooh oh oh... Snake handler Slither in Slither out Are you a snake? Are you a man? Oh oh Snake |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Snake handler
Slither in Slither out Ooh.. Are you snake? Are you a man? Snake handler Slither in Slither out Rooaarrr.... Mr. Snake.. Man.. Ooooh oh oh... Snake handler Slither in Slither out Are you a snake? Are you a man? Oh oh Snake |
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from L7 - Bricks Are Heavy (1992)
I put your stuff out on the porch
(letting it slide) You pissed in your pants and put out the torch (letting it slide) You splattered the bathroom with your hair dye (letting it slide) Im kicking you out and you know why Yeah, I've been letting it slide You've been along for the ride. You put your cane right through my amp (letting it slide) When it comes to losers, you're the champ (letting it slide) From my garden, Ill pull your weed (letting it slide) Your stupid evil, I will not feed NO! Yeah, I've been letting it slide You've been along for the ride Yeah, I've been letting it slide You've been along for the ride I put your stuff out on the porch (letting it slide) You pissed in your pants and put out the torch (letting it slide) You splattered the bathroom with your hair dye (letting it slide) Im kicking you out and you know why. Yeah, I've been letting it slide You've been along for the ride Yeah, I've been letting it slide You've been along for the ride Get out of here boy It took me three weeks to clean that bathroom You know that amps don't grow on trees |
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from Donita Sparks - Pulling Rabbits Out of A Hat (2004)
There's a round-up at the love corral
And the air is full of dust And I think it's going pretty well But I'm trying to adjust As we walk along the boulevard With a hand in hand, in hand And who cares if people stare at us 'Cause they'll never understand Sisters, where is the jealousy, is it there? Sisters, is this a felony anywhere? Who cares? I see a double moon in the sky Sisters, an oversupply Do I have to be a diplomat When I hear you fuss and fight? Do I have to be an acrobat As I try to get it right? There's a double moon up in the sky And it's shining down on me And I know that I'm a lucky guy That's my biography Sisters, where is the jealousy, is it there? Sisters, is this a felony anywhere? Who cares? I see a double moon in the sky Sisters, an oversupply My arms are full, my lips are sore By morning we could face the light And I know if I was wrong for you I would feel a little down Well it wouldn't be disastrous I would still have you around Sisters, where is the jealousy, is it there? Sisters, is this a felony anywhere? Who cares? I see a double moon in the sky Sisters, an oversupply Sisters Sisters Sisters ... |
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from Tank Girl (탱크 걸) [ost] (1995)
Bill collector called today
Shove IRS is on my case Shove My boss says I should comb my hair Shove My father thinks that I'm nowhere Get out of my way or I might shove Get out of my way or I'm gonna shove Landlord doesn't like my dog Shove My eyes are burning from the smog Shove The neighbors say I jam too loud Shove America thinks it should be proud Some guy just pinched my ass Shove Drunken bums ain't go no class Shove The club says I won't get paid Shove It's been months since I've been laid |
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from L7 - Smell The Magic (2008)
Bill collector called today
Shove IRS is on my case Shove My boss says I should comb my hair Shove My father thinks that I'm nowhere Get out of my way or I might shove Get out of my way or I'm gonna shove Landlord doesn't like my dog Shove My eyes are burning from the smog Shove The neighbors say I jam too loud Shove America thinks it should be proud Some guy just pinched my ass Shove Drunken bums ain't go no class Shove The club says I won't get paid Shove It's been months since I've been laid |
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from L7 - Bricks Are Heavy (1992)
when i get mad and i get pissed i grab my pen and i write out a list
of all the people who won't be missed you've made my shitlist for all the ones who put me out (shitlist) for all the ones who filled my head with downs (shitlist) for all the squares who get me pissed (shit list |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
Welcome the first lady to try and qualify in an NHRA-dragster competition ~ Shirley Muldowney!
