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from L7 - Smell The Magic (2008)
You and me 'till the wheels fall off
You and me, we just fit I'm addicted and i can't quit You and me 'till the wheels fall off ... (???) ... (???) You and me 'till the wheels fall off You and me, we just fit I'm addicted and i can't quit You and me 'till the wheels fall off People say you're (?) I don't care, let's go, go, go You and me 'till the wheels fall off |
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from L7 - Smell The Magic (2008)
Well I hate the rain when I drive
Right on thru Cause the windows are broken on my 455 Right on thru It don't rain much but when it do That dirty old rain comes right on thru Right on thru Through to you! I had some pigeons livin on my ledge Right on thru Dirty winged rats living on the edge Right on thru I give em a shot too Right on thru The pigeon shit seeps right on thru Right on thru Through to you Well you built your house made out of lead Right on thru It keeps out those things that you dread Right on thru It don't matter where you hide Right on thru Because reality always crashes inside Right on thru Through to you |
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from L7 - Smell The Magic (2008)
Don't wanna drown
Don't wanna be found This is not my destiny Oh yeah No twentieth century casualty Oh yeah I don't wanna watch television I don't wanna listen to the radio I don't wanna drown in american society Don't wanna be rich Now can't you see the way they dress They dress Well they're a bloody tax mess I don't wanna go to the movies I don't wanna listen to the company Don't wanna drown in american society |
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from L7 - Smell The Magic (2008)
I've got my broomstick, baby
I've got my paperback novel I'm gonna lay right here And I ain't gonna grovel What's the use of lying I won't believe you What's the use of crying It won't relieve you I've got my broomstick I've got my paperback novel I'm gonna lay right here right now And I ain't gonna grovel |
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from L7 - Smell The Magic (2008)
She wakes up wet in a shower stall
Sewn together, bangs her head on a wall She goes hitchhiking at 3 a.m. Bruised and bloody, does it over again She's got a deathwish In a self-destructive blitz He's got a car that goes real fast He's got a life but it won't last Doesn't even look disturbed When his chevy takes out the curb He's got a deathwish Coming home is a hit or a miss He's got a deathwish In a self-destructive blitz Passed out drunk on the living room floor Gets up and pukes so she can drink some more And evening's party out in the fringe Turns into a two-week binge She's got a deathwish Coming home is a hit or a miss She's got a deathwish In a self-destructive blitz |
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from L7 - Smell The Magic (2008)
Her glance hits me like lightning
I heard that girl is fast and frightening Dirty hair and a laugh that's mean Her neighbors call her an evil machine She's fast, she's lean She's frightening She's fast, she's lean She's frightening Popping wheelies on her motorbike Straight girls wish they were dykes She'll do anything on a dare Mom and Daddy's worst nightmare Down at the creek smoking pot She eats the roach so she don't get caught Throws her mini off in the halls Got so much clit she don't need no balls |
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from L7 - Smell The Magic (2008)
Taime is a rock star
Just like me Everyone loves him Just like me They all think he's punk Just like me Smack how he picks it up So where's your dignity? Faster, faster, faster....... Well axl is a love god Just like me The girls all love him Just like me But he's so messed up Just like me Doesn't want to give it up So where's your dignity? Guns and, guns and, guns and Guns and, guns and, guns and Well vixen are love gods Just like me Pretty pretty sex things Just like me Dressed up and to pay to play I couldn't live that way Hair spray and bustier Can't fool me Vixen, vixen, vixen Vixen, vixen, vixen Slash is a love god I know it's hard to believe Boys all dig him But boys are easy to please You've got the bimbos swinging Like monkeys in the trees You've got limos and money So where's your dignity? |
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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 - 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 Donita Sparks - Whomp That Sucker (2004)
I am a rhino
Plodding the jungle Dinnertime's here and "Baby I'm home" Me and my baby We are so happy Then I smell vinyl "Darling, let's run!" Don't shoot me Don't shoot me down Don't shoot me Don't shoot me down I am a hippo Sloshing through mud and Work is now over "Baby, I'm home" Isn't she lovely Makes me feel comfy Then I smell Jeeps and "Darling, let's run!" I'm a poor slob from Reno, Nevada I am a hunter of Rhinos and hippos Then I come home from Months in the bush I'm tired, I'm weary "Darling, I'm home" "Darling, darling, what's wrong?" "Darling, darling, what's wrong?" "Darling, darling, who's he?" Don't shoot me Don't shoot me down, down Don't shoot me Don't shoot me down, down, down Nice shooting Nice shooting, dear, dear, dear, dear Nice shooting, Nice shooting, dear |
