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from Blondie, Blondie - Parallel Lines (1978)
Ooh baby, I hear how you spend nighttime:
Wrapped like candy in a blue blue neon glow. Fade away and radiate. Ooh baby, watchful lines vibrate soft in brainwave time. Silver pictures move so slow. Golden tubes faintly glow. Electric faces seem to merge. Hidden voices mock your words. The beams become my dream. My dream is on the screen. Dusty frames that still arrive die in 1955. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Parallel Lines (1978)
You're gonna say you miss me.
You're gonna say you'll kiss me. You're gonna say you love me 'cause I'm gonna love you too. I don't care what you told me. You're gonna say you'll hold me. You're gonna say you love me 'cause I'm gonna love you too. After all another fella took ya, but I still can't overlook ya. I'm gonna do my best to hook ya after all is said and done. I don't care what you told me. You're gonna say you'll hold me and you're gonna say you love me 'cause I'm gonna love you too. You're gonna tell me sweet things. You're gonna make my heart sing and I'm gonna hear bells ring 'cause I'm gonna love you too. You're gonna say you miss me and you're gonna say you'll kiss me and you're gonna say you love me 'cause I'm gonna love you too. I'm gonna love you too. I'm gonna love you too. I'm gonna love you too. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
Following my lust for wonder
Everywhere I've ever been I can't escape the sound of it The sound of my screaming skin My skin cries My blood sighs I still owe some dread on this hide Following my trust in wonder I watch the circus begin I can't ignore the scent of it The scent of my screaming skin My skin cries My blood sighs I still owe some dread on this hide La, la, la, la, la, la, la Laaaaaa La, la, la, la, la, la, la I'm a multicellular individual Way out of proportion We've got the hemo-dynamic connection Don't call me germ Allowing for my strength to muster My losses begin to win Tropical winds start to bluster Raising the fur on my skin My skin cries My spirits fly But I still owe some dread on this hide Ooohhh, Oooohhh Yeah I'm a multicellular individual You're way out of proportion We've got the hemo-dynamic connection Don't call me germ Swallowing my pride no longer I taste the forbidden sun If I have been slaughtered by hunger I'm not the only one My skin cries My blood sighs I still owe some dread on this hide of mine La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la I'm a multicellular individual Way out of proportion ah ha We've got the hemo-dynamic connection Don't call me germ My skin cries My spirit flies But I still owe some dread on this hide My skin cries My blood sighs And I still owe some dread on this hide of mine |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
Nature's cast upon the sea
The winds of past of promise be Waters deep and cunning A scheme of sleep as lovers breathe If you forgive me my ferocity I won't forget your sweetness Pull down the night Lay it before me Ratify my head with curses Night recalls tranquillity A curtain falls and sets it free Darkness calls eternity Down silent halls the shadows flee If you forgive me my ferocity I won't forget your sweetness Pull down the night lay it before me Satisfy my head with curses Forgive and forget Forgive and forget Forgive and forget Fatal cast upon the sea The winds of past of promise be Waters deep and cunning A scheme of sleep as lovers breathe Forgive and forget Forgive and forget Forgive and forget |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
She moves like
she don't care Smooth as silk cool as air Ooh it makes you wanna cry She doesn't know your name and your heart beats like a subway train Ooh it makes you wanna die Ooh don't you wanna take her Ooh Wanna make her all your own Maria You've gotta see her Go insane and out of your mind Medina Ave Maria A million and one candle lights I've seen this thing before In my best friend and the boy next door Fool for love and fool of fire Won't come in from the rain Sees oceans running down the drain Blue as ice and desire Don't you wanna make her Ooh don't you wanna take her home Maria You've gotta see her Go insane and out of your mind Medina Ave Maria A million and one candle lights Ooh don't you wanna break her Ooh don't you wanna take her home She walks like she don't care you wanna take her everywhere ooh it makes you wanna cry she's like a millonare walking on imported air Ooh it makes you wanna die Maria you've got to see her Go insane and out of your mind Regina Ave Maria A million and one candle lights Maria You've gotta see her Go insane and out of your mind Medina Ave Maria A million and one candle lights Maria You've gotta see her Go insane and out of your mind Medina Ave Maria A million and one candle lights Maria You've gotta see her Go insane and out of your mind Medina Ave Maria |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
There's no sin in this
Getting dressed to kill Laughing down the sun like a jackal will With his eyes ablaze yeah and his lips apart He's gonna fill his cup with the love in your heart And drink it up till the morning starts Circulate the red light vistas Get the girls and get their sisters Pinch em?up and give em?blisters Kiss em?fierce with all his might forever Bye, bye to another life Bye, bye to another life Bye, bye to another life Bye, bye to another life Standing on the verge of the edge of the ledge Waiting for me to fall but Then I got a call It said; "Wait hold up homie You must be trippin? You can't be putting that sippin?and whippin?up in your pippin You better stand tall Fool you was born to ball Took a little fall and now you wanna end it all You've been chasing dreams like a hound dog on the hunt Take your place in the front Put your hand on the pump And it's right in your grasp man I know they're laughing but you'll be laughing later Cuz?time's are gonna get greater You's?a player and when I say player I mean player cuz your daddy and your uncle was a player" Who's gonna cry for ya? Who's gonna cry over you? Who's gonna cry for ya? Who's gonna cry over you? Why don't you come and talk me off the edge Why don't you came and walk me off the edge Bye, bye to another life Bye, bye to another life Bye, bye to another life Bye, bye to another life Under the dark ? In total chaos ? behind us Nothing can shake us All the is sacred, dearly departed Brave heart, slave, aids Contains something courageous Solution, it all comes in stages Live into Nirvana Behind the golden ages The world crash explodes Never devours Don't cry for me, I'm proud Jump up the power Then, then, then When you least expect it You'll understand, there is no exit Who's gonna cry for ya? Who's gonna cry over you? Who's gonna cry for ya? Who's gonna cry over you? Who's gonna cry for ya? Who's gonna cry over you? Who's gonna cry for ya? Who's gonna cry over you? Who's gonna cry over you? Cry over you? Tell me would they lie for you? Die for you? You're hoping that it's true for you do for you fool But who's gonna cry? Who's gonna cry? |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