Feels so real Crushing the steering wheel How many times Must we toe this line Halting me Is a fantasy Cha-cha! call her cha-cha! What's drag racing coming to? How many times must you be told There's nowhere that we don't go she's got good traction! I suggest you find a seat in the grandstands, Because you don't want to miss this! She's just here wants What she wants to do I wonder if Shirley's got in her to hold that throttle down kills your joke as she's burning smoke Shirley Muldowney is pulling ahead... and she Takes the red light And you will find Crossing the finish line Shirley Muldowney has just set a new track record! Satisfaction! How much times must you be told There's nowhere that we don't go She's got good traction! What's a beautiful girl like you doing racing in a place like this? Winning. Winning. winning. winning. winning. The lady got through it Winning. What's drag racing coming to? There's nowhere that we don't go What's a beautiful girl like you doing racing in a place like this? Winning. Winning. winning. winning. winning. |
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from Donita Sparks - Angst In My Pants (2004)
Fog matters to you and me, but it can't touch Sherlock Holmes
Dogs bark and he knows their breed And knows where they went last night Knows their masters too Oh baby, hold me tight Just pretend I'm Sherlock Holmes Just pretend I'm Sherlock Holmes Just pretend I'm Sherlock Holmes (Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh) Stay, don't give me that same old act I can call in Sherlock Holmes He'll want your biography, and pictures of you in lace And satin looking great Oh baby, hold me tight Spend the night with Sherlock Holmes Hold me tight like Sherlock Holmes Just pretend I'm Sherlock Holmes (Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh) Do you want to have fun Do you want a good time Do you want me to laugh Do you want me to cry Do you want me to dance Do you want me to sing Do you want me to joke Should I be more like him Oh yeah I can dance like Sherlock Holmes I can sing like Sherlock Holmes But can't be Sherlock Holmes (Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh) I can dance like Sherlock Holmes I can sing like Sherlock Holmes But I can't be Sherlock Holmes (Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh) |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
I am sick of her attacks
Can't help but i've fallen back I believe in what she says I rent space in her head She has eyes made for crying When she can't lie to get approved Lost time and far removed Can't afford to keep it used I'm getting ready to lose She has eyes made for crying When she hits those hits are so hard Weeping is her first playing card And i believe she believes In what she says This is my last time in her head |
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from Donita Sparks - Angst In My Pants (2004)
Drop the goody-goody look and put on your shoes
Because I'm gonna recommend a little somethin' for you (Oh yeah) Grab your little Lulu or your Sally or Sue And take her out to that Metropolis without no taboos (Oh yeah) What you say, who are you? Never mind just sing the tune Sextown U.S.A., we can go anywhere and it becomes Sextown U.S.A., we can go here or there, it all becomes The perfect place, and what a pace Man, I've heard of Peyton Place and Pigalle too But this is better than the others, it's American too (Oh yeah) No one has the time to eat a meal or to think Because they're way too busy doin' Kama Sutra-y things (Oh yeah) Look around, see the sights Go to bed what a life Sextown U.S.A., we can go anywhere and it becomes Sextown U.S.A., we can go here or there, it all becomes The perfect place, and what a pace There's a whole lotta fish in the sea Sextown U.S.A., we can go anywhere and it becomes Sextown U.S.A., we can go here or there, it all becomes The perfect place, and what a pace If you try to come here and you try to abstain They'll send you to the prison for the criminally insane (Oh yeah) Maybe I'll just stay here for the rest of my life Because it's better than commuting here with you every night (Oh yeah) Sextown U.S.A., we can go anywhere and it becomes Sextown U.S.A., we can go here or there, it all becomes The perfect place, and what a pace |
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from Donita Sparks - Gratuitous Sax & Senseless Violins (0000)
He came home
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from L7 - Bricks Are Heavy (1992)
I met a skinhead named Scrap
He lived in my friend's garage Everyday he's shaking that spray paint can And comes out seeing stars Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask Until your mind starts to gel Cuz the ball in the can Has a crazy beat The funky dying brain cell So he met some Christian's from hell Who said, "Let's go to Vegas man" So he packed up his leather and his red beret Into that big, bad Christian van Use revival meetings like an oxygen tent Till your mind starts to gel Cuz the preacher thumps the bible With a crazy beat The funky dying brain cell Well, he came back to the garage But the garage, it wasn't there And he dug metallic gold more than Luke and John Now he's growing his hair Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask Until your mind starts to gel Cuz the ball in the can Has a crazy beat The funky dying brain cell |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Playing rock and roll
