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Spent my money, took my car, started telling her friends she's gonna be a star. I don't know but I been told, a big-legged woman ain't got no soul.
Have mercy, baby on a poor girl like me,You know I'm falling, falling, falling at your feet,I'm tingling right from my head to my toes,So help me, help me, help me make the feeling go.
Oh it's so funny to be seeing you after so long, girl. And with the way you look I understand that you are not impressed. But I heard you let that little friend of mine take off your party dress.
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes.And Jesus Christ died for nothin', I suppose.Little pitchers have big ears, don't stop to count the years.And sweet songs never last too long on broken radios...mmmm...
Sad preacher nailed upon the coloured door of time;Insane teacher be there reminded of the rhyme.There'll be no mutant enemy we shall certify;Political ends, as sad remains, will die.
Well, took my eyes from the wall'Cause I'm gonna dance with three or fourTill you can't hear the music for the bare feetSlappin' on the floor
Well, I met a girl at the Rainbow bar She asked me if I'd beat her She took me back to the Hyatt House I don't want to talk about it
She's totally committedTo major independenceBut she's a lady through and throughShe gives them quite a battle
My head, it keeps on reeling It's got me in a crazy spin Darling, darling, darling Is this the end?
Still in Love With You - Thin LizzieSome of these days, and it wont be longGonna drive back down where you once belongedIn the back of a dream car twenty foot longDon't cry my sweet, don't break my heartDoing all right, but you gotta get smartThere's a connection here if you choose the right persona...
Black man gotta lot a problemsBut they don't mind throwing a brickWhite people go to schoolWhere they teach you how to be thick
Goin' to the late 60s for this one:Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes.Dawn-light smiles on you leaving, my contentment.
One pill makes you larger
The room was humming harderAs the ceiling flew awayWhen we called out for another drinkAnd the waiter brought a tray
Hey, baby, if you're feelin' downI know what's good for you all dayAre you worried what your friends seeWill it ruin your reputation lovin' me