Looking for your face
Where it could never be I'm following a trail that only I can see Blazing waves of heat I press on in tiny bursts of speed Caught in my pursuit I play the fetishistic mission The longing that I feel drives me mad in your direction Nailed by something cute I tear it out with microsurgical precision Incender Put some gas on the embers Lightning goes to ground Incender Crazy fool on a bender Striking the ground Burning me down Double take Left with an aftertaste I look again Was it your face? Double take I'm in an altered state I look again Was it really you? Another flash of face igniting and familiar Pulls me by the eye to the perimiter Riveting my gaze Is that your face in the crowd? Incender Drop some gas on the ember I felt a slap on the face Incender Crazy fool on a bender Striking the ground Burning me down Double take Left with an aftertaste I look again Was it your face? I fell awake I'm in an altered state I look again Was it really you? Double take Left with an aftertaste I look again Was it your face? Looking for your face where it could never be I'm following a trail that only I can see Double take I'm in an altered state I look again Was it really you? I'm following a trail that only I can see? |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
Some days are all Mondays
Sort of time on ice It seems like jet planes On snowed in runways Under clear blue skies Who needs it? Nothing is real but the girl Nothing is real but her Money goes to money In a figure eight around me Mommy Who's gonna love me if I liquidate and drown me? Nothing is real but the girl Nothing else feels solid We believe in love We believe in little things Like heaven up above and seven it's a lucky number We believe that something lives inside every thing there is Don't think about it much I mean it I believe it I believe it Wind down Put your mind down Like your missing school You'll teach her to find out While your dying In your living room How much you need her Nothing is real but the girl Only her eyes are solid Nothing is real but her Nothing is real but the girl |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
Passing the match test?
That's some kind of tease Cause everything rests on the moment The little flame sees Let's go! Boom, boom in the zoom, zoom room If you get past that brief little flash Take down my number with your pencil moustache Play truth or dare in the light on a stray anywhere Don't follow the fallen already lying down there Let's go! Boom, boom in the zoom, zoom room Oh yeah, uh? Boom, boom in the zoom, zoom room I'll be the cause you can champion Your scarlet companion And won't it be fun? Keeping my head above water I'm no farmer's daughter No clinging vine When we trip the light fantastic We're feeling so rare If you follow your features aligned by the glare Let's go boom, boom in the zoom, zoom room Let's go boom, boom in the zoom, zoom room I'll be the cause you can champion Your scarlet companion And won't it be fun? I'll keep my head above water I'm no farmer's daughter No clinging vine Passing the match test and no one says thank you 멌ause they're gone just as fast as a breeze Boom, boom in the zoom, zoom room Yeah let's go boom Boom, boom in the zoom, zoom room Ah let's go, boom, boom in the zoom, zoom room |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
Your music by the night wind sent
Awakes my quiet instrument In the silence of your steps I can see into the depths Messenger of sympathies My heart beats loud in ecstasy When your shadow falls on me A silhouette reality And I chase every night after you And I chase after you Of all your loaded mysteries The colour of your sympathies My words cannot express your awful loveliness So come with me through smoke and mirrors We'll bring our differences nearer We'll float upon an inland sea Embody visions of a dream And I chase every night after you I got a chill and the night wind sent Me a chill And the night wind sent Me a chill You wander through my sleeping mind Reading thoughts I've left behind I always know when you've been there Tangles of perfume fill my hair Your music by the night wind sent Awakes my quiet instrument In the silence of your steps I can see into the depths |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
Well this is a little song that Chris wrote
About an old friend of ours who had a little band called the gun club I still can picture him His hands in his back pockets He wasn't much for words But when the wise kids made a racket He just had to go downtown Throw his weight around for starting over "Say did you hear I've got a band?" Some guys I know from LA Put on Rio Grande I'll pay you back next Friday You know it sure ain't big Just some cats I dig They said; "They'd do the gig" Oh Desperado Why don't you spend your life in Colorado? Oh restless shadow Out in the blue hills You're feeling hollow Oh El Diablo Why did you spend your life in California? I should have warned ya? No place to go now but falling over Some guys can't make it on the run Under the gun Not for the younger Oh Jack Daniel뭩 I feel your hunger I know you did your best But you thought that you did not I wish that I had known Before I heard the last shot You know it's not a sin That trophy Indian Just a momento So sad your love remained My comrades lost in battle The music was a din from London to Seattle We all made you play and all our yesterdays Are starting over Oh Desperado Why don't you spend your life in Colorado? Oh restless shadow Out in the blue hills You're feeling hollow Oh, El Diablo Why did you spend your life in California? I should have warned ya? No place to go now but falling over Ready to die No he's ready to die |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
He don't hang around with the gang no more