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from Donita Sparks - Whomp That Sucker (2004)
I looked a lot like a Vogue Magazine
Perfect and smooth, they all called me a dream Flawless and loveless, no intimacy I only lived to be seen Not to be touched, too clean Funny Face, I want a Funny Face Funny Face, I want a Funny Face Billions of dollars are spent on the face Covering, smoothing, and changing the shape Everyone wanted a face just like mine Nobody wanted me Only to look like me Funny Face, I want a Funny Face Funny Face, I want a Funny Face I'm ungrateful but I don't care I hear comments from everywhere Probably nothing behind the face The face, the face That was the day that I jumped off the bridge Trying to end it all, I barely lived Doctor Lamaar said "your face is a mess" All of the rest you can guess I got my one request (He got his one request) And I am happy, yes (And he is happy, yes) I got my one request (He got his Funny Face) And I am happy, yes And I am happy, happy, happy, happy, happy Funny Face, I got my Funny Face Funny Face, I got my Funny Face |
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from Donita Sparks - Whomp That Sucker (2004)
Well, I married a Martian
And boy, am I sorry Well, she came down from the sky She couldn't stand the attitude there She took human form, not bad She seemed different She had a European flair And I said, "where you from?" And she said, she said, "I'm from Mars" I married a Martian Her loving is different Viva la difference Every, every night I married a Martian I took her to Vegas I dressed her in ermine She had the time of her life Though she called me Mister Right I could sense something was wrong She was hardly home at all She'd keep telling me She was doing studies of Earth She had tendencies to flirt And it really did hurt me I married a Martian Boy, am I sorry I don't recommend it To anyone in their right mind I married a Martian I think I see changes I know I see changes She doesn't look like our kind Her arms, her legs, Were growing and growing Her form, once thin, Was changing, was changing I can't describe The changes, so gruesome She looked, she seemed So Martian I married a Martian I'm going to Vegas It isn't for pleasure I'm getting a quickie divorce I married a Martian Boy, am I sorry I don't recommend it To anyone in their right mind I married a Martian Who was I kidding She only had loved me 'Cause I was the first guy she saw I married a Martian And now it is over Go back to your cronies Back to your own form of life I married a Martian They're good in the movies Dramatic potential But they're not so hot in real life |
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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 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 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)
(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 - Pulling Rabbits Out of A Hat (2004)
Everybody move
Move it on up and move it down Sweet little thing ease it down Fall in the pool and you'll drown Everybody move Wear out the soles of your shoes Wear out the soles of your feet Move to the beat, toute de suite There's a red lite a comin' There's a red lite a comin' Slam on the brakes and slow down Everybody move Unwanted pounds will disappear You'll have an itty bitty rear Better lay off of the beer There's a new thang a comin' There's a new thang a comin' Better do something with your hair -------------------------------------------------------- |
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from Donita Sparks - Pulling Rabbits Out of A Hat (2004)
Kiss me quick, hot and right
No confusion, paradise Never panic, we're alone Kiss me quick, and there's the phone Lips that taste of cigarettes and California wine Lips that taste of fancy food, you drive me out of my mind I really wish you'd kiss me one more time Kiss me quick, melt the ice College ideas, high school eyes Paramedic, dressed in white Kiss me quick, save my life Lips that taste of foreign words and complimentary lies Lips that make a nervous wreck of any normal guy I really wish you'd kiss me one more time Kiss me quick, wake me up Caffeine kisses, not enough Jungle fever, insect bites Weird religions, pagan rites Lips that taste of cigarettes and California wine Lips that taste of fancy food, you drive me out of my mind I really wish you'd kiss me one more time |
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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 - 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 - 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 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 - Angst In My Pants (2004)
I hope it doesn't show