On a Friday night A noise complaint Turned into a fight The neighbors were loud It disturbed our crowd We played some more And they stormed the door We didn't do nothing Hey hey hey... But now we're running And hiding Cops got on stage And they pulled my hair Kicked 'em in the balls The fans in mind It shows how they find You can call me a tramp don't unplug my amp We didn't do nothin' Hey hey hey But now we're runnin' And hidin' Runnin' from the law Runnin' Runnin' from the law |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Playing rock and roll
On a Friday night A noise complaint Turned into a fight The neighbors were loud It disturbed our crowd We played some more And they stormed the door We didn't do nothing Hey hey hey... But now we're running And hiding Cops got on stage And they pulled my hair Kicked 'em in the balls (?) The fans in mind It shows how they find You can call me a tramp don't unplug my amp We didn't do nothin' Hey hey hey But now we're runnin' And hidin' Runnin' from the law Runnin' Runnin' from the law |
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from Donita Sparks - In Outer Space (2004)
Rockin' girls
Just 17 The cutest thing I've ever seen C'mon baby, rock with me tonight You're the only girl I ever met named Linda Lou Maybe that's the reason that I'm so in love with you See the girl with the red dress on See the girl with the red dress off C'mon baby, rock with me tonight And you're the only girl I ever met who hates "Hey Jude" Maybe that's the reason that I'm so in love with you Take a trip around the world All you have to say is "C'mon baby," that gets 'em everywhere I hope I never have to see the doctor 'cause of you I hope you never have to see the doctor 'cause of me Oh, rockin' girls, let's go You look a little slow Oh, rockin' girls, let's go You still look kinda slow Oh, rockin' girls, let's go You still look kinda slow Oh, now you're movin' fine It's instrumental time Rockin' girls Just 17 The cutest thing I've ever seen Rockin' girls, I'm on my knees Don't get old and don't get mean C'mon baby, please stay 17 Oh, rockin' girls, let's go You look a little slow Oh, rockin' girls, let's go You still look kinda slow Oh, rockin' girls, let's go You still look kinda slow Oh, now you're movin' great I think I'll take a break ---------------------------------------- |
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from Donita Sparks - Terminal Jive (1979)
Mael-Mael
Rock and roll people in a disco world Rock and roll people in a disco world They sing Hard Day's Night They're as high as kites And they sing and play and carry on like Rock and roll people in a disco world Rock and roll people in a disco world Rock and roll people in a disco world Rock and roll people in a disco world Rock and roll people in a disco world They make L. P. records And a few make comebacks And the rest sell shoes to all the others Rock and roll people in a disco world Rock and roll people in a disco world Rock and roll people in a disco world |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
Riding with a movie star
Riding with a movie star Yeah Riding with a movie star Riding with a movie star Go! Riding with a movie star Riding with a movie star Yeaaaahhh Riding with a movie star Riding with a movie star Riding with a movie star Riding with a movie star |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
I'm saving my piss in a jar
This depression has gone too far I'm lying here in bed Am i alive or am i dead I'm questioning my sanity The paint chips are kicking in Desperation bubbles my skin There's stuff crawling on the floor Crackers with black books knocking at my door The TV's talking to me I'm questioning my sanity Everybody have a breakdown! I haven't changed my clothes in weeks I'm wallowing in my own stink My ass is sore from lying in bed Am i alive or am i dead? |
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from Donita Sparks - Plagiarism (1997)
I'll grab the sun and the moon
I'll hold the world in my hand These things are easy for me I can't make you understand Pulling rabbits out of a hat Pulling rabbits out of a hat All I get is polite applause Applause, applause, applause Applause, applause Marvel at heaven and hell (Marvel at heaven and hell) Gasp at the Champs-Elysees (Gasp at the Champs-Elysees) Raise the Titanic and then (Raise the Titanic and then) I see you turning away Pulling rabbits out of a hat Pulling rabbits out of a hat All I get is polite applause Applause, applause, applause Applause, applause Entertaining that's the word I get from you Entertaining and then you bid a fond adieu, well, adieu I'll make a pauper a King (I'll make a pauper a King) I'll turn your water to wine (I'll turn your water to wine) These things are easy for me (These things are easy for me) How come I can't change your mind? Pulling rabbits out of a hat (Pulling rabbits out of a hat) Pulling rabbits out of a hat (Pulling rabbits out of a hat) All I get is polite applause (All I get is polite applause) Applause, applause, applause Applause, applause Applause, applause, applause Applause, applause Applause, applause, applause Applause, applause |