He don't do the wild things that he did before He used to act bad Used to but he quit it It makes me so sad cause I know that he did it for me I can see His heart His heart is out in the street He don't comb his hair like he did before He don't wear those dirty old black boots no more But he's not the same There's something 'bout his kisses that tells me he's changed I know there's something missing inside Something died His heart His heart is out in the streets He grew up on the sidewalk streetlights shining above He grew up with no one to love He grew up on the sidewalk He grew up running free He grew up and then he met me He don't hang around with the gang no more Gee he doesn't smile like he did before I wish I didn't care I wish I'd never met him They're waiting out there So I got to set him free He's gotta be Out in the street His heart His heart is out in the street He don't hang around with the gang no more {He's out in the street} He don't hang around with the gang no more He don't hang around with the gang no more {He's out in the street} He don't hang around with the gang no more |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
I'm like a happy dog
Who's been alone too long I wanna?wag for you baby Raise a flag of white Shake and shag I wanna?wag for you baby Come on now throw me some bone I'm ripping up뭓 your song I wanna?be your dog Skinny or fat I'm gonna go with that and chase your pussycat Be my happy dog My leaping frog and jump all over me cause my little mutt's got that hairy butt It's gonna wag it for me baby Hey come over here Mr Licks I like when you pick up sticks When you throw me a fit And no matter what You tell the tale of a pup cause you're my kind of mutt I disagree I wanna?itch you like a flea Gonna teach my old dog to do some new tricks Mmm humm Don't be begging me Just take a seat on my lap of luxury I'm like a happy dog Who's been alone too long I wanna?wag for you baby Come on now throw me some bone I'm ripping up'a your song I wanna?be your dog Skinny or fat I wanna?go with that and chase your pussycat I wanna?wag for you baby I wanna?wag for you I wanna?wag for you baby |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
I wake up laughing
Thrown from a nightmare I come down standing When I'm tossed in the air Bright as Tiajuana Like a dose of Bella Donna I could cry but I don't wanna? And the dream's lost on me I come out shootin' when trouble comes knockin' I greet bad news by sending it walking Happy or just crazy Relaxed or lazy Gonna keep my vision hazy And the dream's lost on me Cares are all buckshot and buffalo Every dark has an afterglow I'm not afraid of what's down below I keep my sights on the sky I wake up laughing Thrown from a nightmare I come down standing When I'm tossed in the air Bright as Tiajuana Like a dose of Bella Donna I could cry but I don't wanna? And the dream's lost on me I come out shootin' when trouble comes knockin' I greet bad news by sending it walkin' Happy or just crazy Relaxed or laxy I'm gonna keep my vision hazy And the dream's lost on me |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
Not of this world entirely
Heaven sent you are my deity Lived through all the romance Sadly meant for me {Ohhh, ahhh} All I need is a sign Make your presence known to mine Come to me I will be divine I wear the spell you put on me Like a charm No one else can see Keeps away the wicked Badly meant for me {Ohhh, ahhh} All I need is a sign Make your presence known to mine Come to me and I will be divine And when I thought my fire finally died I felt your spell tight as ever-tide No one is above the rituals of love Temptation calls and the stars fall from the blue There is no limitation Except for me and you Lived through all the romance Sadly meant for me {Ohhh, ahhh} All I need is a sign Make your presence known to mine Come to me and I will be divine All I need is a sign Make your presence known to mine Come to me and I will be divine |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
Dig up the conjo
Break in the mojo Dig up the conjo Making me well Who do you love? Little mouse got a gun to your head And drums in the night going blind Hypnotised Lost in the Congo Holding the bongo Kilimanjaro Dig up the conjo Listen to gods For the name little hearts Be like saints come marching in Deep in the bayou Demon inside you Put on the hoo doo Put on the hoo doo Who do you love? "Hey mommy do you see that man?" "Hey mommy I don't understand" "It's only a zombie honey hailing a cab" "Just hold my hand and don't look in his face" Jungle inside you Something's beside you Doing the mambo Dig up the conjo Who do you love? {Who do you love?} {Who do you love?} Aloha down the well Come and ring the bell The jungle's burning down Lost in the Congo Beating the bongo Dig up the conjo Who do you love? Took the best In the sun Hold your breath Something comes It's so long Half alive Watching you while it flies Lost in the Congo Beating the bongo Breaking the mojo Dig up the conjo Beating the bongo Holding the mojo Making me well |
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from Muriel's Wedding (뮤리엘의 웨딩) by Peter Best [ost] (1995)
The tide is high but I'm holding on
I'm gonna be your number one I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no It's not the things you do That tease and wound me bad But it's the way you do The things you do to me I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one Number one, number one Every girl wants you to be her man But I'll wait my dear 'til it's my turn I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one Number one, number one Every girl wants you to be her man But I'll wait my dear 'til it's my turn I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one {Repeat} |
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from More Music From Coyote Ugly (코요테 어글리) by Trevor Horn [ost] (2003)
One way or another I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha One way or another I'm gonna win ya I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha One way or another I'm gonna see ya I'm gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha One dya, maybe next week I'm gonna meetcha, I'm gonna meetcha, I'll meetcha I will drive past your house And it the lights are all down I'll see sho's around One way or another I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha One way or another I'm gonna win ya I'll getcha, I'll getcha One way or another I'm gonna see ya I'm gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha One day, maybe next week I'm gonna meetcha, I'll meetcha And if the lights are all out I'll follow your bus downtown See who's hanging out One way or another I'm gonna lose ya I'm gonna give you the slip, a slip of the lip or another I'm gonna lose ya, I'm gonna trick ya One way or another I'm gonna lose ya I'm gonna trick ya trick ya trick ya trick ya One way or another I'm gonna lose ya I'm gonna give you the slip I'll walk down the mall Stand over by the wall Where I can see it all Find out who ya call Lead you to the supermarket checkout Some specials and rat food, get lost in the crowd One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha I'll getcha getcha getcha getcha (Where I can see it all, find out who ya call) One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha, I'll getcha getcha getcha getcha (Where I can see it all, find out who ya call) One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha, I'll getcha getcha getcha gethca (Where I can see it all, find out who ya call) *repeat |