It'll go 'way It's just a passing phase It'll go 'way You can dress nautical Learn to tie knots Take lots of Dramamine Out on your yacht But when you're all alone And nothing bites You'll wish you stayed at home With someone nice But when you think you made it disappear It comes again, "Hello, I'm here" and I've got angst in my pants You can be smart as hell Know how to add Know how to figure things On yellow pads Answer so no one knows What you just said But when you're all alone You and your head What's the computer say, it's mumbling now It says "hey Joe" It's spelled it out and "You've got angst in your pants" "You've got angst in your pants" But when you think you've made it disappear You're sure you made it disappear And you've still got angst in your pants I hope it doesn't show It'll go 'way It's just a passing phase It'll go 'way I hope it doesn't show It'll go 'way Give it a hundred years It won't go 'way And I've got angst in my pants I've got angst in my pants |
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from Donita Sparks - Angst In My Pants (2004)
Don't let it get me,
don't let it get me, oww Don't let it get me, don't let it get me, oww don't let it get me, oww don't let it get me, oww Well, it's Saturday night and I'm still free and I ain't never gonna be eaten by the monster of love (Don't let it get me) It's hard to fight it off much more I can hear it droolin' by the door eaten by the monster of love (Don't let it get me) It ain't a pretty sight to see the way it leaves 'em (Don't let it get me) It chews 'em up and spits out creatures with those goo-gooey eyes sick-sickly smiles It just ain't right And my father said, "Don't worry, son" But look at him, he shoulda' run eaten by the monster of love Don't let it get me, don't let it get me, oww. don't let it get me, oww. don't let it get me, oww Well, it's worse than war, it's worse than death There ain't too many left who ain't been eaten by the monster of love (Don't let it get me) Buy a dog and that might help but sometimes though a dog gets rabid eaten by the monster of love (Don't let it get me) It ain't a pretty sight to see the way it leaves 'em (Don't let it get me) It chews 'em up and spits out creatures with those goo-gooey eyes sick-sickly smiles It just ain't right Eaten by the monster of love (Don't let it get me) let it huff, let it puff (Don't let it get me) Eaten by the monster of love (Don't let it get me) I hate to gripe but I just ain't the type Don't let it get me, don't let it get me, oww Don't let it get me, don't let it get me, oww Don't let it get me, don't let it get me, oww. Don't let it get me, don't let it get me, oww. Well, I know some really good good people overcome and piece by piece they were eaten by the monster of love (Don't let it get me) Sometimes it takes a nip at me but I'm too quick to ever be eaten by the monster of love Don't let it get me, don't let it get me, oww. don't let it get me, oww. don't let it get me, oww. Eaten by the monster of love (Don't let it get me) Eaten by the monster of love (Don't let it get me) Eaten by the monster of love (Don't let it get me) ((fade)) |
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from Donita Sparks - Angst In My Pants (2004)
You're gonna take a walk in the rain
And you're gonna get wet (I predict) You're gonna eat a bowl of chow mein And be hungry real soon (I predict) Are my sources correct (I predict) They're gonna find the Queen is a man But that Philip don't care (I predict) Lassie will prove that Elvis and her Had a fleeting affair (I predict) Are my sources correct Are my sources correct Yes I know they're corect (I predict) Men, if you say your prayers You'll never lose your hair L.A. is safe Ain't gonna quake Ain't gonna quake (I predict) And somebody's gonna die But I can't reveal who Cold beer will cure a cold Cold beer and pretzels, takes care of cancer Moscow will march to France They'll do the Can-Can Dance Don't worry, it'll work out Maxim's will throw them out They're gonna stop Saturday night So you better have fun now (I predict) They're gonna stop having the sun So you better get tan now And this song will fade out And this song will fade out And this song will fade out (I predict) |
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from Donita Sparks - Angst In My Pants (2004)
Don't play that riff
Don't play that riff Don't play that riff That takes me back Instant weight loss There was this girl Black hair, so what She called me "Fats" But in one night Instant weight loss One night, one steamy night I'd lose a kilo each hour In ten nights, ten steamy nights And figure a kilo each hour Instant weight loss Then came this guy Some foreign name Had chubby hands Wore lots of chains Instant weight loss That's it What's done is done Erase the past if you can With ice cream, with coconut pie In less than a week I'd undone Instant weight loss Don't play that riff She sang that riff All through the night It's coming back I've gained an ounce I've gained a pound Another pound I've gained a ton So last July This girl pulls up Blonde hair, so what She says "Hey Fats" Instant weight loss (repeats thru fade) |
