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And they've got beautiful eyes
That make my heart feel surprised And you notice it And that's the truth That's the truth... |
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Sweet Lucy was a dancer
But none of us would chance her Because she was a samurai She made electric shadows Beyond our fingertips And none of us could reach that high She came on like a teaser I had to touch and please her Enjoy a little paradise The log was in my pocket When Lucy met the rockett She never knew the reason why I can't deny it With that smile on her face ![]() Oh it's not the kill, It's the thrill of the chase Feel it coming, It's knocking at the door You know it's no good running, It's not against the law The point of no return An' now you know the score An' now you're learning, Aha, what's knockin' at your back door Sweet Nancy was so fancy To get into her pantry We had to be the aristocracy The members that she toyed with At her city club Were something in diplomacy So we put her on the hit list Of a common cunning linguist A master of many tongues And now she eases gently From her Austin to her Bentley Suddenly she feels so young I can't deny it With that smile on her face Oh it's not the kill, It's the thrill of the chase Feel it coming, It's knocking at the door You know it's no good running, No it's not against the law The point of no return, Now you know the score An' now you're learning, Aha, what's knockin' at your back door Sweet Lucy was a dancer But none of us would chance her Because she was a samurai She made electric shadows Beyond our fingertips And one of us could reach that high I can't deny it With that smile on my face Oh it's not the kill, It's the thrill of the chase Feel it coming, knocking at the door You know it's no good running Now it's knockin' at your door Aha, knockin' at your back door
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"Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius -- and a lot of courage -- to move in the opposite direction." - Albert Einstein |
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Strolling along country roads with my baby
It starts to rain, it begins to pour Without an umbrella we're soaked to the skin I feel a shiver run up my spine I feel the warmth of her hand in mine Oo, I hear laughter in the rain Walking hand in hand with the one I love Oo, how I love the rainy days And the happy way I feel inside After a while we run under a tree I turn to her and she kisses me There with the beat of the rain on the leaves Softly she breathes and I close my eyes Sharing our love under stormy skies Oo, I hear laughter in the rain Walking hand in hand with the one I love Oo, how I love the rainy days And the happy way I feel inside I feel the warmth of her hand in mine Oo, I hear laughter in the rain Walking hand in hand with the one I love Oo, how I love the rainy days And the happy way I feel inside Oo, I hear laughter in the rain Walking hand in hand with the one I love Oo, how I love the rainy days |
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Practically Lives Here
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He been gone since 3:30
Been coming home lately at 3:30 I'm super cool, I've been a fool But now I'm hot and baby, you gon' get it Now I ain't tripping, I ain't twisted I ain't demented, well, just a lil' bit I'm kicking ***, I'm taking names I'm on flame, don't come home, babe I'm breaking dishes up in here, all night I ain't gon' stop until I see police lights I'ma fight a man tonight, I'ma fight a man tonight I'ma fight a man, a man, a m-a-n A man, a man, a m-a-n I'm still waiting, come through the door I'm killing time, you know, bleaching your clothes I'm roasting marshmallows on the fire And what I'm burning is your attire I'm getting restless, I'm getting tested And I can't believe he's always out every night and never checks in Is he cheating? Man, I don't know I'm looking 'round for something else to throw I'm breaking dishes up in here, all night I ain't gon' stop until I see police lights I'ma fight a man tonight, I'ma fight a man tonight I'ma fight a man, a man, a m-a-n A man, a man, a m-a-n I don't know who you think I am But I really don't give a damn right now If you don't come I'ma huff and puff and blow this, blow this, oh Blow this, blow this, I'ma blow this, blow this, oh Blow this, blow this, I'ma blow this, blow this, oh Blow this house, house down! Dishes breaking, dishes breaking, dishes I'm breaking dishes up in here, all night I ain't gon' stop until I see police lights I'ma fight a man tonight, I'ma fight a man tonight I'ma fight a man, a man, a m-a-n A man, a man, a m-a-n A man, a man, a m-a-n A man, a man, a m-a-n Breaking, breaking, breaking, breaking Dishes, dishes, dishes Breaking, breaking, breaking, breaking Dishes, dishes, dishes |
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She lit a burner on the stove
And offered me a pipe "I thought you'd never say hello", she said "You look like the silent type" Then she opened up a book of poems And handed it to me Written by an Italian poet From the thirteenth century And every one of them words rang true And glowed like burnin' coal Pourin' off of every page Like it was written in my soul, from me to you Tangled up in blue |
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![]() I can see her lyin'
back in her satin dress in a room where ya do what ya don't confess Sundown ya better take care if I find you been creepin' 'round my back stairs She's been lookin' like a queen in a sailor's dream And she don't always say what she really means Sometimes I think it's a shame when I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain I can picture every move that a man could make Getting lost in her lovin' is your first mistake Sundown ya better take care if I find you been creepin' 'round my back stairs Sometimes I think it's a sin when I feel like I'm winnin' when I'm losin again I can see her lookin' fast in her faded jeans She's a hard lovin' woman got me feelin' mean Sometimes I think it's a shame when I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain Sundown ya better take care if I find you been creepin' 'round my back stairs Sometimes I think it's a sin when I feel like I'm winnin' when I'm losin' again
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It doesn't mean much
It doesn't mean anything at all The life I've left behind me is a cold room I've crossed the last line From where I can't return Where every step I took in faith betrayed me And led me from my home And sweet surrender Is all that I have to give Take me in, no question's asked You strip away the ugliness that surrounds me (Who are you?) Are you an angel? Am I already that gone? I only hope that I won't disappoint you When I'm down here on my knees (Who are you?) And sweet surrender Is all that I have to give (Who are you?) And sweet surrender Is all that I have to give Don't understand The touch of your hand I would be the one to fall I miss the little things I miss everything about you Doesn't mean much It doesn't mean anything at all The life I left behind me is a cold room (Who are you?) And sweet surrender Is all that I have to give (Who are you?) And sweet surrender Is all that I have to give |
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