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| 3:50 | 
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It's at times like this the great heaven knows
That we wish we had not so many clothes So let's loosen up with a playful tease Like all lovers did through the centuries We're just following ancient history If I strip for you will you strip for me? We're just following ancient history If I strip for you will you strip for me? Uh-huh-huh When it gets so hot, the end of the day You may find your clothes getting in the way If a pretty dress hides your true desire Fold it nice and slow, throw it on the fire We're just following ancient history If I strip for you will you strip for me? We're just following ancient history If I strip for you will you strip for me? Uh-huh-huh We don't need to see what the butler saw Or a mirrored room with a mirrored floor All those sneaky looks gazing down on you Are no substitute for our rendezvous We're just following ancient history If I strip for you will you strip for me? We're just following ancient history If I strip for you will you strip for me? Uh-huh-huh It's at times like this the great heaven knows That we wish we had not so many clothes So let's loosen up with a playful tease Like all lovers did through the centuries If you think it's cheap or a bit risqué Please don't say a word I'll just slip away I am not a man who believes in lies Like an octopus with big x-ray eyes Don't freeze up girl, you're looking quite a sight Be generous, I want it all tonight! We're just following ancient history If I strip for you will you strip for me? We're just following ancient history If I strip for you will you strip for me? |
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| 2. |
| 4:07 |
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Say it girlfriend, say it
Well this is this and that is that Though shrinks say they no better But people making love says more Than any word or letter He's not too good with books and such No not too good with that But he's got knowledge nice and raw And lots of nifty chat Baby let me scream at you You can decline of course I'm talking to you girlfriend Give me some chili sauce Well this is this and that is that Though shrinks say they no better But people making love says more Than any word or letter She's not the subtle kind at all Don't live her life from books But girls are girls are girls are girls And boy she's got the looks Get in get on get down get off Get up get dressed get out And if you find a better way Pick up the phone and shout Get in get on get down get off How fond of milk you are Don't be a Mrs. Hangup girl Beaucoup de chocolat It's that moment when you know it A first glance lets you show it That something good will happen here tonight And far across the room So deep inside her soon Your passion's like a spear of true delight |
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| 3. |
| 4:20 |
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Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
A word from her is worth ten from me Her main concern is honesty She beat the selfishness right out of me The wild eyed child She's my libertine My only books were women's looks And the more I read, the less I said She wanted to search inside me To find this so-called purity She acts the films that I can't see The wild eyed child She's my libertine She showed me the slim chance I'd got And all the friendships baby, that I had not Be sure she has the guts of three The wild eyed child She's my libertine I know a girl she's got a lust for danger Thinks being tough makes her the Lone Ranger But when the chips are down it's loving she craves She's just another Aphrodite slave |
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| 4. |
| 3:00 |
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Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
Now I don't go to much on names No, I don't go to much on names When there's spanish games You can play if you want to Always try to look our best Frills and spanish dress When we want to She can be my matador Chase me round the floor When she wants to Figures charge in burning red Angels fear to tread Should they want to She can be my matador Chase me round the floor If she wants to Never want to cruise about Never bothered showing out You only want to wear me out No. I don't go to much on names When there's spanish games You can play if you want to |
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| 5. |
| 4:05 |
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Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
I cannot speak of what I feel And yet I feel so much I know that woman's arms can heal me Like an angel's touch She says she likes the accent She thinks it's so polite I think she going to like it more When we're alone tonight She cannot speak of what she feels And yet she feels so much Except her lover's arms can heal her Like an angel's touch Money's money my little honey A rich man's jokes are always funny Build them walls but I'm coming through Don't trouble trouble till it troubles you Money's money my little honey A rich man's jokes are always funny Ring came off in heights of passion Wear it now, and that's not fashion You open up your heart heart behold Another door slams shut And tongues are not of steel But take a look how deep they cut |
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| 6. |
| 3:56 |
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Boots... Kitty, Kitty!
Pussycat's going to London Looking for love and for fame I wish somebody had told her City folks ain't the same Pussycat carries a postcard Won't the big city be nice That's the place with the action She's gonna have her a slice Pussycat, Pussycat where have you been? I've been to London, now I'm queen Sitting pretty, I don't wear suits And the mice all call me - Puss 'n Boots Pussycat laughs at the warnings Where there's a will there's a way I think you'd agree if you saw her Rome's built in a day Pussycat's read all the papers Seen the movie and knows All the streets lead to somewhere And the pavement's gold Pussycat, Pussycat where have you been? I've been to London, and now I'm queen Sitting pretty, I don't wear suits And the mice all call me - Puss 'n Boots Although you know it's wrong We must do it everyday When the morning comes Don't you turn around and say It's bound to end in tears So let's do it anyway Pussycat wasn't a kitten And not as dumb as they thought She had a good head on her shoulders And beauty that couldn't be bought The royalty made her an offer If she'd keep trouble at bay They'd give her the money and diamonds Be queen for a day Pussycat, Pussycat where have you been? I've been to London, and now I'm queen Sitting pretty, I don't wear suits And the mice all call me - Puss 'n Boots Pussycat, Pussycat where have you been? I've been to London, and now I'm queen Sitting pretty, I don't wear suits And the mice all call me - Puss 'n Boots |
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| 7. |
| 3:51 |
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Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
What do you wear in bed? Some headphones on my head What do you like to hold? My breath, she said. (He's a playboy) Hi there, haven't I seen you somewhere before? Was it in my dreams, I'm not too sure The way you look seems so unfair All that beauty, golden hair. You dance like someone heaven blessed All wrapped up in gorgeous dress I just want you to catch me when I fall... Has anyone ever told you you've got the most Beautiful eyes? I really do mean it. D'you like fast cars?... She like Johnny, she likes Joe But they both ignore her so Mister Playboy sing your song And the horse you rode in on... |
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| 8. |
| 4:23 |
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Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
Lay him down inside the car Boston en route, not too far Down another bleak highway Soothes the morning pain away What had passed the night before Room 1206 on the floor Beautiful, his Bardot And though he's spoiled She likes him so He's just a joker flash and cheap And not to fussy where he sleeps Before he starts to complain She wants him to be bad again So the couple lying there Teach each other how to swear Could this be a dirty night? It could if they're doing it right |
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| 9. |
| 3:42 |
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Give me your hand here is mine
Better in the open It's showtime let's call the tune He's her baby boy Navel to neck Give me your mouth I want to kiss you Something deep inside me waits You're giving up your daughters But perfection is so dull He's her baby boy Navel to neck Give me your mouth I want to kiss you That's the way the honey goes Sweeter than a toy From his tippy to his toes He's her baby boy That's the way the honey goes Sweeter than a toy (hey, girl) From his tippy to his toes He's her baby boy (what did I say) That's the way the honey goes Sweeter than a toy Come out to play, huh Every inch of you I prize Your body is a vision And all the while look in your eyes |
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| 10. |
| 3:49 |
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Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
Just stay out of my face And get out of this place Stop pulling my string If you want a nice face Boy None so dull as spoken word Things like "girls be seen not heard" And when she fights you back Don't call her Amazon Be very quiet, Nothing to say Talk like a nice boy And you'll be O.K. You dig A slice of heaven is what you are Said Mary Joe in her little car A slice of heaven is what you are Now sensual big ladies are Stranger in town Plenty of cash But you're in the wrong place friend If you want to be flash Dig it The sweetest girl I ever knew Was six feet four with eyes of blue She's so wonderful Don't call her Amazon A slice of heaven is what you are Said Mary Joe in her sports car Such a darling child Don't call her Amazon A-M-A-Z-O-N |
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