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from Donita Sparks - Pulling Rabbits Out of A Hat (2004)
I'll grab the sun and the moon
I'll hold the world in my hand These things are easy for me I can't make you understand Pulling rabbits out of a hat Pulling rabbits out of a hat All I get is polite applause Applause, applause, applause Applause, applause Marvel at heaven and hell (Marvel at heaven and hell) Gasp at the Champs-Elysees (Gasp at the Champs-Elysees) Raise the Titanic and then (Raise the Titanic and then) I see you turning away Pulling rabbits out of a hat Pulling rabbits out of a hat All I get is polite applause Applause, applause, applause Applause, applause Entertaining that's the word I get from you Entertaining and then you bid a fond adieu, well, adieu I'll make a pauper a King (I'll make a pauper a King) I'll turn your water to wine (I'll turn your water to wine) These things are easy for me (These things are easy for me) How come I can't change your mind? Pulling rabbits out of a hat (Pulling rabbits out of a hat) Pulling rabbits out of a hat (Pulling rabbits out of a hat) All I get is polite applause (All I get is polite applause) Applause, applause, applause Applause, applause Applause, applause, applause Applause, applause Applause, applause, applause Applause, applause |
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from Donita Sparks - Plagiarism (1997)
"Hello soldier boy," oh boy, she's spewing out her
propaganda, propaganda Might makes right, though you are wrong, you're right to fight her propaganda, propaganda, propaganda "Come to our side," she does say "Come on over," she does say Well I don't need more Competition for Her affection You should fight on Fight on Over there |
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from Donita Sparks - Pulling Rabbits Out of A Hat (2004)
That is what I had intended, pretending to be drunk
A little bit change in character, I'm pretending to be drunk You think I am weak and feeble, you think I'm a bore When you drag me to a party, soon I'm out the door Next time I'll portray a suave sophisticated hunk That is what I had intended, pretending to be drunk That is what I had intended, pretending to be drunk A bit of I have lived and loved, I'm pretending to be drunk You say I could use some swagger, you say toughen up I am rigid as a board, you tell me loosen up I'm so loose and I'm so tough that I can barely move That is what I had intended, pretending to be drunk You notice a transformation, pretending to be drunk I've lost all my inhibitions, pretending to be drunk You can take me to the soiree and be proud of me Everyone will be impressed, I'll pass out on your knee And now I am so continental, they think that it's nice Think I'll pretend to be drunk for the rest of my life Well that is what I had intended, pretending to be drunk |
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from Donita Sparks - 12 Mixes (2004)
That is what I had intended, pretending to be drunk
A little bit change in character, I'm pretending to be drunk You think I am weak and feeble, you think I'm a bore When you drag me to a party, soon I'm out the door Next time I'll portray a suave sophisticated hunk That is what I had intended, pretending to be drunk That is what I had intended, pretending to be drunk A bit of I have lived and loved, I'm pretending to be drunk You say I could use some swagger, you say toughen up I am rigid as a board, you tell me loosen up I'm so loose and I'm so tough that I can barely move That is what I had intended, pretending to be drunk You notice a transformation, pretending to be drunk I've lost all my inhibitions, pretending to be drunk You can take me to the soiree and be proud of me Everyone will be impressed, I'll pass out on your knee And now I am so continental, they think that it's nice Think I'll pretend to be drunk for the rest of my life Well that is what I had intended, pretending to be drunk |
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from L7 - Bricks Are Heavy (1992)
What's up with what's going down
In every city, in every town Cramping styles is the plan They've got us in the palm of every hand When we pretend that we're dead When we pretend that we're dead They can't hear a word we've said When we pretend that we're dead Turn the tables with our unity They neither moral nor majority Wake up and smell the coffee Or just say no to individuality When we pretend that we're dead When we pretend that we're dead They can't hear a word we've said When we pretend that we're dead Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on When we pretend that we're dead When we pretend that we're dead They can't hear a word we've said When we pretend that we're dead |
