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Angela (Angela)
An unfinished symphony (Angela) Angela (Angela) She's mobile poetry (Angela) And she's nearly 23 Making four-fifty an hour Complimentary shower They call her Angela Angela Oh Angela Angela Angela (Angela) Boom you blew my mind (Angela) Angela (Angela) I feel the sap rising tonight (Angela) A dry stick at the end of a branch And an overzealous hand You can't glue it back, no Snapped off by Angela Angela Oh Angela Oh! Angela Oh Angela Angela Angela Yeah Angela! (Angela) Oh Angela! (Angela) Angela! (Angela) Oh Angela (Angela)! Oh Angela |
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I met her in the museum of paleontology
And I make no bones about it I said if you wish to study dinosaurs, I know a specimen whose interest is undoubted Trapped in a body that is failing me Well, please allow me to be succinct I wanna love you whilst we both still have flesh upon our bones Before we both become extinct That's what I told her: I wanna be your lover And then I told her twice: I wanna be your lover Well, he says that he loves you like a sister Well I guess, I guess that's relative He says that he wants to make love to you Well instead of "to", shouldn't that be "with"? Oh, I told you once: I wanna be your lover And now I've told you twice: I wanna be your lover And so I come to you filled with guilt and self-loathing And I am praying that you could make me good And so I fall upon your neck just like a vampire Yeah, like a vampire who faints at the sight of blood And I told you once: I wanna be your lover I'm gonna say it again And then I told you twice: I wanna be your lover Well this is my CV and I've got no one else to blame So I will state, state my case, I will state it again Come and help yourself to leftovers Got a little surplus love and affection And getting cuddly, so won't you cuddle me? I could be your teddy bear... oh yeah I know I ain't no eligible bachelor This is no mouthwatering proposition Make no mistake, you're in big trouble, little lady If we start a-hugging and a-kissing And a-kissing, are you listening? 'Cause I told you once And then I told you twice And now I told you three times And at the risk of repeating myself I'm gonna say it again Yeah I wanna be your lover Yeah yeah yeah yeah I wanna be your lover Yeah yeah yeah yeah I wanna be your lover Yeah yeah yeah yeah I wanna be your lover Yeah yeah yeah yeah I wanna be your lover |
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The train was leaving in ten minutes or so
Struggling with the suitcases I did not see you go My heart stopped beating and I felt my blood run cold "Hold still" I told you but you moved Now you're gone, I can't find you growing Yeah, we are growing but why bother? When you can hover On your knees and behold the might of the master Eyes explode at the very sight of the master We're cosmic dust but you're everything to me Like a single parent at the fair And you're spinning above me Spinning You're moving fast but you're going nowhere Yeah, baby that's the way On your knees and behold the might of the master Eyes explode at the very sight of the master Kittens are cute but a full grown cat can be cuter I'm alive but I plan to die in the future Hold still, hold still, hold still We're cosmic dust but you're everything to me |
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I will never get to touch you so I wrote this song instead
Thinking about you lying in bed, it's gonna get inside your head And it's the best that I can do, this is the closest I could get So let it penetrate your consciousness Oh oh oh oh yes Turn it up, turn me on, I'm feeling good but don't get me wrong I know it's just a song And every time you play it I will perform the best I can Press repeat and there I am, and there I am, always glad to be your man And this way, oh well there won't be any mess As I assure you that there would be in the flesh This is my very, very best Turn it up, turn me on, I'm feeling good but don't get me wrong 'Cause I know it's just a song Always eager, always ready, always in tune and always prime And I'm always there for you, I'm always on time Unlike in real life Turn it up, turn me on, I'm feeling good but don't get me wrong No, don't get me wrong, don't get me wrong 'cause I know It's just a fucking song |
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All gather round now:
I'll tell you what it's all about. You find a good woman And then you fuck her til your hair falls out. A round of applause, please, For the totally clapped-out You got them Caucasian Blues again And don't wave your cash around, It cannot buy you into this 'Cause you're a waxy-legged, tacky, meat-faced fool And your money is just cowardice. No sense of rhythm And your name's not on the list You got them Caucasian Blues again Oh yeah And so you finally took the plunge and got into blues rock And you like to give to charity Because it's easier to patronise than face the facts and now: I've heard it said that you are hung like a white man. You got them Caucasian Blues again And again Oh And now you're asking me to sympathise and let you off Because the climate is a-changin' and the times are tough But you took all that you could and it was not enough and now: I've heard it said that you are hung like a white man. You're yesterday's news, You've got so much to lose You got them Caucasian Blues again Oh! Caucasian Blues, yeah Caucasian Blues, yeah Caucasian Blues, yeah Caucasian Blues, yeah Caucasian Blues. |
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Yesterday you fell out of the sky
Covered all my faults up, just like snow You turned this place into a Winter Wonderland I barely recognise who or where I am. My heart melted at your touch: Turned into slush. This substance does not belong in a city Just as snow cannot stay on the ground for long The gritters come and they turn it all to slush ‘Cos folks round here, well they've got to catch the bus. My heart melted at your touch, yeah: Turned into slush. Ohhh yeah... My heart melted at your touch: Turned into slush. And if I could, I would refrigerate this moment. I would preserve it for all time. And I know I don't stand a snowball in Hell's chance So let's sing ‘Auld Lang Syne’. Sing it out, sing it out, now! My heart melted at your touch: Turned into slush. |
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