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from Striptease (스트립티즈) by Howard Shore [ost] (1996)
The tide is high but I'm holding on
I'm gonna be your number one I'm not the kind of girl who gives up just like that Oh, no It's not the things you do that tease and wound me bad But it's the way you do the things you do to me I'm not the kind of girl who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one Number one, number one Every girl wants you to be her man But I'll wait my dear 'til it's my turn I'm not the kind of girl who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one Number one, number one Every girl wants you to be her man But I'll wait my dear 'til it's my turn I'm not the kind of girl who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one (Repeat and ad lib until fade) |
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from 200 Cigarettes (비포 뉴 이어) by Mark Mothersbaugh [ost] (1999)
Darlin’ darlin’ darlin’
I can’t wait to see you Your picture ain’t enough I can’t wait to touch you in the flesh Darlin’ darlin’ darlin’ I can’t wait to hear you Remembering your love Is nothing without you in the flesh Went walking one day on the lower East side Met you with a girlfriend, you were so divine She said, "Hands off this one sweetie, this boy is mine." I couldn’t resist you - I’m not deaf, dumb, and blind Darlin’ darlin’ darlin’ Now you’re out of town Those girls that you run with They bring my head down Ooh Darlin’ darlin’ Watch out if I see you ’Cause if you say hello It’ll mean you wanna see me in the flesh Ooh warm and soft, in the flesh Ooh close and hot, in the flesh Ooh |
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from Deuce Bigalow, Male Gigolo (듀스 비갈로) by Teddy Castellucci [ost] (1999)
Colour me your colour, baby
Colour me your car Colour me your colour, darling I know who you are Come up off your colour chart I know where you're coming from Call me on the line Call me call me any anytime Call me my love you can call me any day or night Call me Cover me with kisses, baby Cover me with love Roll me in designer sheets I'll never get enough Emotions come I don't know why Cover up love's alibi Call me on the line Call me call me any anytime Call me oh my love When you're ready we can share the wine Call me Ooh, he speaks the languages of love Ooh, amore, chiamami chiamami. Oo, appelle-moi mon cherie, appelle-moi Anytime anyplace anywhere anyway Anytime anyplace anywhere any day, anyway Call me my life Call me call me any anytime Call me for a ride Call me call me for some overtime Take me out and show me off Put me on the scene Dress Me in the fashions of the nineteen nighties You're the man no in between I know what you words can mean Call me call me any anytime Call me for a ride Call me call me for some overtime Call me in my life Call me call me in a sweet design Call me call me for your lover's lover's alibi Call me on the line Call me call me any anytime Call me Oh, call me, ooh ooh ah. Call me my love. Call me, call me any anytime. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
I used to get sick with solitude
I was always better in the multitude But now I like it up here all alone in my ivory tower Hi-ho at the end of my rope I watch it all through a telescope I think I'd have a better chance to see the pope I get so bored with his shtick and his mini-minute dick And all his high and mighty shit, I'm a witch Well, well, well a wish wanna throw it in a ditch I'm concentrating on the big laugh You just acting like that damn old Riff-Raff Shakedown baby I don't want to have to see What you got hiding in your body cavity I'm so sick of your Jersey rap Your slab rat white as a tic-tac Why don't you take a dirt nap You make me laugh and I know who I'm laughing at Big Jersey hoo-haa Like your style, like your freedom of speech Like your dirty thoughts, like your Cream of Wheat Tuesday is out Never may be great, level down and read 'em From the Garden State, this is a Jersey plate Saturdayin' pretty driving in the city Your boom is a distortion Your act is a contortion The perfume and pretension Your hair in invention Ha,Ha,Ha the hive is humming I thought I heard it all But there's still more coming Put it in, put it in, put it in, why don't you put it in You said your name was what What kind of a name is that Shooting past me on the turnpike Should have told you to take a hike But there was something I don't know what That I guess I kind of like, that nasty attitude Mediterranean lastitude I guess you did give me a rush Yeah you gave me a thrill Felt so hot and flushed I even had to take a pill And your pattern yeah your method yeah The way you deliver long and slow The way you get your percussion going Going strong, and it's my turn to be blowing Yeah singing my song You think you know me Think again Who's your friend Who put this freak flag in the mail Why you sending me this pig tail You back in Jail I got your post card saying How it is in that pen your in Signed don't forget me, lot's of love from adrenaline Give it a rest, give it a rest You got one dimension pure pretension Cross the river start to shiver Over to the big smoke, and it's no joke I told you one more word from you About Jersey and your dead Let me lick that uh uh Can I kiss that, no Let me kiss that Let me lick that come on Let me lick that Uh huh it might be too sweet It won't be too sweet |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
Satellites are falling down tonight
I see you far away I'm floating into this inescapable bliss Changing light, I know the symptoms of I got myself to blame I'm needing you, I just don't care anymore Good boys never win Good boys always fallow Good boys never win They all fall away and you remain Fear of flight I'm so afraid of heights Why are you asking why I'm walking but my feet are never touching the ground Good boys never win Good boys always fallow Good boys never win They all fall away and you remain Eyes wide in the middle of the night Got more money than a body got right Riding on the L 'til the sun comes up again You got me on your face A big disgrace Shakin' your feathers all over the place You woke face down on St. Marks Avenue What a pity for you |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
lalalala....