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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 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 - 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 - 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 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 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 Donita Sparks - In Outer Space (2004)
We're a fun bunch of guys
And we come from outer space On the planet where we're from War is even fun We're a fun bunch of guys We're a fun bunch of guys Here to infiltrate and get a tan We arrived here from the sky On that cream pie parked outside We're a fun bunch of guys We're a fun bunch of guys We speak English real good On our TV's in the sky Your reruns come in fine We're a fun bunch of guys --------------------------------------------------- |
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from Donita Sparks - In Outer Space (2004)
Think about the places we've had our little fun
In the church at Christmas, busted by that nun Then in that museum, beneath the mastadon Stating our positions on the White House lawn CHORUS All you ever think about is sex All you ever think about exclusively All you ever think about is sex, all right with me Say, do you remember the Dodgers and the Mets 50,000 people saw us and turned red I'm still not recovered from Saturday's faux pas When your faather came home, saw us, and dropped dead CHORUS In a world of lovers, we don't love each other much Fact is, we're too busy to love each other much CHORUS ----------------------------------------------------------- |
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from Donita Sparks - In Outer Space (2004)
I wanna got to cool places with you
I wanna take you cool places tonight I wanna go where nobody's a fool And no one says uh, "Hey girl, need a light?" I want to move like this and that A minimum of chit chat I never wanna cool down, cool down, cool cool cool, Cool places tonight I gotta tell you, you're lookin' real good They let us in so I'm feelin' all right I like to go where sometimes they refuse Yeah, I remember last Saturday night But I'm feeling cooler now And they could tell we're cooler now It's obvious we're cooler now, cooler now, cool cool cool, Cool places tonight I wanna go, I wanna go, etc. I want to go to cool places tonight I wanna go to cool places with you And after that we'll slip out for a bite A coffee shop, and toast, coffee and juice And then we'll sleep 'til 5 p.m. And start it up all over again I never want to cool down, cool down, cool cool cool I wanna go, I wanna go, etc. I want to go to cool places tonight I wanna go to cool places with you |
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from Donita Sparks - In Outer Space (2004)
It's the sound
Of today Played so loud You're in pain I feel good Really great As I talk To my feet Dance godammit Dance godammit I get scared When I'm alone So I don't Stay alone I like clubs I like girls I like music And that's it Dance godammit Dance godammit I do leaps I do splits I do spins I do dips Wanna dance Wanna dance Wanna dance? Do you wanna dance? I get scared When I'm alone Ah, don't leave me All alone Wnna dance Wanna dance Wanna Dance? Do you wanna dance? Dance godammit Dance godammit -------------------------------- -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ Eric Wincentsen 267@ef.gc.maricopa.edu Glendale Community College, Glendale, Arizona "Give me ten wheels for Jesus!" -Elvis Hitler +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- |
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from Donita Sparks - In Outer Space (2004)
Turn out the light, yeah, the light
And I might have a chance I guess I look slightly worse Than the Elephant Man Whoa, oh, oh, I wish I looked a little better Whoa, oh, oh, I wish I looked a little better I went to high school And majored in looking real bad I got a real ugly mom And a real ugly dad Whoa, oh, oh, I wish I looked a little better Whoa, ohWhoa, oh, oh, I wish I looked a little better Dress for success That's what they say I'm such a mess That there just ain't no way I know my breath is the sweetest It really is great But when I try just to kiss you You say, "Better wait." Whoa, oh, oh, I wish I looked a little better Whoa, oh, oh, I wish I looked a little better Dress for success That's whaat they said Gimme some clothes To slap over my head Whoa, oh, oh, I wish I looked a little better Whoa, oh, oh, I wish I looked a little better I went to Balboa Island And laid in the sand I may be as ugly as sin But at lest now I'm tan Whoa, oh, oh, I wish I looked a little better Whoa, oh, oh, I wish I looked a little better Whoa, oh, oh, I wish I looked a little better Whoa, oh, oh, I wish I looked a little better ----------------------------------------------------- |
