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| 1. |
| 4:12 | 
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(Carly Simon/Jacob Brackman)
The night is filled with pretty girls Dancing shoes and flying hair Not one of them would refuse To follow you up the stairs You could have your pick of them Why decide to pick on me You promised me you'd stay away You promised me you'd set me free Pounding of my heart Trembling of my hands Somethings I'll just never understand Chorus: You know what to do to me You know what it does to me You know what to do to me You know what it does to me You know what to do The night is filled with shooting stars I watch them fall 'cause I can't sleep I pray that you won't call at all I'm still awake at ten to three I hear your motorcycle roar You pull up short outside my door I don't know how I got outside I don't know why I'm on this ride We make love like a house on fire We make love like dogs gone mad Somethings I'll just never understand Chorus Pounding out my heart Trembling of my hands Somethings I'lll just never understand Chorus |
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| 2. |
| 4:37 |
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(Carly Simon/Peter Wood)
Peter's on the loose I'd like to see him again I remember when We made love On the jetty in the rain. When the fishing boats would Come back in At the end of the day He'd run up the hill to my cabin With a swordfish and he'd say: 'Girl I want you all over again' All over again Chorus: In Menemsha, Menemsha Menemsha, Menemsha The sunset on the sound Were almost too much to take We would dance on the hill With our friends 'Til the morning would break Everybody drank too much beer In those days Thank God it wasn't whisky Or we'd all be dead And Peter and me we'd pull the shades Everyone was interested In Peter and me Chorus |
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| 3. |
| 3:15 |
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(Carly Simon)
Hey, when I say things that bother you Don't be a stubborn man Don't leave me in the cold Remember who I am Damn, you get to me When I can't get to you, No fair, you're silent and you're hurt And all I want to do Is know what I've done wrong All I want to know is what to do Damn, you get to me When I can't get to you There's too much long distance In our love And tonight I need you Don't run away, please let me know How I've hurt you Hey, it's me, see I'm the lucky one You've opened up my heart You led me by the hand You took me slow so I would understand Damn, you got to me Let me get to you |
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| 4. |
| 4:12 |
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I wanna love you
And treat you right I wanna love you Every day and every night We'll be together with a roof Right over our head We'll share the shelter of my single bed We'll share the same room, God will provide the bread Chorus: Is this love, is this love, is this love, is this love That I'm feeling Is this love, is this love, is this love, is this love That I'm feeling I'm willing and able So I throw my cards on the table I wanna love you And treat you right I wanna love you Everyday and every night We'll be together with a roof Right over our heads We'll share the shelter of my single bed We'll share the same room God will provide the bread Is this love, is this love, is this love, is this love That I'm feeling Is this love, is this love, is this love, is this love That I'm feeling I wanna know, wanna know, wanna know now Chorus I wanna love you I wanna treat you right I wanna love you Everyday and every night We'll be together with a roof right over our heads We'll share the shelter, yeah, of my single bed We'll share the same room God will provide the bread |
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| 5. |
| 3:53 |
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(Carly Simon)
Orpheus, it could have been you could have held me again You said your songs had all gone And that the road back up was too long But it ws there for us It was there for us I loved you all along Orpheus The part of me that died Was ready to be reborn And you called of the hounds Of hell with your songs Orpheus, Orpheus I loved you all along, Orpheus Orpheus, It could have been You could have held me again But you couldn? wait Somewhere along the road you lost your faith Out of despair and believing I was gone You gave up on my love you gave up on us But it was there for us, It was there for us I loved you all along Orpheus |
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| 6. |
| 2:43 |
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(Carly Simon)
It happens everyday Two lovers with the best intentions to stay Together they the decide to seperate Just how it happens neither is certain But it happens everyday It happens everyday After you break up You say these words to your friends: 'How could I have loved that boy? He was so bad to me in the end? Well, you make him a liar turn him into a robber Well, it happens everyday. But I don't regret that I loved you How I loved you I will never forget And in time I'll look back and remember The boy that I knew when we first met. Still it happens everyday Two lovers turn and twist their love into hate But am I so different From those young girls you used to date? You used to adore me You used to adore me Still it happens everyday |
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| 7. |
| 3:57 |
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(Carly Simon/Robbie Shakespeare/Mike Mainieri)
He asks her for permission To take the car Light his cigar Play his guitar Burn down the barn He asks her for permission To tie his shoes To take a snooze To read the news To sing the blues Chorus: He's such a good boy A real mama's boy She treats him like a toy He's such a good boy (Repeat) He asks her for permission To get a tan To play his hand To blow a grand To be a man He asks her for permission To say goodnight To see Snow White To watch the fight 'Cause she's always right Chorus She points her finger And waves her hand And acts just like a Queen bee But he's foolin?her 'Cause he doesn't ask Her for permission When he comes to see me Chorus |
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| 8. |
| 5:27 |
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(Carly Simon/Peter Wood)
He started a company When he was a young man handsome, and like a reed so tall With a face like an old photograph She would fall for him Fall for him She would fall She wore her mother's cocktail dress With saddle shoes She was pretty and she was small She worked the switchboard Down the hall from him Down the hall Chorus: He said: 'Hello little woman' She said: 'Hello big man' And that was how the wooing And the winning began He said: 'Hello little woman' She said: 'Hello big man' Of course New York in those days Was carriage rides and matinees He took her to a ball At the Waldorf Astoria He would fall for her Fall for her, he would fall Chorus You could hear them laugh As they danced in their room And the shadows on the avenue Rose into a jealous moon Which swung low in the dawn like To see what was going on with those two you keep on expecting Something to go wrong And nothing does They still live in the house Where we were born Pictures of us kids Hanging up all over the walls And some say he built his empire For wealth and toil But, if you ask him why He'll say he did it all for her All for her All for her Chorus |
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| 9. |
| 2:42 |
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(Carly Simon)
Honey, I don't want you to see me this way So out of control So carried away 'Cause you don't feel the same And I remember times when I was your storm I blew hot and cold And you were so warm But, now you don't feel the same I remember when you were looking up at me Like I was the only one That youd ever wanna see honey, how can I ask you to stay When you've already gone Theres no one to blame It's just that you don't feel the same I touch you your eyes look away Your hands are cold The balance has changed And darling, you don't feel honey, you don't feel No, you don't feel the same |
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| 10. |
| 3:46 |
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(Carly Simon)
First she sees her hypnotist When she rushes to her psychiatrist She sees her acupuncturist She's got to got to get fixed Then she sees her scientologist Gets fed by her nutritionist She can not seem to resist Seeking cosmic consciousness Chorus: Looks like she's floundering again Seems to be floundering again Looks like she's floundering again Seems to be floundering again She swears by Jack La Lanne then she throws the I Ching again She searches in the Himalayas For someone to ease the pain Chorus She's looking for a cure She does not know exactly what for Chorus She's into political activism Reading up on Tibetan Buddism Anna Freud's analysed her dreams And she's hoarse from primal screams Chorus |
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