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One way or another I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha One way or another I'm gonna win ya I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha One way or another I'm gonna see ya I'm gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha One dya, maybe next week I'm gonna meetcha, I'm gonna meetcha, I'll meetcha I will drive past your house And it the lights are all down I'll see sho's around One way or another I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha One way or another I'm gonna win ya I'll getcha, I'll getcha One way or another I'm gonna see ya I'm gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha One day, maybe next week I'm gonna meetcha, I'll meetcha And if the lights are all out I'll follow your bus downtown See who's hanging out One way or another I'm gonna lose ya I'm gonna give you the slip, a slip of the lip or another I'm gonna lose ya, I'm gonna trick ya One way or another I'm gonna lose ya I'm gonna trick ya trick ya trick ya trick ya One way or another I'm gonna lose ya I'm gonna give you the slip I'll walk down the mall Stand over by the wall Where I can see it all Find out who ya call Lead you to the supermarket checkout Some specials and rat food, get lost in the crowd One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha I'll getcha getcha getcha getcha (Where I can see it all, find out who ya call) One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha, I'll getcha getcha getcha getcha (Where I can see it all, find out who ya call) One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha, I'll getcha getcha getcha gethca (Where I can see it all, find out who ya call) *repeat |
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| 2. |
| 4:33 |
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Once I had a love and it was a gas
Soon turned out...had a heart of glass Seemed like the real thing...only to find Mucho mistrust...love is far behind Once I had a love and it was divine Soon (found) out I was losin' my mind Seemed like the real thing...but I was so blind Mucho mistrust....love is far behind In between what I find is pleasing and I'm feelin' fine Love is so confusing there's no peace of mind If I fear I'm losin' you it's just no good, you teasin' like you do... Once I had a love and it was a gas Soon turned out...(had a heart of glass) Seemed like the real thing only to find Mucho mistrust...love is far behind Lost inside...adorable illusion and I cannot hide I'm the one you're usin' please don't push me aside We coulda' made it cruisin', yeah..... Nn na na.... (Yeah, hide and hide, although I'm still a lil' shy) OOOOoooo...Oh! In between...what I find is pleasin' and I'm feelin' fine Love is so confusing - there's no peace of mind If I fear I'm losin' you it's just no good You teasin' like you do... Na na na........... |
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| 3. |
| 4:35 |
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uih hinuhmaikemetonight,
Tonightmakemeitright, uh huhmakemetonight, Tonight, Tonight, ohuh huhmaikeitmagnificent, Toninght, Right, oh,yourhairisbeaufiful. ohtoight, Atomic, Toinhtmakeitmagnificent, Tonight, Makemetonight, Yourhairisbeauitiful. oh,toight, Atoimic Atomimic oh, |
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| 4. |
| 4:42 |
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The tide is high but I'm holding on
I'm gonna be your number one I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no It's not the things you do That tease and wound me bad But it's the way you do The things you do to me I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one Number one, number one Every girl wants you to be her man But I'll wait my dear 'til it's my turn I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one Number one, number one Every girl wants you to be her man But I'll wait my dear 'til it's my turn I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one {Repeat |
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| 5. |
| 3:20 |
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Hey psst psst here she comes now
Oh you know her Would ya look at that hair Yeah you know her Check out those shoes She looks like she stepped out of the middle of somebody’s blues She looks like the Sunday comics She thinks she’s Brenda Starr Her nose job is real atomic All she needs is an old knife scar Ehhh, she’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull come on rip her to shreds Oh you know her "Miss Groupie Supreme" Yeah you know her "Vera Vogue" on parade Red eye shadow Green mascara Yuck She’s too much She looks like she don’t know better A case of partial extreme Dressed in a Robert Hall sweater Acting like a soap opera queen Ehhh, she’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She got the nerve to tell me she’s not "on it" But her expression is too serene Yeah she looks like she washes with Comet Always looking to create a scene Ehhh, she’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull Rip her to shreds Oh you know her "Miss Groupie Supreme" Yeah you know her "Vera Vogue" on parade Yeah you know her with the fish eating grin She’s so dull Yeah she got the nerve to tell me Huh she’s so dull Yeah there she goes now She making out with King Kong She take her boat to Hong Kong Well bye bye sugar And not a minute too soon |
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