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from Donita Sparks - In Outer Space (2004)
We lie marooned on a tropical isle in the sun
Someday they'll come, take us back with a dumb "welcome home" Until that day arrives Lucky me, lucky you Lucky me, lucky you I'll lose my tan and the very next day you'll be gone I 'll get a job and I'll marry a marvelous blonde Until that day arrives Lucky me, lucky you Lucky me, lucky you Maybe the world has decided we died in that gale We were the ones who they voted most likely to fail Lucky me, lucky you Lucky me, lucky you -------------------------------------------------------- |
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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 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)
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 - 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 - 12 Mixes (2004)
Think about the places we've had our little fun
In the church at Christmas, busted by that nun Then in that museum, beneath the mastadon Stating our positions on the White House lawn CHORUS All you ever think about is sex All you ever think about exclusively All you ever think about is sex, all right with me Say, do you remember the Dodgers and the Mets 50,000 people saw us and turned red I'm still not recovered from Saturday's faux pas When your faather came home, saw us, and dropped dead CHORUS In a world of lovers, we don't love each other much Fact is, we're too busy to love each other much CHORUS ----------------------------------------------------------- |
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from Donita Sparks - 12 Mixes (2004)
Mael-Mael
I was born a little premature Mom just couldn't take no more Had no time to learn to cry Goodbye, Mama, got to fly Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye Entered school when I was two PhD'd that afternoon Never entered any sports Didn't look too good in shorts Got divorced when I was four CHORUS: I've seen everything there is I've done everything there is I've met everyone but Liz Now I've even met ol' Liz No time for relationship Skip the foreplay, let 'er rip You gotta beat the clock, beat the clock, Beat the clock, beat the clock I did lots of travelling Parts of me unraveling The Army then rejected me Said I had two flat feet Wore them out when I was three Too bad there ain't ten of you Then I'd show you what I'd do I could cheat on five of you And be faithful to you too But there's only one of you CHORUS |
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from Donita Sparks - 12 Mixes (2004)
I wanna got to cool places with you
I wanna take you cool places tonight I wanna go where nobody's a fool And no one says uh, "Hey girl, need a light?" I want to move like this and that A minimum of chit chat I never wanna cool down, cool down, cool cool cool, Cool places tonight I gotta tell you, you're lookin' real good They let us in so I'm feelin' all right I like to go where sometimes they refuse Yeah, I remember last Saturday night But I'm feeling cooler now And they could tell we're cooler now It's obvious we're cooler now, cooler now, cool cool cool, Cool places tonight I wanna go, I wanna go, etc. I want to go to cool places tonight I wanna go to cool places with you And after that we'll slip out for a bite A coffee shop, and toast, coffee and juice And then we'll sleep 'til 5 p.m. And start it up all over again I never want to cool down, cool down, cool cool cool I wanna go, I wanna go, etc. I want to go to cool places tonight I wanna go to cool places with you |
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from Donita Sparks - 12 Mixes (2004)
It's the sound
Of today Played so loud You're in pain I feel good Really great As I talk To my feet Dance godammit Dance godammit I get scared When I'm alone So I don't Stay alone I like clubs I like girls I like music And that's it Dance godammit Dance godammit I do leaps I do splits I do spins I do dips Wanna dance Wanna dance Wanna dance? Do you wanna dance? I get scared When I'm alone Ah, don't leave me All alone Wnna dance Wanna dance Wanna Dance? Do you wanna dance? Dance godammit Dance godammit -------------------------------- -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ Eric Wincentsen 267@ef.gc.maricopa.edu Glendale Community College, Glendale, Arizona "Give me ten wheels for Jesus!" -Elvis Hitler +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- |
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from Donita Sparks - 12 Mixes (2004)
You're gonna take a walk in the rain
