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from Cool - Legends (2009)
Toe to toe
Dancing very slow Barely breathing Almost comatose Wall to wall People hypnotised And they’re stepping lightly Hang each night in Rapture Back to back Sacrailiac Spineless movement And a wild attack Face to face Sadly solitude And it’s finger popping Twenty-four hour shopping in Rapture Fab Five Freddie told me everybody’s high DJ’s spinnin’ are savin’ my mind Flash is fast, Flash is cool Francois sez fas, Flashe’ no do And you don’t stop, sure shot Go out to the parking lot And you get in your car and you drive real far And you drive all night and then you see a light And it comes right down and lands on the ground And out comes a man from Mars And you try to run but he’s got a gun And he shoots you dead and he eats your head And then you’re in the man from Mars You go out at night, eatin’ cars You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too Mercurys and Subarus And you don’t stop, you keep on eatin’ cars Then, when there’s no more cars You go out at night and eat up bars where the people meet Face to face, dance cheek to cheek One to one, man to man Dance toe to toe Don’t move to slow, ’cause the man from Mars Is through with cars, he’s eatin’ bars Yeah, wall to wall, door to door, hall to hall He’s gonna eat ’em all Rapture, be pure Take a tour, through the sewer Don’t strain your brain, paint a train You’ll be singin’ in the rain I said don’t stop, do punk rock Well now you see what you wanna be Just have your party on TV ’Cause the man from Mars won’t eat up bars when the TV’s on And now he’s gone back up to space Where he won’t have a hassle with the human race And you hip-hop, and you don’t stop Just blast off, sure shot ’Cause the man from Mars stopped eatin’ cars and eatin’ bars And now he only eats guitars, get up! |
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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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from Blondie - Bite Size Blondie [ep] (2007)
uih hinuhmaikemetonight,
Tonightmakemeitright, uh huhmakemetonight, Tonight, Tonight, ohuh huhmaikeitmagnificent, Toninght, Right, oh,yourhairisbeaufiful. ohtoight, Atomic, Toinhtmakeitmagnificent, Tonight, Makemetonight, Yourhairisbeauitiful. oh,toight, Atoimic Atomimic oh, |
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from Blondie - Bite Size Blondie [ep] (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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from Blondie - Bite Size Blondie [ep] (2007)
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 - Bite Size Blondie [ep] (2007)
Hey psst psst here she comes now
Oh you know her Would ya look at that hair Yeah you know her Check out those shoes She looks like she stepped out of the middle of somebody’s blues She looks like the Sunday comics She thinks she’s Brenda Starr Her nose job is real atomic All she needs is an old knife scar Ehhh, she’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull come on rip her to shreds Oh you know her "Miss Groupie Supreme" Yeah you know her "Vera Vogue" on parade Red eye shadow Green mascara Yuck She’s too much She looks like she don’t know better A case of partial extreme Dressed in a Robert Hall sweater Acting like a soap opera queen Ehhh, she’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She got the nerve to tell me she’s not "on it" But her expression is too serene Yeah she looks like she washes with Comet Always looking to create a scene Ehhh, she’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull Rip her to shreds Oh you know her "Miss Groupie Supreme" Yeah you know her "Vera Vogue" on parade Yeah you know her with the fish eating grin She’s so dull Yeah she got the nerve to tell me Huh she’s so dull Yeah there she goes now She making out with King Kong She take her boat to Hong Kong Well bye bye sugar And not a minute too soon |
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from Blondie - Bite Size Blondie [ep] (2007)
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 Blondie - Live By Request (2007)
Was it destiny?
I don’t know yet Was it just by chance? Could this be kismet? Something in my consciousness told me you’d appear Now I’m always touched by your presence dear When we play at cards you use an extra sense It’s really not cheating, you know? You can read my hand I’ve got no defense When you send your messages, whispered loud and clear I’m always touched by your presence dear Floating pass the evidence of possibilities We could navigate together psychic frequencies Coming into contact with outer entities We could entertain each one with our theosophies Stay awake at night and count your REM’s When you’re talking with your super friends Levitating lovers in the secret stratosphere I am still in touch with your presence dear I am still in touch with your presence dear |
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from Blondie - Live By Request (2007)
No, I don't believe in luck.