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from Donita Sparks - In Outer Space (2004)
Saturday night and time that I go to bed
Daddy goodnight and Momma goodnight, it's ten Don't forget, son, to pray Anything, Dad, you say I'm gonna pray 'til both my knees are red CHORUS Prayin' for a party, c'mon Lord, c'mon Lord Prayin' for a party All of my friends are prayin' like prayin' fools Send us a little jive and we'll be all right What do we have to do What do we have to do Whaat do we have to do, Lord, to get on through CHORUS I just can't wait no more I'm runnin' out that door God helps those who help themselves to a good time CHORUS -------------------------------------------------------- |
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from Donita Sparks - Plagiarism (1997)
I like you and you like me a lot
And we do those things that can make us feel hot Then we join some friends, all of them are all right and we talk a while, then we climb in our cars What a night, we all drive into town Where we'll park our caars, and meet the rest of our friends At a place that's called, I forget what it's called But it's really great, and all of our friends will be there CHORUS Popularity Popularity Popularity I like you and you like me a lot And it's nice to be all alone with you too But it's also nice being out with our friends 'Cause they're all right, maybe that's why we're friends CHORUS I feel great, but it's getting real late So I'll drive you home and you'll slide up real close I'm so glad we met, and I like you so much And I'm also glad that I got all those friends CHORUS ------------------------------------------------------------ |
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from Donita Sparks - In Outer Space (2004)
I like you and you like me a lot
And we do those things that can make us feel hot Then we join some friends, all of them are all right and we talk a while, then we climb in our cars What a night, we all drive into town Where we'll park our caars, and meet the rest of our friends At a place that's called, I forget what it's called But it's really great, and all of our friends will be there CHORUS Popularity Popularity Popularity I like you and you like me a lot And it's nice to be all alone with you too But it's also nice being out with our friends 'Cause they're all right, maybe that's why we're friends CHORUS I feel great, but it's getting real late So I'll drive you home and you'll slide up real close I'm so glad we met, and I like you so much And I'm also glad that I got all those friends CHORUS ------------------------------------------------------------ |
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from Donita Sparks - In Outer Space (2004)
Ron & Russel Mael
I don't know why you treat me this way I'm a sensitive guy and I'm really in pain But you're cool to the point of saying "no dice" Well, I'll never accept it, never accept it Just think it over tonite Just think it over for one more nite (oh) Chorus: Please baby please Can't ya treat me better Please baby please Can't ya treat me better I've been making a fool of myself As the corniest guy in all of L.A. Sending flowers and candy, the things I detest But I gotta impress you, gotta impress you All the things that I've tried Are all the things that I once despised (oh) Chorus No one's worth all the stuff I go through Only you, only you, only you, only you You no speakee the language when I get near And I'm losin' it fast, I'm gettin' weird Chorus |
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from L7 - Smell The Magic (2008)
I'm all fucked up and I'm mad as hell
Violate your daughter And your son as well I don't give a shit about your crummy lie As long as I'm god, I'm packin' a rod Yeah I'm packin' a rod I'm packing a rod I'm packin' a rod, baby And it's all for you Guns and ammo is what I read My cold steel dagger's gonna make you bleed When you talk to me You best watch what you say My smith and wesson heat Is gonna blow you away And it's all for you Packin' a rod I'm packin' a rod |
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from L7 - Bricks Are Heavy (1992)
I've just about had enough
I'm drowing from too much stuff I get scared when the telephone rings Someone talking about one more thing One more thing Yeah, it's one more thing One more thing to put in line One more thing to waste my time One more thing that I can't take One more thing I'm gonna break You need more, well get in line Too many things grabbing at my time I'll tell you, brother, right out flat I'm gonna have to throw you back One more thing Yeah, you're one more thing Yeah, your one more thing to put in line One more thing to waste my time One more thing that I can't take One more thing I'm gonna break Yeah, you're one more thing Yeah, you're one more thing I fix my engine and the tire goes flat It's one more thing that I can't have Politics messing with my rights There's nothing fun to do tonight One more thing Yeah, it's one more thing Yeah, its one more thing to put in line One more thing to waste my time One more thing that I can't take One more thing I'm gonna break Yeah, its one more thing Yeah, its one more thing Yeah, its one more thing Yeah, its one more thing |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