And you're gonna get wet (I predict) You're gonna eat a bowl of chow mein And be hungry real soon (I predict) Are my sources correct (I predict) They're gonna find the Queen is a man But that Philip don't care (I predict) Lassie will prove that Elvis and her Had a fleeting affair (I predict) Are my sources correct Are my sources correct Yes I know they're corect (I predict) Men, if you say your prayers You'll never lose your hair L.A. is safe Ain't gonna quake Ain't gonna quake (I predict) And somebody's gonna die But I can't reveal who Cold beer will cure a cold Cold beer and pretzels, takes care of cancer Moscow will march to France They'll do the Can-Can Dance Don't worry, it'll work out Maxim's will throw them out They're gonna stop Saturday night So you better have fun now (I predict) They're gonna stop having the sun So you better get tan now And this song will fade out And this song will fade out And this song will fade out (I predict) |
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from Donita Sparks - 12 Mixes (2004)
Kiss me quick, hot and right
No confusion, paradise Never panic, we're alone Kiss me quick, and there's the phone Lips that taste of cigarettes and California wine Lips that taste of fancy food, you drive me out of my mind I really wish you'd kiss me one more time Kiss me quick, melt the ice College ideas, high school eyes Paramedic, dressed in white Kiss me quick, save my life Lips that taste of foreign words and complimentary lies Lips that make a nervous wreck of any normal guy I really wish you'd kiss me one more time Kiss me quick, wake me up Caffeine kisses, not enough Jungle fever, insect bites Weird religions, pagan rites Lips that taste of cigarettes and California wine Lips that taste of fancy food, you drive me out of my mind I really wish you'd kiss me one more time |
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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 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 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 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 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 Donita Sparks - Plagiarism (1997)
The lawns grow plush in the hinterlands
The perfect little setting for the one night stands. The drapes are drawn and the lights are out It's the time to put in practise what you've dreamed about. Well she can show you what you must do To be more like people better than you. Amateur hour goes on and on When you turn pro you know she'll let you know Amateur hour goes on and on When you turn pro you know she tells you so. Girls grow tops to go topless in While we sit and count the hairs that blossom from our chins. Our voices change at a rapid pace I could start a song a tenor and then end as bass. So choose your partners everyone If you hesitate the good ones are gone. Amateur hour goes on and on . . . Dance laugh wine dine and talk and sing But those cannot replace what is the real thing It's a lot like playing the violin You cannot start off and be Yehudi Menuhin. So Amateur hour goes on and on . . . |
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from Donita Sparks - Plagiarism (1997)
I hope it doesn't show
It'll go 'way It's just a passing phase It'll go 'way You can dress nautical Learn to tie knots Take lots of Dramamine Out on your yacht But when you're all alone And nothing bites You'll wish you stayed at home With someone nice But when you think you made it disappear It comes again, "Hello, I'm here" and I've got angst in my pants You can be smart as hell Know how to add Know how to figure things On yellow pads Answer so no one knows What you just said But when you're all alone You and your head What's the computer say, it's mumbling now It says "hey Joe" It's spelled it out and "You've got angst in your pants" "You've got angst in your pants" But when you think you've made it disappear You're sure you made it disappear And you've still got angst in your pants I hope it doesn't show It'll go 'way It's just a passing phase It'll go 'way I hope it doesn't show It'll go 'way Give it a hundred years It won't go 'way And I've got angst in my pants I've got angst in my pants |
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from Donita Sparks - Plagiarism (1997)
Mael-Mael
I was born a little premature Mom just couldn't take no more Had no time to learn to cry Goodbye, Mama, got to fly Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye Entered school when I was two PhD'd that afternoon Never entered any sports Didn't look too good in shorts Got divorced when I was four CHORUS: I've seen everything there is I've done everything there is I've met everyone but Liz Now I've even met ol' Liz No time for relationship Skip the foreplay, let 'er rip You gotta beat the clock, beat the clock, Beat the clock, beat the clock I did lots of travelling Parts of me unraveling The Army then rejected me Said I had two flat feet Wore them out when I was three Too bad there ain't ten of you Then I'd show you what I'd do I could cheat on five of you And be faithful to you too But there's only one of you CHORUS |
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from Donita Sparks - Plagiarism (1997)
I looked a lot like a Vogue Magazine