was that an invitation can you explain I´m so impacient hey rise to the occasion can you explain the reason why you took a second look, second look i saw you once, met you twice uuhh...your presence feels so nice you´re silent, get your tongue untight when then night comes into open wild, you gotta say aha, before I come undone you got a sweet expression, is that the spot that I should kiss on, hey tell me can you hear me you gotta raise your voice `cause the music`s loud, you gotta shout, spit it out it seems that you got a quiet way eyes that tell what you can`t say I sure would like to read your mind, you´re speechless and I try and try you gotta say aha, before I come undone right from the start your kissing lips I burned up if you just say something I won`t tell you to shut it up it`s like an application, filling in the open spaces `cause I`ve been overtaken and I´m so sick of waitin`one two three, answere me, answere me |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
As sure as anything
As sure as I can be That 99 %, pure as Ivory I caught the scent, followed the smell of it Couldn't Ignore Hey, why did you pick on me? What's that pretty flower I see? Tall and wild it waves at me Mother says it's just a weed Golden Rod, Golden Rod Growing Wild, not in the city Gave me an allergy And my reaction's, what's gonna happen? It gets no help from me I can't explain it Maybe I shouldn't try to That old genetic code, Had a hold on me We go inside it, ran head long into it And mothers' warning, useless to me What's that pretty flower I see? Tall and wild it waves at me Mother says it's just a weed Golden Rod, Golden Rod Another blonde, not from the city gave me an allergy And you can see me drinking the poison Taking it happily. What's that pretty flower I see? Tall and wild it waves at me Mother says it's just a weed Golden Rod, Golden Rod Another blonde, not from the city gave me an allergy And my reaction's What's gonna happen? It gets not help from me You're running wild, not in the city gave me an alleregy And my reaction's What's gonna happen? It gets no help from well you will see me drinking the poison, taking it happily. You're running wild You're running wild Another blonde not from the city Drinking the poison Taking it happily not from the city Golden Rod Golden Rod Golden Rod Golden Rod |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
In another life
When the gods were crazy And the measurement of time Were the ending seasons And maybe we believed There was anger in the storm Sometimes the Sky reminds me And if you think that's wild There's my dream of Egypt And the colour of the Nile You're a Roman Soilder It's small world after all But's older than you think Sometimes your eyes remind me Don't know why I'll wait a lifetme till you find me There are times mmmm I've been this way before mmmm I'll come this way again So many things remind me So many things inside Sometimes your eyes remind me Don't know why I'll wait a lifetme till you find me There are times mmmm I've been this way before mmmm I'll come this way again So many things remind me So many things inside In another life when the gods were crazy And complaining all the time And the people look at me The volocano wants a bribe And I'm still afraid of fire mmmm I've been this way before mmmm I'll come this way again So many things remind me So many things inside mmmm I've been this way before mmmm I'll come this way again So many things remind me So many things inside |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
i know what i’m made of
by what’s inside of me maybe science, maybe giants maybe just a mystery maybe the mother of invention is really intensity and baby when they made you i was the background melody a partner to the feeling now you’re a part of me so be the only one who cares the only one who dares the only one who sees the only one who dreams be the only one who tries the only one who cries be the only one for me, for me don’t think i’m fantasizing i didn’t make it up lots of people tell me things things about their love how the music that was playing low how they made you in the afterglow i didn’t see ‘em do the body rock i didn’t feel the after shocks but baby when they made you i was the background melody so be the only one who cares the only one who dares the only one to dance the one who takes a chance be the only one who’s real the only one who feels be the only one who loves you may think i’m egocentric but i’m only centered some of the time i want you to remember i wanna be the tune you can’t get out of your mind i wasn’t there to see the pressure drop i didn’t do the momma and pop baby when they made you i was the background melody was it the lady or the tiger who was the bottom who was the top oh baby when they made you i was the background melody so be the only one who cares the only one who dares the only one who sees the only one who dreams be the only one who tries the only one who cries be the only one for me, for me |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
I'm hot as a fire burning bright I feel as empty as air
There is no sense of balance In the howling wind that calls to me I can feel it everywhere but it's invisible to me Distractions and spirit find me floating in a magnetic sea The nights are phosphorescent And the days are beautiful and bright Until whispering mist it comes falling down on me Oh there's fire burning Looking for the magic In the night time all this Brings the magic back to me I'm looking for the magic in the places I remember it to be It's in the night time alleys Winding through my deepest memory And just one simple thought brings the magic back to me I'm looking for the magic in the places I remember it to be And just one simple thought brings the magic back to me |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
Just when our number's up
You smashed the loving cup It spills out everywhere It simply isn't fair We light up fire flies We kissed on New Years Night We changed the century All those romantic things We changed the light to low It made our spirits glow If it were up to me I'd never let you go So If By Chance You Should agree Ohh tonight We keep it Real Toinght We put an End to the End And just go on and on We wrote our name in lights Made music every night Heatwaves and rhapsody Burn In my memory We changed the light to low It made our spirits glow If it were up to me I'd never let you go So If By Chance You Should agree Ohh tonight We keep it Real Toinght We put an End to the End And just go on and on Toinght We put an End to the End And just go on and on Tonight We Put An End to the End and just go on and on and on and on and on and on and on To the End the End the End We try to put the End to End to End End the End End to the End the End the End End To End End To End |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
I see you taping thunder from your balcony
Saving the sounds Don't trust your memory I see you catch the lightning Hold it up so you can see Through the open windows Looking down at me Let's wake the roosters Nighttime's gonna go We'll walk and talk years of Before the light begins to show Let's wake the roosters Nice to know you Joe Let's wake the roosters Olá Joe Catch the sunrise in a glass If you turn yuor back you'll miss it Coming up real fast Set your trap on nighttime You li down in the dark Listen to the thunder Listen to my heart Let's wake the roosters Nighttime's gonna go We'll walk and talk yeaars of Before the light begins to show Let's wake the roosters Nice to know you Joe Let's wake the roosters Hey-ho olá Joe Caught you in the rain It took you by surprise I'll take you home and dance with you Until your clothes are dry Place your finger on my puls I'll keep the set of you Keep it nice and close And when I feel the threat(?) of spring On my face I know the silent sound of you Won't be erased Let's wake the rooserts Nighttime's gonna go We'll walk and talk years of Before the light begins to show Let's wake the roosters Nice to know you Joe Let's wake the roosters Hey-ho olá Joe |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
Fate points the finger
It is a double-barreled ringer You're the one, you're the one That's been touched by the singer And then in the night cold as ice Hi-five you're a co-ed mingler He leaves no marks in spite of sparks And so touch has become the winner Touch is the Tingler Making me itch Making me twitch Touch is the Tingler Controlling my mind Climbing my spine Fate points the finger What ya gonna bring me A pretty note from your sweet throat That's been touched by the Tingler But in the night cold as ice Hi-five co-ed mingler It leaves no marks in spite of sparks And so touch has become the Tingler Touch is the Tingler |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
No explanation