Been dry long enough
My brain and body need some abuse Rake me over the coals And I’ll try to think of an excuse I set a goal and it won’t be hard Hit every bar on the boulevard Bad idea yeah you’re probably right But I won’t be your designated driver tonight 'Cause I’m Off the wagon and on the town Off the wagon and on the town Off the wagon and on the town Off the wagon Just how much I’ve embarrassed myself Well I haven’t got a clue Did I throw a drink in your face Or tell you how much I love you Oh shit I lost my ID Hook up the Jagermeister IV Bad idea yeah you’re probably right But I won’t be your designated driver tonight Off the wagon I’m off the wagon I’m on the town off the wagon Off the wagon wagon wagon wagon - Wee... Set a goal Hit every bar Bad idea Designated Alright, alright Off the wagon and on the town Off the wagon and on the town Off the wagon and on the town Off the wagon I’m on the town off the wagon I’m on the town off the wagon I’m on the town off the wagon I’m off the wagon wagon wagon wagon Off the wagon and on the town Off the wagon and on the town Off the wagon and on the town Off the wagon That’s it... |
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from Donita Sparks - Gratuitous Sax & Senseless Violins (0000)
What was I thinking, what was I thinking, what was I thinking,
what could I have been thinking. It's going one time, it's going two times, sold to the gent who wears the stunned expression. As I took it off their hands, a five pound note was changing hands. I had plans, I had plans Chorus: Now that I own the BBC What am I supposed to do with that thing Now that I own the BBC What am I supposed to make of this thing All this power, all this glory, all these DJ's and all these lorries What was I thinking, what was I thinking, what was I thinking What could I have been thinking Hey Rupert Murdoch, help me out I'm flying blind, I'm flying blind You know the way to lay things out, for the refined and unrefined. CHORUS Hey Ted Turner, help me out I'm flying blind, I'm flying blind You know the way to lay things out, to colorize and still feel fine. CHORUS Make of it what you will, make of it what you will, make of it what you will make of it what you will Should we go brighter, should we go lighter, should we go whiter Go left or righter What was I thinking, what was i thinking, what was I thinking I wasn't thinking, what could I have been thinking. CHORUS Make of it what you will, make of it what you will, make of it what you will CHORUS |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
Non-existent Patricia
Room 426 Non-existent Patricia Does not exist Non-existent Patricia Melts into the walls Was she at the party? No one can recall Non-existent Patricia Did Patricia say something Something I missed It was spoken so softly It didn’t exist Non-existent Patricia What’s on her mind She ain’t saying She’s being kind Non-existent Patricia |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
Non-existent Patricia
Room 426 Non-existent Patricia Does not exist Non-existent Patricia Melts into the walls Was she at the party? No one can recall Non-existent Patricia Did Patricia say something Something I missed It was spoken so softly It didn't exist Non-existent Patricia What's on her mind She ain't saying She's being kind Non-existent Patricia |
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from Donita Sparks - Terminal Jive (1979)
Faltermeyer-Forsey-Mael-Mael
Whispering breeze and the sound of the rain on the awning Candlelight music, the sound of the leaves in the air All of that makes me feel nervous I know it's part of your life But once in a while I just got to be riled You know it ain't nothin' personal babe But noisy boys are happy boys Let it out, let it out, get it crashing Noisy boys are happy boys Let it out, let it out, get it smashing Noisy boys are happy boys Let it out, let it out, keep on crashing Noisy boys are happy boys Let it out, let it out, let it out all the way Hush little momma, your daddy has got to be moving Hush little momma, your daddy is going away Once in a while I get edgy You've seen it happen before Once in a while I just got to be riled You know it ain't nothin' personal babe But noisy boys are happy boys Let it out, let it out, get it crashing Noisy boys are happy boys Let it out, let it out, get it smashing Noisy boys are happy boys Let it out, let it out, keep on crashing Noisy boys are happy boys Let it out, let it out, let it out all the way |
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from Donita Sparks - Angst In My Pants (2004)
Not every cigarette is a dead, dead thing
