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I'm an evil gal, don't you bother with me,
Yes, I'm an evil gal, don't you bother with me, I'll empty your pockets and fill you with misery. I've got men to the left, men to the right, Men every day and men every night! I've got so many mem, mmm I don't know what to do, So I'm tellin' you daddy, I ain't no good to you! I've got men in the east, men in the west, But my man here in Harlem always loves me the best! I'm an evil gal, and I need an evil man, But I'm down in the dumps since I list him to Uncle Sam. If you want to be happy, don't hang around with me, Mmm, I said if you wanna be happy, don't hang around with me, 'Cause I'm an evil gal, and I want to set you free. |
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I've got a dentist who's over seven feet tall
Yes I've got a dentist who's over seven feet tall Long John they call him, and he answers every call Well I went to Long Johns office and told him the pain was killin' Yes I went to Long Johns office and told him the pain was killin' He told me not to worry, that my cavity just needed fillin' He said "when I start drillin', I'll have to give you novocaine" He said, "Yes, when I start drillin', I'll have to give you novocaine Cause ev'ry woman just can't stand the pain" He took out his trusted drill And he told me to open wide He said he wouldn't hurt me But he'd fill my hole inside Long John, Long John, you've got that golden touch You thrill me when you drill me, and I need you very much When he got through, he said "Baby that will cost you ten" Yes when he got through, he said "Baby that will cost you ten Six months from now, come back and see me again" Say you're supposed to see your dentist 'Bout twice a year, that's right But I think I feel it bobbin' Yes I'll go back there tonight Long John, Long John, don't ever move away Say I hope I keep on achin' so I can see you every day. |
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Well good morning baby, hmm welcome back to town.
Well good morning baby, welcome back to town. You doing so much travellin', never know when you'll be round. Yes you a fine mella' fella, but you stubbord as a mule. You love me like an angel, but you treat me like a fool. Oh face it daddy, don't wanna have me no double cross, 'cos any time i'm ready, i can tell you baby get lost. Yeah you're cheating on the outside, doing anything you choose, Better come back on the inside, cos you got too much to loose. Don't want no trouble, i got to be the boss Hmm and if you can't play it my way, well now baby get lost. I could try an' stop you cheating but i just don't have the time; I got so many men that they all standing in line. Oh papa you'll have to come across 'cos any time i'm ready, i can tell you baby get lost. |
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Trouble in mind, I'm blue
But I won't be blue always, 'Cause that sun is gonna shine in my back door someday I'm going down to the river I'm going top take me a rocking chair And if the blues don't leave me, I rock on away from here Trouble in mind, I'm blue But I won't be blue always, 'Cause that sun is gonna shine in my back door someday Trouble in mind, that's true I have almost lost my mind Life ain't worth living, I feel like I could die Trouble in mind, I'm blue My poor heart is healing slow I've never had such trouble in my whole life before I'm gonna lay my head on some lonesome railroad line And let that 2:19 special ease my troubled mind Trouble in mind, I'm blue, But I won't be blue always Cause that sun is gonna shine in my back door someday |
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Did you say I've got a lot to learn?
Well, don't think, I'm tryin' not to learn Since this is the perfect spot to learn Oh, teach me tonight Let's start with the A B C of it Roll right down to the X Y Z of it Help me solve the mystery of it Teach me tonight The sky's a black board High above you If a shooting star goes by I'll use that star to write I love you A thousand times across the sky One thing isn't very clear, my love Should the teacher stand so near, my love? Graduation's almost here, my love Come on and teach me tonight I'll use that star to write I love you A thousand times across the sky One thing isn't very clear, my love Should the teacher stand so near, my love? Graduation's almost here, my love Teach me, please, teach me tonight |
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If they asked me, I could write a book
About the way you walk and whisper And look. I could write a preface On how we met So the world would never forget. And the simple Secret of the plot Is just to tell them That I love you, a lot Then the world discovers As my book ends How to make two lovers of friends |
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Unforgettable
That's what you are Unforgettable Tho' near or far Like a song of love that clings to me How the thought of you does things to me Never before has someone been more Unforgettable in every way And forever more, that's how you'll stay That's why darling it's incredible That someone so unforgettable Thinks that I am unforgettable too |
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This bitter earth
Well, what a fruit it bears What good is love Mmm, that no one shares And if my life is like the dust Ooh, that hides the glow of a rose What good am I Heaven only knows Lord, this bitter earth Yes, can be so cold Today you're young Too soon, you're old But while a voice within me cries I'm sure someone may answer my call And this bitter earth Ooh, may not, oh, be so bitter after all |
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Mad about the boy
I know it's stupid to be mad about the boy I'm so ashamed of it but must admit the sleepless nights I've had About the boy On the silverscreen He melts my foolish heart in every single scene Although I'm quite aware that here and there are traces of the cad About the boy Lord knows I'm not a fool girl I really shouldn't care Lord knows I'm not a school girl In the flurry of her first affair Will it ever cloy This odd diversity of misery and joy I'm feeling quite insane and young again And all because I'm mad about the boy So if I could employ A little magic that will finally destroy This dream that pains me and enchains me But I can't because I'm mad... I'm mad about the boy |
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