No words describe Serving sentence in your head You murder time Some waiting station One endless night Take the empty trains to nowhere In your idle mind And sometimes I feel like the last one on the planet Only one, your the only one Sometimes I feel like the last one in the world Only one, your the only one Don't get so near to me Don't disappear on me Here comes the morning Venetian blind I'll do the haunting I'm killing time It's dark on Broadway It's kind of like Walking down the lonely streets In your idle mind I'm the only one I'm the last one in the world Only one, you're the only one |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
Dull afternoon
Pale evening sun I'm as tense as A high noon run I'm gonna cross that bridge When I come to it Getting over Stepping up I'm at the end of a stretch Wearing high heels that fit Crossing Diamond Bridge The street was straight Straight and narrow The bridge was not I'm gonna burst my seams Know what temptation means Days were old And nights got hot Feel the difference, it feels fine It fills my mind field with friendly fire I'm not throwing my pearls to swine I'm crossing Diamond Bridge I don't wanna go there But I can't stay here Just a shiny baby In the bright light's glare If I cross that line Break the ties that bind Stepping over Wrong and right Gonna raise the stakes I'm staying wide awake Crossing over Growing up I feel the difference and it feels fine It fills my mind field with friendly fire And melts the ice off my desire I'm crossing Diamond Bridge |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
The bliss of the wild
The dark heat of your body Black in the blackness around me The fallacy of a dream The bliss of the wild The dark raging tide Deep as the sea Deep as the sea inside of me I offer myself to the danger in you To your fierce elctricity You're the fire in my burning soul I shake in the wilderness above I'll always be back Back to the earth Back to the earth Back to the earth Back to the earth Desire brings me back Back to where I've always been Desire brings me back Back to where I've always been The bliss of the wild And it's a matter of flesh and love Your warm breath on my face Your skin drinks my soul The bliss of the wild The sound of your blood flowing ovér me The irresistable color of the moon And they make it(?) by your love How can I feel so free when I'm so bound to you? To the power of our imaging To the madness of our passion To the wilderness of our love I'll always come back Back to the earth Back to the earth Back to the earth Back to the earth Desire brings me back Back to where I've always been Desire brings me back Back to where I've always been The bliss of the wild The danger is electric You're the fire in my soul I shake in the wilderness I feel you pull like the moon The galaxy is a dream Desire brings me back Back to the earth Back to the earth Back to the earth Back to the earth Desire brings me back Back to where I've always been Desire brings me back Back to where I've always been Desire brings me back Back to where I've always been Desire, desire Desire brings me back |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
all of our days we cry out for love
and we cry for the times that we lost in all when we had it all, all our hopes and our dreams all of our days we cry out for love, and we try to create it again, again to deny the laws and to leave it behind REFRAIN: sing sweet songs of love to me now so the night will become one of love sing sweet songs of love to me now for i need to know you`re mine all of our days we long for a chance to be lost in a trance of a love we share a romantic love like no other before all of our days we live on the run but we try to believe that it`s just begun that we`ll have the time to enjoy every day REFRAIN: sing songs, sweet songs of love... I love you, you know that I do and forever I´ll sing just for you let me know you love me tonight let me hold you in my arms REFRAIN |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
Satellites are falling down tonight
I see you far away I'm floating into this inescapable bliss Changing light, I know the symptoms of I got myself to blame I'm needing you, I just don't care anymore Good boys never win Good boys always fallow Good boys never win They all fall away and you remain Fear of flight I'm so afraid of heights Why are you asking why I'm walking but my feet are never touching the ground Good boys never win Good boys always fallow Good boys never win They all fall away and you remain Eyes wide in the middle of the night Got more money than a body got right Riding on the L 'til the sun comes up again You got me on your face A big disgrace Shakin' your feathers all over the place You woke face down on St. Marks Avenue What a pity for you |
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from Blondie - Is The Name Of The Band (2001)
Surf's up!
In the sun, I'm waiting for the day Having fun In warm far away. Moonlight nights, water seems so clear. Ooh, city lights while I'm still waiting here... In the sun, it's for everyone. In the sun, we're gonna have some fun. In the sun we're gonna shoot the tube. I'll do it for you, my paka lola luau love New York isle is covered by grey concrete piles, blues play my way. Tropic haze, pineapple sky. Perfect wave, hurricane eye. In the sun, it's for everyone. In the sun, we're gonna have some fun. In the sun, we're gonna shoot the tube. I'll do it for you, my paka lola luau love. (Whispered: It's so hot you burn, it's so hot you burn, it's so hot you burn..) In the sun, it's for everyone. In the sun, we're gonna have some fun. In the sun, we're gonna shoot the tube. I'll do it for you, my paka lola luau love. Where is my wave? Where is my wave? |
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from Blondie - Is The Name Of The Band (2001)
All I want is a room with a view
A sight worth seeing a vision of you All I want is a room with a view, oooooh I will give you my finest hour, the one I spent watching you shower I will give you my finest hour oh yeah All I want is a photo in my wallet A small remembrance of something more solid All I want is a picture of you Picture this a day in December Picture this freezing cold weather You got clouds on your lids and you’d be on the skids If it weren’t for your job at the garage If you could only, oohh, oh Picture this a sky full of thunder Picture this my telephone number One and one is what I’m telling you oh yeah All I want is 20/20 vision A total portrait with no omissions All I want is a vision of you, ooooh If you can Picture this a day in December Picture this freezing cold weather You got clouds on your lids and you’d be on the skids If it weren’t for your job at the garage If you could only Picture this a sky full of thunder Picture this my telephone number One and one is what I’m telling you Get a pocket computer try to do what ya used to do yeah |
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from Blondie - Is The Name Of The Band (2001)
You're gonna say you miss me
You're gonna say you'll kiss me You're gonna say you love me And I'm gonna love you too I don't care what you told me You're gonna say you'll hold me You're gonna say you'll love me Cause I'm gonna love you too After all another fella took ya but I still can't overlook ya I'm gonna do my best to hook ya After all is said and done I don't care what you told me You're gonna say how you'll hold me And you're gonna say you love me Cause I'm gonna love you too You're gonna tell me sweet things You're gonna make my heart sing And I'm gonna hear bells ring Cause I'm gonna love you too You're gonna say you'll kiss me You're gonna say you'll miss me You're gonna say you'll love me Cause I'm gonna love you too |
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from Blondie - Is The Name Of The Band (2001)
I always said you could make it
I know what I said and I meant it I always liked the way you played guitar I always knew that someday you'd go far And if you do will anything happen? Will it come true will anything happen? Will I see you again? You said you'd be through here again Please don't forget I'm here waiting You always said that you would never change Like the people that you've met and the places that you've been And if you do will anything happen? Will it come true will anything happen? Will I see you again? Will I see you again? I always said you could make it Just don't forget that I said it Cause I always liked the way you played guitar And I always knew that someday you'd go far And if you do will anything happen? will it come true will anything happen? Will I see you again? Will I see you again? Will I see you again? And if I do will anything happen? |
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from Blondie - Is The Name Of The Band (2001)
I'm on E.
