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Back in 1870 just beneath the Great White Way
Alfred Beach worked secretly Risking all to ride a dream His wind-machine His wind-machine New York City and the morning sun Were awoken by the strangest sound Reportedly as far as Washington The tremors shook the earth as Alfie Blew underground Blew underground He blew underground, yeah Ahh All aboard sub-rosa subway Had you wondered who's been digging under Broadway? It's Alfred It's Alfred It's Alfred Poor Al, woh no Al As for America's first subway The public scoffed, "It's far too rude" One station filled with Victoria's age From frescoed walls and goldfish fountains.... To Brahmsian tunes |
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If I say I love ya
And lay it on the line Yeah Could you say you need me And put your hands in mine Oh I got love that grows Oh I got love that shows I got the love If you've got the time Then I've got the time Do you say you want me You'll give me everything Then you could come live here I'd even buy a ring Oh I've got lots to learn Oh I've got love to burn I got the love If you've got the time Oh I've got love that shows Oh I've got love that grows I got the love If you've got the time Then I've got the time Yeah Do you say you need me You'll give me everything Then you could come live here I'd even buy a ring Oh I've got love that shows Oh I've got love that grows I got the love If you've got the time Then I've got the time Oh I've got love that shows Oh I've got love that grows I got the love If you've got the time Then I've got the time Oh I've got love that shows Oh I've got love that grows I've got the love |
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That's what the little girls do
To you, to you Oh, that's what the little girls do To you, to you When you hold her tight Whisper in the night Tell her she's the one But you'll never know Why she wanna' go and run That's what the little girls do To you, to you Oh, that's what the little girls do To you, to you Does she tell you lies Then apologize Does she make you crawl When you're on your knees Then you're really not a man at all That's what the little girls do To you, to you Oh, that's what the little girls do To you, to you And she says she's sorry As she looks into your eyes But you bite your own sorrow ‘Cause she makes you pay the price She's the virgin queen Dancing in your dreams Yes she plays her part If you let her go She will break your ego And your heart That's what the little girls do To you, to you Oh, that's what the little girls do To you, to you Yea, that's what the little girls do To you, to you |
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Here I am, standing here for at least one hour And do you know, eight more minutes of this and I think I'm gonna take that shower Well, come on, what am I supposed to do ? Well, I think I'll wait What's this feeling I think I hate ? Jean's not happening no more She's like the pouring rain Jean's not happening no more She's like the pouring rain. What was that you said to me ? Well, not that it matters And do you know sometimes, well, sometimes I think that we're like a big game of snakes and ladders And you said jokingly my new name was repetition Well, come on, what's that feeling ? Comp-comp-competition ? Jean's not happening no more She's like the pouring rain Jean's not happening no more 'Cause she's like the pouring rain. Jean's not happening no more She's like the pouring rain Jean's not happening no more She's like the pouring rain. Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah. Jean's not happening no more 'Cause she's like the pouring rain. |
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Someone's knocking in the distance
But I'm deaf and blind She's not expected home this evening So I leave the world behind For the vanishing girl The vanishing girl Yes she'd give you a twirl But she vanishes from my world So burn my letters and you'd better leave Just one pint a day The whole street's talking about my White shirts looking so grey People gossip on the doorstep Think they know the score She's giving him the runaround The man from number four Has a vanishing girl A vanishing girl Yes she'd give you a twirl But she vanishes from my world Yes the paint is peeling and my Garden is overgrown I got no enthusiasm to even answer the phone When she's here it makes up for the time she's Not and it's all forgotten But when she goes I'm putting on the pose for The vanishing girl |
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