Perfect and smooth, they all called me a dream Flawless and loveless, no intimacy I only lived to be seen Not to be touched, too clean Funny Face, I want a Funny Face Funny Face, I want a Funny Face Billions of dollars are spent on the face Covering, smoothing, and changing the shape Everyone wanted a face just like mine Nobody wanted me Only to look like me Funny Face, I want a Funny Face Funny Face, I want a Funny Face I'm ungrateful but I don't care I hear comments from everywhere Probably nothing behind the face The face, the face That was the day that I jumped off the bridge Trying to end it all, I barely lived Doctor Lamaar said "your face is a mess" All of the rest you can guess I got my one request (He got his one request) And I am happy, yes (And he is happy, yes) I got my one request (He got his Funny Face) And I am happy, yes And I am happy, happy, happy, happy, happy Funny Face, I got my Funny Face Funny Face, I got my Funny Face |
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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 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 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 - 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 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 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
I suppose I should say a few words here
Let it all out Try to let it all out I like the sign with the blinking light I like the sign it makes me feel alright I like the lights yeah they’re soothing me I like the lights when they get blurry But something out there’s messing with me A strange dose of reality I had some things I had to do today I had some things my head got in the way I thought a drive might make it okay I thought a drive would take it all away I can’t shake what’s hanging over me I can’t shake it this brain freeze Something out there’s messing with me Bad things come in more than threes Bad things bad things I just wanna Bad things, bad things I wanna wanna Bad things, bad things Come on, I wanna Bad things, bad things I just wanna feel good And I feel so bad I like the sound of the urban din I like the sound it fits the mood I’m in The city plays it’s manic song The city plays I want to sing along I can’t shake what’s hanging over me I can’t shake it this brain freeze Bad things keep happening to me Bad things come in more than threes Bad things, bad things I just wanna.. Bad things, bad things I wanna, wanna.. Bad things, bad things Come on I wanna.. Bad things, bad things I just wanna feel good I had some things I had to do today I had some things my head got in the way I can’t shake what’s hanging over me I just can’t shake what’s hanging over me Bad things bad things I just wanna.. Bad things, bad things I wanna, wanna Bad things, bad things Come on I wanna.. Bad things, bad things I just wanna feel good |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
I’ll drink bitter wine
I’ll eat humble pie I’ll do all this For some peace I'll do all this for peace of mind Can we trust each other I'm not your keeper No farewell sister Try to have savoir-faire Pretend like I just don't care You'll do all this just to get high I'll do all this to just get by |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
Wah wah one and one is two
We got a drama I’m watching TV and I don’t need you Bring on the drama I’ll tell you something and you know it’s true You’re full of drama My piss is yellow and the sky is blue W got a drama Spare me You’re draining me Wah wah one and two is three Bring on the drama There’s something wrong yeah I agree We got a drama I’ll tell you something that you’re choking me With all you’re drama Life stinks and the grass is green We got a drama Spare me, you’re draining me Draining me, draining me, draining me You’re draining me One, two, fuck you Spare me, you’re draining me Draining me, draining me, draining me You’re draining me |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
Wah Wah
One and one is two Bring on the drama I'm watching TV ans i don't need you We got a drama I'll tell you something and you know it's true You're full of drama My piss is yellow and the sky is blue We got a drama Spare me You're draining me Wah Wah One and one is two Bring on the drama There's something wrong yeah I agree We got a drama I'll tell you something you're choking me With all your drama Life stinks and the grass is green We got a drama Spare me You're draining me, draining me |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
Be honest with me
Really you could be frank Come on and lay it on me Come on and validate me, me I need Enough talk about me Let's talk about you What do you think of me? What do you think about me, me, me... I need.. What about my wants What about my needs I want.. I need... |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
Be honest with me
Really you could be frank Come on and lay it on me Come on and validate me, me I need Enough talk about me Let's talk about you What do you think of me? What do you think about me, me, me... I need.. What about my wants What about my needs I want.. I need... |
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