I'm on E. I'm on E. Got nothin' to say. I used to have a car of my own. I'm on E. I'm on E. I'm on E for England. Laid out for maybe a week. I've walked my feet to the bone. I'd give my life for a car of my own. I'm on E. I'm on E. Two weeks ago saturday I was on TV. I'd like a show of my own. But you see I'm still on E even though everything is happening to me. So when your drivin' on home don't regret your loan. I'm on E. I'm on E. I gave my car to a guy named Vinnie. I feel like gassin' my feet. They've totalled (?) and skipped a beat. I used to have a car of my own. 28 or 58. Walking to refrigerator. To the pump, do the bump. Still on E, I'll think of something. I'm on E and I'm on E. I'll never have to stop my feet. 28 or 58. Walking to refrigerator. To the pump, do the bump. Still on E, I'll think of something. I'm on E and I'm on E. I'll never have to fill my feet up. |
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from Blondie - Is The Name Of The Band (2001)
Oh Denis doo-be-do
I’m in love with you, Denis doo-be-do I’m in love with you, Denis doo-be-do I’m in love with you Denis Denis, oh with your eyes so blue Denis Denis, I’ve got a crush on you Denis Denis, I’m so in love with you Oh when we walk it always feels so nice And when we talk it seems like paradise Denis Denis I’m so in love with you You’re my king and I’m in heaven every time I look at you When you smile it’s like a dream And I’m so lucky ’cause I found a boy like you Denis Denis, oh won’t you hold me tight? Denis Denis, please can we kiss all night? Denis Denis, I’m so in love with you Denis Denis, avec tes yeux si bleux Denis Denis, moi j’ai flashe a nous deux Denis Denis, un grand baiser d’eternite Denis Denis, je suis si folle de toi Denis Denis, oh embrasse-moi ce soir Denis Denis, un grand baiser d’eternite Oh Denis doo-be-do I’m in love with you, Denis doo-be-do I’m in love with you, Denis doo-be-do I’m in love with you |
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from Blondie - Is The Name Of The Band (2001)
"Hey, y'know?"
"Uh, I dunno." I know but I don't know. I know but I don't know. I know but I don't know. I know but I don't know. I give but I don't get. I will but I won't yet. I lose but I don't bet. I'm your dog but not your pet. Now I know but I don't care. Then I know but I don't see. Now I see but I don't know. I care but I don't care. I could but I won't be. You can but not with me. It's all a mystery. Locked out without a key. Now I care but I don't care. And I know but I don't see. Now I see but I don't know. I know but I don't know. Now I know that you don't know. And I see that you don't see. I care but I don't care. I don't care that you don't know. |
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from Blondie - Is The Name Of The Band (2001)
Don't look in here, yeah.
Sundown finds him out of town on the overpass, his inner self glued to his .22. Dirty metal in the speed of night, lights and broken glass. My heart can destroy all I see. Moving streets all make me lonely Come to me and be mine only I can hide us far from sight But you must wait and I must fight this nothingness. Walls, I see my little room, I hear my parent's friends. I hope that my actions make amends I would like to kill for love but I don't know how Here I lie so high above the crowd. Busy streets all make me lonely Come to me and be mine only I can move us through the night But you must wait and I must fight this emptiness Black top burns with silent screams Others stop my dreams Lightning Crash! Crash! Crash! Fear causes some to live, others die real cool I died in the evening after school Be mine only Be my own Be mine only Be my own |
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from Blondie - Is The Name Of The Band (2001)
1 2 3!
Down in Chinatown the year of the cock He sold the silver belt, put it in hock Fistful of money, mouth full of gold Soon to be free of all armful of holes She was a kung fu girl, kung fu girl He got the address symbolized in Cantonese Then asked a native, "Some assistance, please," She took him to the secret door He was kissing the floor, don't know much more She was a kung fu girl, kung fu girl Heng lu Cindy Sue Difo difong hacking hu In a flash of recollection of oriental pride She threw him to the side Got the address, gave the door a knock What happened next caused quite a shock She was standing, looking out the door He was kicked to the floor, don't know much more She was a kung fu girl, kung fu girl Kung fu Cindy Sue Oh, I wanna get close to you You're my kung fu girl You're my kung fu girl Oh my oriental pearl Kung fu Cindy Sue Oh, I wanna get close to you You're my kung fu girl You're my kung fu girl, get down |
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from Mean Girls (퀸카로 살아남는 법) by Rolfe Kent [ost] (2004)
One way or another I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha One way or another I'm gonna win ya I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha One way or another I'm gonna see ya I'm gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha One dya, maybe next week I'm gonna meetcha, I'm gonna meetcha, I'll meetcha I will drive past your house And it the lights are all down I'll see sho's around One way or another I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha One way or another I'm gonna win ya I'll getcha, I'll getcha One way or another I'm gonna see ya I'm gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha One day, maybe next week I'm gonna meetcha, I'll meetcha And if the lights are all out I'll follow your bus downtown See who's hanging out One way or another I'm gonna lose ya I'm gonna give you the slip, a slip of the lip or another I'm gonna lose ya, I'm gonna trick ya One way or another I'm gonna lose ya I'm gonna trick ya trick ya trick ya trick ya One way or another I'm gonna lose ya I'm gonna give you the slip I'll walk down the mall Stand over by the wall Where I can see it all Find out who ya call Lead you to the supermarket checkout Some specials and rat food, get lost in the crowd One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha I'll getcha getcha getcha getcha (Where I can see it all, find out who ya call) One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha, I'll getcha getcha getcha getcha (Where I can see it all, find out who ya call) One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha, I'll getcha getcha getcha gethca (Where I can see it all, find out who ya call) *repeat |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Hunter (1982)
I need city lights, defense, and weaponry.