No, I don't believe in circumstance no more. Accidents never happen in a perfect world, so I won't believe in luck. I saw you walking in the dark, so I slipped behind your footsteps for a while. Caught you turning 'round the block... Fancy meeting in a smaller world. After all, accidents never happen. Could have planned it all. Precognition in my ears. Accidents never happen in a perfect world. Complications disappear. Now you love me. I, yeah, I can tell. I never lied. I never cried. And you, you knew so well. Like the Magi on the hill, I can divinate your presence from afar. And I'll follow you until I can bring you to a perfect world. Accidents never happen in a perfect world. Accidents never happen. |
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from Blondie - Live By Request (2007)
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 - Live By Request (2007)
When I met you in the restaurant
You could tell I was no debutante. You asked me what's my pleasure, A movie or a measure? I'll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreaming. Dreaming is free. I don't want to live on charity. Pleasure's real or is it fantasy? Reel to reel is living rarity. People stop and stare at me, We just walk on by; we just keep on dreaming. Feet feet: walking a two mile. Meet meet: meet me at the turnstile. I never met him, I'll never forget him. Dream dream: even for a little while. Dream dream: filling up an idle hour. Fade away, radiate. I sit by and watch the river flow. I sit by and watch the traffic go. Imagine something of your very own; Something you can have and hold. I'd build a road in gold just to have some dreaming. Dreaming is free. |
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from Blondie - Live By Request (2007)
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 follow 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 follow 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 - Live By Request (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 Blondie - Live By Request (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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from Blondie - Live By Request (2007)
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 - Live By Request (2007)
Toe to toe
Dancing very slow Barely breathing Almost comatose Wall to wall People hypnotised And they’re stepping lightly Hang each night in Rapture Back to back Sacrailiac Spineless movement And a wild attack Face to face Sadly solitude And it’s finger popping Twenty-four hour shopping in Rapture Fab Five Freddie told me everybody’s high DJ’s spinnin’ are savin’ my mind Flash is fast, Flash is cool Francois sez fas, Flashe’ no do And you don’t stop, sure shot Go out to the parking lot And you get in your car and you drive real far And you drive all night and then you see a light And it comes right down and lands on the ground And out comes a man from Mars And you try to run but he’s got a gun And he shoots you dead and he eats your head And then you’re in the man from Mars You go out at night, eatin’ cars You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too Mercurys and Subarus And you don’t stop, you keep on eatin’ cars Then, when there’s no more cars You go out at night and eat up bars where the people meet Face to face, dance cheek to cheek One to one, man to man Dance toe to toe Don’t move to slow, ’cause the man from Mars Is through with cars, he’s eatin’ bars Yeah, wall to wall, door to door, hall to hall He’s gonna eat ’em all Rapture, be pure Take a tour, through the sewer Don’t strain your brain, paint a train You’ll be singin’ in the rain I said don’t stop, do punk rock Well now you see what you wanna be Just have your party on TV ’Cause the man from Mars won’t eat up bars when the TV’s on And now he’s gone back up to space Where he won’t have a hassle with the human race And you hip-hop, and you don’t stop Just blast off, sure shot ’Cause the man from Mars stopped eatin’ cars and eatin’ bars And now he only eats guitars, get up! |
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from Blondie - Live By Request (2007)
Hey psst psst here she comes now
Oh you know her Would ya look at that hair Yeah you know her Check out those shoes She looks like she stepped out of the middle of somebody’s blues She looks like the Sunday comics She thinks she’s Brenda Starr Her nose job is real atomic All she needs is an old knife scar Ehhh, she’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull come on rip her to shreds Oh you know her "Miss Groupie Supreme" Yeah you know her "Vera Vogue" on parade Red eye shadow Green mascara Yuck She’s too much She looks like she don’t know better A case of partial extreme Dressed in a Robert Hall sweater Acting like a soap opera queen Ehhh, she’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She got the nerve to tell me she’s not "on it" But her expression is too serene Yeah she looks like she washes with Comet Always looking to create a scene Ehhh, she’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull Rip her to shreds Oh you know her "Miss Groupie Supreme" Yeah you know her "Vera Vogue" on parade Yeah you know her with the fish eating grin She’s so dull Yeah she got the nerve to tell me Huh she’s so dull Yeah there she goes now She making out with King Kong She take her boat to Hong Kong Well bye bye sugar And not a minute too soon |
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from Blondie - Live By Request (2007)
The tide is high But I`m holding on
I`m gonna be your number one I`m not the kinda girl Who gives up just like that (Oh no) It`s not the things you do That tease and hurt me bad But it`s the way you do the things You do to me I`m not the kinda 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 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 right here `Til it`s my turn I`m not the kinda 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 The tide is high But I`m holding on I`m gonna be your number one Number one Number one Everytime that I get the feeling You give me something to believe in Everytime that I got you near me I don`t believe that I want it to be But you know that I`m gonna take my chance now I`m gonna make it happen somehow And you know I can take the pressure A moment`s pain for a lifetime pleasure Every girl wants you to be her man But I`ll wait right here `Til it`s my turn I`m not the kinda 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 The tide is high But I`m holding on I`m gonna be your number one Everytime that I get the feeling You give me something to believe in Everytime that I got you near me I don`t believe that I want it to be But you know that I`m gonna take my chance now I`m gonna make it happen somehow And you know I can take the pressure A moment`s pain for a lifetime pleasure The tide is high But I`m holding on I`m gonna be your number one |
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from Blondie - Live By Request (2007)
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I saw you standing on the corner, you looked so big and fine. I really wanted to go out with you, so when you smiled, I laid my heart on the line You read me my rights and then you said |
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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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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 Blondie - Call Me [digital single] (2005)
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 - Call Me [digital single] (2005)
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 - Call Me [digital single] (2005)
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 - Call Me [digital single] (2005)
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 - Call Me [digital single] (2005)
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/ Plastic Letters (2005)
Was it destiny?