Some have a mind and try to be other things Pushed in the pack, they crave some Virginia air Softly, they pray to someone, but life ain't fair They're born to lose They're born to fill The lungs of Jack The lungs of Jill And like I said Life just isn't fair Nicotina, Nicotina, Nicotina is her name Once in a while a cigarette has a name N-I-C-O-T-I-N-A, that's her name She had a tiny voice, and she sang all day She was a cigarette, but she loved to play Nicotina, Nicotina, Nicotina is her name A man with a cough Stepped to the machine Dropped coins in the slot The end of a dream He ripped the pack and coughed, and then coughed again Popped out a cigarette, and we're near the end She screamed and screamed but so much was filtered out Now Nicotina's only a tiny cloud Nicotina's gone, but life goes on though Nicotina's gone, but life goes on though Nicotina's gone, but life goes on and on and on and on and on Nicotina, Nicotina, Nicotina was her name |
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from Donita Sparks - Plagiarism (1997)
When she's on her best behaviour
Don't be tempted by her favours Never turn your back on Mother Earth Towns are hurled from A to B By hands that looked so smooth to me Never turn your back on Mother Earth Grasp at straws that don't want grasping Gaze at clouds that come down crashing Never turn your back on Mother Earth Three days and two nights away from my friends Amen to anything that brings a quick return To my friends To my friends Never turn your back on Mother Earth I'll admit I was unfaithful But from now on I'll be more faithful Never turn your back on Mother Never turn your back on Mother Never turn your back on Mother Earth |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
Her mouth is calling you
His hands are empty My brain is drying out- It was so hungry Must have more Must have more Must have more Love for you My eyes are cold and cracked She cried a river He pulls his hair right out Tries to forgive her Must have more Must have more Must have more Love for you Love for...... It's in the atmosphere You cannot hide it So many long sharp tongues Keep us divided Must have more Must have more Must have more Love for you Have more Have more Have more Love for you Love for you Love for you Must have more Love for you |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
Her mouth is calling you
His hands are empty My brain is drying out It was so hungry Must have more Love for you My eyes are cold and cracked She cried a river He pulls his hair right out Tries to forgive her Must have more Love for you Love for YOU... It’s in the atmosphere You cannot hide it So many long sharp tongues Keep us divided Must have more Love for you Have more Love for you Must have more Love for you |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
She's got a gun
Just make her day Don't fuck with her She'll blow you away She walks the streets at night And they think she is a whore She's gotta deal with you She's gonna even out the score ms. 45 They don't let you She's gonna make them pay Now her right is it You won't get away She walks the streets at night And they think she is a whore She's gotta deal with you She's gonna even out the score ms. 45 She's got a big gun She’s gonna make those assholes pay You fuck with her She'll blow your ass away She walks the streets at night And they think she is a whore She's gotta deal with you She's gonna even out the score ms. 45 |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
She's got a gun
Just make her day Don't fuck with her She'll blow you away She walks the streets at night And they think she is a whore She's gotta deal with you She's gonna even out the score ms. 45 They don't let you She's gonna make them pay Now her right is it You won't get away She walks the streets at night And they think she is a whore She's gotta deal with you She's gonna even out the score ms. 45 She's got a big gun She's gonna make those assholes pay You fuck with her She'll blow your ass away She walks the streets at night And they think she is a whore She's gotta deal with you She's gonna even out the score ms. 45 |
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from L7 - Bricks Are Heavy (1992)
Stranded in the streets of San Francisco
A rusty car pulled along side of me I looked behind the wheel and I started to squeal An idol's face was staring at me. Don't preach to me Mr. integrity Sittin' shotgun, out of my brain Im up for draggin' through the art ghettos Stepped on the gas, gums started to flap Punk rock manifestoes Spittin', fumin', The streets are filled with so much glass that I wanted to break Eyes spinnin' 'round As my feet shook the ground Like the San Francisco earthquake Don't preach to me Mr. integrity Don't preach to me Mr. integrity I'm not the enemy Please don't preach to me Mr. integrity Stranded in the streets of San Francisco A rusty car pulled along side of me I looked behind the wheel and I started to squeal An idol's face was staring at me Spittin', fumin', The streets are filled with so much glass that I wanted to break Eyes spinnin' 'round As my feet shook the ground Like the San Francisco earthquake Don't preach to me Mr. integrity Don't preach to me Mr. integrity Don't preach to me Mr. integrity (ha!) I'm not the enemy (no) Please don't preach to me Mr. integrity |
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from Donita Sparks - Angst In My Pants (2004)
A lady gets a lotta things