No way of knowing my life expectancy. I learn resistance like I learn to see. A living witness. A lonely refugee. I'm a war child. I'm a war baby, and that's the difference between you and me. I'm a war child. My occupation is being occupied. I stop at the corner to be identified. Across the border they pretend victory. I'm playing in the rubble and dream of destiny. You weren't discovered by Khmer Rouge. We hear of "the troubles" on the nightly news. PLO lovers courting after the curfew. Your father and brother have the West Bank blues. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Hunter (1982)
I need city lights, defense, and weaponry.
No way of knowing my life expectancy. I learn resistance like I learn to see. A living witness. A lonely refugee. I'm a war child. I'm a war baby, and that's the difference between you and me. I'm a war child. My occupation is being occupied. I stop at the corner to be identified. Across the border they pretend victory. I'm playing in the rubble and dream of destiny. You weren't discovered by Khmer Rouge. We hear of "the troubles" on the nightly news. PLO lovers courting after the curfew. Your father and brother have the West Bank blues. |
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from Golden Super Disco: 20 All Time Dance Hits (2006)
Colour me your colour, baby
Colour me your car Colour me your colour, darling I know who you are Come up off your colour chart I know where you're coming from Call me on the line Call me call me any anytime Call me my love you can call me any day or night Call me Cover me with kisses, baby Cover me with love Roll me in designer sheets I'll never get enough Emotions come I don't know why Cover up love's alibi Call me on the line Call me call me any anytime Call me oh my love When you're ready we can share the wine Call me Ooh, he speaks the languages of love Ooh, amore, chiamami chiamami. Oo, appelle-moi mon cherie, appelle-moi Anytime anyplace anywhere anyway Anytime anyplace anywhere any day, anyway Call me my life Call me call me any anytime Call me for a ride Call me call me for some overtime Take me out and show me off Put me on the scene Dress Me in the fashions of the nineteen nighties You're the man no in between I know what you words can mean Call me call me any anytime Call me for a ride Call me call me for some overtime Call me in my life Call me call me in a sweet design Call me call me for your lover's lover's alibi Call me on the line Call me call me any anytime Call me Oh, call me, ooh ooh ah. Call me my love. Call me, call me any anytime. |
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from Golden Super Disco: 20 All Time Dance Hits (2006)
The tide is high but I'm holding on
I'm gonna be your number one I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no It's not the things you do That tease and wound me bad But it's the way you do The things you do to me I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one Number one, number one Every girl wants you to be her man But I'll wait my dear 'til it's my turn I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one Number one, number one Every girl wants you to be her man But I'll wait my dear 'til it's my turn I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one {Repeat |
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from Donnie Brasco (도니 브래크소) by Patrick Doyle [ost] (1997)
Once I had a love and it was a gas
Soon turned out...had a heart of glass Seemed like the real thing...only to find Mucho mistrust...love is far behind Once I had a love and it was divine Soon (found) out I was losin' my mind Seemed like the real thing...but I was so blind Mucho mistrust....love is far behind In between what I find is pleasing and I'm feelin' fine Love is so confusing there's no peace of mind If I fear I'm losin' you it's just no good, you teasin' like you do... Once I had a love and it was a gas Soon turned out...(had a heart of glass) Seemed like the real thing only to find Mucho mistrust...love is far behind Lost inside...adorable illusion and I cannot hide I'm the one you're usin' please don't push me aside We coulda' made it cruisin', yeah..... Nn na na.... (Yeah, hide and hide, although I'm still a lil' shy) OOOOoooo...Oh! In between...what I find is pleasin' and I'm feelin' fine Love is so confusing - there's no peace of mind If I fear I'm losin' you it's just no good You teasin' like you do... Na na na........... |
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from Gracie (그레이시) by Mark Isham [ost] (2007)
I’m in the phone booth, it’s the one across the hall
If you don’t answer, I’ll just ring it off the wall I know he’s there, but I just had to call Don’t leave me hanging on the telephone Don’t leave me hanging on the telephone I heard your mother now she’s going out the door Did she go to work or just go to the store All those things she said, I told you to ignore Oh why can’t we talk again Oh why can’t we talk again Oh why can’t we talk again Don’t leave me hanging on the telephone Don’t leave me hanging on the telephone It’s good to hear your voice, you know it’s been so long If I don’t get your call then everything goes wrong I want to tell you something you’ve known all along Don’t leave me hanging on the telephone I had to interrupt and stop this conversation Your voice across the line gives me a strange sensation I’d like to talk when I can show you my affection Oh I can’t control myself Oh I can’t control myself Oh I can’t control myself Don’t leave me hanging on the telephone Hang up and run to me Whoah, hang up and run to me Whoah, hang up and run to me Whoah, hang up and run to me Whoah oh oh oh run to me |
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from Gracie (그레이시) by Mark Isham [ost] (2007)
Once I had a love and it was a gas
Soon turned out...had a heart of glass Seemed like the real thing...only to find Mucho mistrust...love is far behind Once I had a love and it was divine Soon (found) out I was losin' my mind Seemed like the real thing...but I was so blind Mucho mistrust....love is far behind In between what I find is pleasing and I'm feelin' fine Love is so confusing there's no peace of mind If I fear I'm losin' you it's just no good, you teasin' like you do... Once I had a love and it was a gas Soon turned out...(had a heart of glass) Seemed like the real thing only to find Mucho mistrust...love is far behind Lost inside...adorable illusion and I cannot hide I'm the one you're usin' please don't push me aside We coulda' made it cruisin', yeah..... Nn na na.... (Yeah, hide and hide, although I'm still a lil' shy) OOOOoooo...Oh! In between...what I find is pleasin' and I'm feelin' fine Love is so confusing - there's no peace of mind If I fear I'm losin' you it's just no good You teasin' like you do... Na na na........... |
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