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Babe come in from the cold and put that coat to rest.
Step inside take a deep breath and do what you do best. Yes kick off them shoes and leave those city streets. I do believe love came our way. and fate did arrange for us to meet. *** I love when you do that hocus pocus to me. The way that you touch you've got the power to heal. You give me that look it's almost unreal. it's almost unreal. Hey we can't stop the rain let's find a place by the fire. Sometimes I feel stange as it seems. you've been in my dreams all my life. I love when you do that hocus pocus to me. The way that you touch you've got the power to heal. You give me that look it's almost unreal. it's almost unreal. It's a crazy world out there. It'a a crazy........ Let's hope our prayers are in good hands pocus tonight. Oh I love when you do that hocus pocus to me. The way that you touch you've got the power to heal. You give me that look it's almost unreal. it's almost unreal. yea. It's almost unreal. I love when you do that hocus pocus to me. The way that you touch you've got the power to heal. You give me that look it's almost unreal. it's almost unreal. Do the hocus pocus to me. Do the hocus pocus .. |
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| 4:35 | 
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| 3. |
| 4:07 |
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| 4:24 |
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| 6:10 |
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| 4:33 |
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| 5:10 |
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| 8. |
| 3:28 |
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Make up the rules for me to live by
Rules you break and just let it slide You try and find you inside of me Be as great as you want me to be Hypocrite, the word that fits Do as you say Not as you do You're pushing me to a breakpoint Pushing me, push, push me to a breakpoint Self esteem you seem to lack Point the finger There's three pointing back Control's the illusion with all good intent Bad times are contagious You laugh and infect Criticist, the word that fits Put me down to lift you up You're pushing me to a breakpoint Pushing me, push, push me to a breakpoint Watching pain is your only pleasure Sick fascination for someone's disaster Self suffering since you were born Mess with the bull and you'll get the horn Misery, the word that fits Can't seem to smile 'till someone's sad You're pushing me to a breakpoint You're pushing me, push, push me Push, push, push me to a breakpoint In my opinions as a professional I recommend We straight-jacket the son-of-a-bitch Lock him in a rubber room Sedate him, heavily And when he wakes up, If he wakes up, we'll see If he can be a nice boy Well... I don't know... It's gonna hurt me More that it's gonna hurt him Let's do it! You push me to a breakpoint, breakpoint Push me to a breakpoint, breakpoint Don't push me, you piece of shit |
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| 3:45 |
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Get your party gown and get your pigtail down
And get your heart beatin' baby Got my timin' right I got my act all tight It's gotta be tonight My little school babe Your momma says you don't And your daddy says you won't And I'm boilin' up inside Ain't no way I'm gonna lose out this time Tie your mother down Tie your mother down Lock your daddy out of doors I don't need him nosin' around Tie your mother down Tie your mother down Give me all your love tonight 'You're such a dirty louse go get outa my house' That's all I ever get from your family ties In fact I don't think I ever heard A single little civil word from those guys I don't give a light I'm gonna make out all right I've got a sweetheart hand To put a stop to all that Snipin' and grousin' Tie your mother down Tie your mother down Take your little brother swimmin' With a brick that's all right Tie your mother down Tie your mother down Or you ain't no friend of mine Your momma and your daddy Gonna plague me till I die I can't understand it 'Cause I'm a peace lovin' guy Tie your mother down Tie your mother down Get that big big big big big big Daddy out the door Tie your mother down yeah Tie your mother down Give me all your love tonight All your love tonight |
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| 4:29 |
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Ladies and Gentlemen
As you know we have something special for you At Birdland this evening A recording for Blue Note Records Yeah, yeah, yeah - what's that? Diddi-diddi bop Funky funky - yeah yeah - diddi-diddi bop How 'bout a big hand now? Wait, wait a minute Groovy groovy Jazzy funky pounce bounce dance As we dip in the melodic sea The rhythm keeps flowin, it drips to MC Sweet sugar pop, sugar pop rocks it pops ya Dont stop till the sweet beat drops I show and prove as a stick in move Hear the poems recited on top of the groove Smooth, mind, floating like a butterfly Notes start to float, suttle like a lullabye Brace yourself as the beat hits ya Dip trip, flip fantasia Yeah, yeah, yeah - what's that? Diddi-diddi bop Funky funky - yeah yeah - diddi-diddi bop Feel the beat, drop, jazz and hip hop Drippin in the dome and mix is on the lock Funk and fusion, a fly illusion Keeps ya coastin on the river we cruisin Up down round and round, round the found But nevertheless ya gots to get down Finesse the freak, thru the beat so unique Ya move your feet, the sweat from the heat Back to the fact I'm the mack and I know that The way I kick the rhymes, some would call me a poet Funky flowin goin on with the sweet sound Caught in the groove in Fantasia I'm found Trip the tour upon the rhymes they soar To an infinite height to the realm of the hardcore Here we go off I take ya Dip trip - flip fantasia Jump to the jam, boogy woogy jam slam Bust the dialect I'm the man in command Come flow with the sounds of the mighty mic masta When I rhyme on the mic I bring a sucka disasta Beaucoup bucks and I still rock Nike With the razzle dazzle star I might be Scribble scrabble on the microphone I babble As I flip the funky words, into a puzzle Yes yes yes, on and on as I flex Get with the flow words manifest Feel the vibe from here to Asia Dip trip - flip fantasia C'mon get me more of that funky horn I've found it - at last - put it on |
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| 5:18 |
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