I don’t know yet Was it just by chance? Could this be kismet? Something in my consciousness told me you’d appear Now I’m always touched by your presence dear When we play at cards you use an extra sense It’s really not cheating, you know? You can read my hand I’ve got no defense When you send your messages, whispered loud and clear I’m always touched by your presence dear Floating pass the evidence of possibilities We could navigate together psychic frequencies Coming into contact with outer entities We could entertain each one with our theosophies Stay awake at night and count your REM’s When you’re talking with your super friends Levitating lovers in the secret stratosphere I am still in touch with your presence dear I am still in touch with your presence dear |
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from Blondie - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
I always had my eyes on you but you came from across the line.
I had to make good time to see you but you had to pay the fine. All the boys on my side knew that you were the shark. If you were found on the borderline you'd be shot in the dark. Don't wear those clothes again, they don't make it in this crowd. Don't go out D.T.K., you'll wear your best suit in the ground. We're meeting in a neutral zone: the last car on the train. The love you brought shaking up my bones and crawling through our veins. We always met at the edge of a blade and we left at the end of the fight. Of all the girls you've played and you laid why did this one have to be white? They're gonna getcha at 12 o'clock high, got their sights set low on you. You better believe me, I wouldn't lie. We better quit before you're through! They're gonna getcha at 12 o'clock high, got their sights set low on you. You better believe me, I wouldn't lie. We better quit before you're through! |
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from Blondie - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
Flight 45 was last seen alive on the runway,
leaving for some fun in the hot tropic sun (back next monday). And our friends are at the airport... Cousin Bill says, "enjoy the water sports". As we fly into the mystery the film comes on and the Earth recedes. Several hours out - 20 minutes south of Bermuda. The communication's gone - something has to be so wrong. And it must be Jesus calling... The silver ship, the blue sea falling. Death was in that poison wave and in it's gulf a fitting grave. The coast guard said they might be found... They know just where the plane went down. |
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from Blondie - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
All the way down do it.
Another way down. Why, yeah. What do you know huh? I seen you skip that cautious lip. Now tell me this through that cautious lip. You can be bit as I make you it. I seen you skip that cautious lip. A chance you'll fit that cautious lip. It's just these things, not really gifts. It's just these things, not really gifts. I seen you skip that cautious lip. I seen you skip that cautious lip, but never miss my bouncing hips. A girl so sweet. A love so strong. I seen you skip, I see you tip. You can be bit as I make you it. I seen you skip that cautious lip. Ah I seen you skip that cautious lip. Ah. Cautious lip cautious lip. You can be bit. I'll make you it. I seen you skip. Cautious lip. Change your fit. Skip of the lip. Oh oh not really get. Skip lip oh oh arggghhhhh ah ah! Whats going on? No way. |
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from Blondie - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
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Although I'm young I got a job to do. Hid the microfilm in the lining of my shoe. Call it a business trip. Got to hide inside my trenchcoat and be clever . I got my papers and a cyanide pill. My polaroid's a taser in disguise. There's a base in the hills, and the wheat fields looks like Kansas in November. Astrovia, sweet comrade, your nation is your gun. Your love reads like the broken code you sent me. One last contact in red square, unless I have to run and the long arms of the K.G.B. detect me. Can't trust a soul, secret messenger, just the rules that lie like circuits in your brain and a cool .45. The wind is ice and foreign air tastes strange. I.C.B.M. Bang! Bang! You're dead! No one left to worry. Kiss me quick, now I have to hurry. Our last contact in red square, unless I have to run and the long arms of the C.I.A. detect me. Hey! Hey! Hey! |
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from Blondie - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
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 - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
You know he can't be tested.
He can't be read or found. Urban gray takes breath away. He wants to push his pedal to the ground. And the night's what's right. Puts him at the wheel. Well, I eat danger. Any stranger is all right. Feel hot to go like Jimmy O. Dodging flying objects at the show. And the lights make me fight. In Detroit 442... Maybe, baby, I could ride with you. This town's a concrete factory and dad and mom look just like me. I'm on the plant assembly line. Too late now. Too far behind! You said you wanna hang around. No one really cares where you go. Take your time. Things never change. In Detroit 442 maybe baby I could ride with you. One more to market, one more piggie, and they all, they all look just like me, yeah. |
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from Blondie - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
You know he can't be tested.
