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I have ordinary addictions
I've outgrown the ways of the street and the nightshade Hey! goodnight ladies... ladies bye bye. I work odd hours, get home late most nights She's upstairs, I'm downstairs, Drinking coffee in the kitchen Spoon in the sugar, knife in the butter... I want you. Do you love me? Say you do, I'd like to see you undress Let the light shimmer down, I've ordinary addictions Whisper soft into my ear, secret words heaven sent So you can read my mind Hush dear... the night is always young There's no day here, tomorrow never comes Let colours fly, we're safe from harm See orange glow, let our love flow No Romeo no Juliet, What we got is deeper than that Lets stay in bed, watch t.v. and shag tobacco I want you, I want you.... You're my amphetamine you're my lover.... And there's no other.... ....there's no other.... there's no other |
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No, i'm not myself today.
Je suis salome.... i am romantic Je suis apollo.... i am gigantic Hey! stronzo, I'm standing next to you in the supermarket Yeah! you are obvious. i am oblivious Salome, apollo, in technicolour I walked on the moon to touch the stars, A legend in my lifetime. Oh momma! my rosa! from an early age I was used and abused, no more those bad reviews Take me back to '72 my coo ca choo, Oh! ignorance was bliss, Spunk-a-flow, to the joy of my first kiss I'm not me.... i'm not me.... i'm not me.... not me.... Non sono io! Oh mi lord, i'm so bored, what's on the t.v.? Do we really need these pissy pop stars When there's not enough of me! Oh dada, my dali, un chen de lou lou.... I am the art in your party, Not a twist cap sniffing bore. It's tough in the queue, it's as unto a platform shoe, Oh! trampled underfoot, I'm fred astaire, i face the music and dance. I'm not me.... i'm not me.... i'm not me.... not me.... No i'm not myself....today Oh glorioso deliver us not into frustration Salome, apollo, in technicolour, I walked on the moon to touch the stars. Hey stronzo.... ancora! I'm not me.... i'm not me.... i'm not me.... not me.... Non sono io! Heave ho.... heave ho.... Leonardo! marlon brando! machiavelli! And bertolt's belly! A millionaire with curly hair, i'm your burning empire. Greta garbo! andy warhol! and his jam-roll! Nero plays his violin, seezer his accordian I'm sitting in the bathtub watching the dirty water Swirl down the plughole.... and on my stereo.... ....is caruso. |
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angel....hold on to me
love is all around me angel....hold on to me oh come....closer to me....don't go, don't leave me angel....hold on to me love is all around me so silent your love like the stars above so silent your love....hold on....hold on....to me angel....hold on to me I call, call out to you it's paradise you take me to 'cause my love for you love will always be <제대로 맞는지 모르겟네요^^;;> |
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I could never understand
The wind at all Was like a ball of love I could never never see The cosmic sea Was like a bumble bee And when i'm sad... I slide I have never kissed A car before It's like a door I have always always Grown my own before All schools are strange And when i'm sad... I slide I have never never Nailed a nose before That's how the garden grows I could never understand The wind at all Was like a ball of love And when i'm sad... I slide Watch now I'm gonna slide I slide.... Have you ever seen a woman coming out of New york city with a frog in her hand? |
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On the darkest of streets, at around eleven
The lights shine brightest, on avenue seven From 'noho' to 'soho' they congregate Gladrags and handbags we anticipate Boom! boom! cha-cha! and cock becomes vagina No guys here - dolls! no guys here - just dolls! Mother fisting friends, say romance is cheap So it's time for eve to put adam to sleep Lovely, lovely, love me With dreams with drugs, with lipstick and la rouge No guys here - dolls! no guys here - just dolls! With feather boa, like lotte lenya, High heels and a vicious tongue, Jesus, 'fantasia' tu est tres fantastique So kinky gerlinky, so much fun No guys here - dolls! no guys here - just dolls! Cock incognito! vag incognita! Knock, knock, who's there? Oh! here they come, the belligerent scum, As your immorality would say "all men are queer" How civilised that you're despised Knock, knock, who's there? Dorothy that's who, she'll make a man of you! A man of you! a man of you! Ich bin eine puppe, eine puppe mit scheide! Ich bin ein mann, ein mann mit schwanz Geweg! geweg! lab mich allein! lab mich allein! Das kleine ja! ja! das grobe nein! nein! das kleine ja! ja! Sie macht einen mann aus dir, Eine puppe mit schwanz!, ein mann mit mose! |
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Good morning america, you're my favorite t. v. show
Slow down now, i've a headache, Sometimes it's hard to think, The phone rings how are you? oh! i'm not up to much You don't say, oh really! it'll end.... end in tears Here i go again, All i have is what i might have been Where's my long lost friends? Somewhere over the rainbow When the dark clouds come, The angel valium will call To take me far away, To a place where i don't have to feel I'm happy as i hoover, it's one o'clock, time for lunch Marshmallows with coffee, Can't forget my slimfast drink, The garden's depressing, i think i need a hair-do A gin and a tonic, ah! that should do the trick Here i go again, All i have is what i might have been Where's my long lost friends? Somewhere over the rainbow When the dark clouds come, The angel valium will call To take me far away, To a place where i don't have to feel It's monday afternoon, the kids are off at school Sunset boulevard, the channel four matinee Sit down, relax with a nice cup of tea.... .... oh! the sweet smell of butane.... and humdrum. .... gloria swanson.... from here to eternity.... |
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