She gets a 20 carat ring She gets the alimony too She gets to look good in the nude But there's one place where they've been whipped Between the nose and upper lip My-My-My-My-My Moustache Moustache Moustache Moustache My-My-My-My-My Moustache Moustache Moustache Moustache My-My-My-My-My Moustache Moustache Moustache Moustache One hundred hairs make a man I tried a handlebar design My Fu Manchu was real fine My Ronald Colman made 'em blink My Pancho Villa made 'em think But when I trimmed it real small My Jewish friends would never call My-My-My-My-My Moustache Moustache Moustache Moustache My-My-My-My-My Moustache Moustache Moustache Moustache My-My-My-My-My Moustache Moustache Moustache Moustache One hundred hairs make a man One hundred hairs make a man One hundred hairs make a man My-My-My Moustache My-My-My Moustache My-My-My Moustache They call me sir, and that ain't bad Sometimes they think that I'm my Dad And women flirt and you can bet They like that tickle that they get The only time I feel bad Is when the guess the lunch I've had My-My-My-My-My Moustache Moustache Moustache Moustache My-My-My-My-My Moustache Moustache Moustache Moustache My-My-My-My-My Moustache Moustache Moustache Moustache (repeat thru fade) |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
I took a walk in the park
It was scary and dark I looked up at the moon And I wasn't afraid I wasn't afraid She's so bright tonight Shining through the trees She's glowing on you Take a walk with me You can walk with me in the Moonshine If you look at the moon When I look at the moon We're not far away We're connected by the moon Looking at the moon In the Moonshine.. |
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from L7 - Bricks Are Heavy (1992)
come on over,is getting too late...
is time to fish,no time to cut bait goolish passion,you inspire... with your kind of trouble,I'll never tire (chorus) Monster.....(monster in me) Bring out the monster (monster in me) In a world of diposable icons... all the jokers,with phoney o' come on's... I know,I can't depend on you... when we're together,where hurting crew (chorus) you bring out the monster in me... we don't need to look for trouble... my partner in crime,my insanity double when life takes a turn from bad to worst... you're always there,my lovable curse (chorus) you bring out the monster in me... monster in you!!!!! |
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from Donita Sparks - 12 Mixes (2004)
Modesty plays, modesty plays
Modesty plays, modesty plays She may like caviar and cocktails She may like symphonies and sun But underneath the gown and high heels She's like a fully loaded gun Modesty plays, modesty plays Modesty plays, modesty plays Modesty plays, modesty plays The world is runnin' out of heroes The world is runnin' out of time Where are those martial arts maneuvers We're getting massacred by crime Well, listen buddy don't you worry She may not look like Genghis Khan And she may talk about her manicure But she can sure get things done Modesty plays, modesty plays Modesty plays, modesty plays Modesty plays, modesty plays Modesty plays, modesty plays, modesty plays Don't underestimate the lady She may seem cultured and demure But there's another side and careful She'll hit you like a 2 by 4 The world is running out of heroes And everybody's out on bail As long as modesty is on our side Good will surely prevail Modesty plays, modesty plays Modesty plays, modesty plays Modesty plays, modesty plays Modesty plays, modesty plays Modesty plays, modesty plays Modesty plays |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
It's a metal stampede
Metal stampede Yeee Hawww... Old MacDonald had a farm E-i-e-i-fuckin-o Put your pedal to the metal Metal stampede Brrreeeeahaha.......... Yeeeeeehaaaaaaw......... Get along little doggies! Yeeeehaaaww........ |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
It's a metal stampede
Metal stampede Yeee Hawww... Old MacDonald had a farm E-i-e-i-fuckin-o Put your pedal to the metal Metal stampede Brrreeeeahaha.......... Yeeeeeehaaaaaaw......... Get along little doggies! Yeeeehaaaww........ |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
Me myself and I
Will never be lonely As long as I Stick together Like glue Without you I lie here on the couch Thinking about potatoes and me And I realize Destined to be French fries Me myself Me myself and I My ship’s been tossed about Have some decency The only friends I’ve got left Are my idiosyncrasies Me myself Me myself and I |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
Me myself and I
Will never be lonely As long as I Stick together Like glue Without you I lie here on the couch Thinking about potatoes and me And I realize Destined to be French fries Me myself Me myself Me myself and I My ships been tossed about Have some decency The only friends I've got left Are my idiosyncrasies Me myself Me myself Me myself and I My ships been tossed about Have some decency The only friends I've got left Are my idiosyncrasies Me myself Me myself Me myself Me myself and I |
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