He can't be read or found. Urban gray takes breath away. He wants to push his pedal to the ground. And the night's what's right. Puts him at the wheel. Well, I eat danger. Any stranger is all right. Feel hot to go like Jimmy O. Dodging flying objects at the show. And the lights make me fight. In Detroit 442... Maybe, baby, I could ride with you. This town's a concrete factory and dad and mom look just like me. I'm on the plant assembly line. Too late now. Too far behind! You said you wanna hang around. No one really cares where you go. Take your time. Things never change. In Detroit 442 maybe baby I could ride with you. One more to market, one more piggie, and they all, they all look just like me, yeah. |
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from Blondie - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
I set my hand to writing you
It drifted off the page I sold my one vision For a piece of the cake I haven't ate in days For unspoken value Aesthetic, and charm I'd smile at you sideways But the lighting is wrong I'm taking a picture And counting the cost While the bells in my ears Keep ringing I set my hand to writing you It drifted off the page I nearly fell I feel like a lowlife in hell And I haven't slept in days And days, days and days Beat on my Fender Through my Gemini 2 Play to the posters On the wall of my room Thought I was crazy When I'd think about you And the bells in my ears Keep ringing And the bells in my ears Keep ringing In my ear bells Are ringing |
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from Blondie - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
You got ants in your pants.
I don't understand. I don't trust the flick of your eyes. You're a viper and love's a fever. You said something profane and went for a vein but in spite of your "delicate touch", I should have known as much: I'm a bleeder. I didn't have the nerve to say no. I didn't have the nerve to say no. You caught me surprised and my will resigned. Torture the minds of them all. You're a brain drain, you'd better beat it. I'm following lines. The blind leads the blind. So hang me or grant me a stay. You better cut me loose or hand me a noose. There's no end to the problem of a bad situation. Complication. No, no, no, no, ah. There's no end to the problem and frustration. I need a vacation. No, no, no, no, ah. And I know I couldn't. And I know that I couldn't say no. |
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from Blondie - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
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 - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
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 Blondie - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
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 - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
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 - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
Uh hey! You've got an unnerving face and twitching eyes like Norman Bates.
You got a cigarette, eye on a mirror. Farm boy brown gas station sweeper. You took that girl, you put the saddle on her. Just thirteen, she's her daddy's apple, and she don't know you're the kidnapper, uh-huh. Uh hey! Your daddy's Whiskey Sam. He's got bloodshot eyes like Ray Milland. Playin' solitaire, your mother fidgets. You wanna be rich but you won't dig ditches. She bitches like a brat. She got the money. People breaking their necks and she thinks it's funny. Where's your old man now? Nobody's home, uh-huh. Kidnapper. Uh hey! They call you Skinny Jim and nobody knows the boat you're in. They dipped your tail when you were back in school. Well, you're a real strange cake but your nobody's fool. So you took that girl and you put the saddle on her. Just thirteen. She's fresh out of diapers and she don't know your the kidnapper, uh-huh. |
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from Blondie - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
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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 Blondie - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
She loves you right now, so don't close your eyes
She'll be talking and laughing with six other guys Flirtatious and cute, she'll take you the route Telling little girl lies He loves her so much, he don't wanna lose her And there's no other girl he likes to ball better But he's busy tonight, we'll make it tomorrow He's telling his little girl lies That's how the little girl lies He's telling his little girl lies Those little girl lies gonna catch up to you And you'll be sorry Making excuses why she can't meet you later She's not really ill, someone else got to date her Mixed up and confused, it'll catch up to you Telling little girl lies They tell the little girl lies He's telling his little girl lies That's how your little girl lies She's been telling you little girl lies That's how his little girl lies She been telling him little girl lies Those little girl lies gonna catch up to you And you'll be sorry! Boo hoo! Boo hoo! |
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from Blondie - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
You look good in blue.
It matches your skin, your eyes dripping with pain. Someone like you, getting off on the lies 'cause it dulls your surprise again. If it's alright with you, I could give you some head and shoulders to lie on. You look good in blue. I know what you mean when you say you've seen the end. Someone like you, been at it again, you knew what was up in the end. If it's alright with you, I could give you some head and shoulders to lie on. Throw your weight on me baby. Don't complain on me baby. Escape in me, next to me. I'm tired, always tired and I got not place to sleep. Don't mind dividing down the line. Can't say that I'm complaining 'cause I got no place to play, yeah. Don't mind dividing down the line. You look good in blue. It matches your skin, your eyes dripping with pain. If it's alright with you, I could give you some head and shoulders to lie on. Yes, I could give you some head and shoulders to lie on. |
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from Blondie - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
We fell in love
Down at the pier You were sunbathing I was around Soon we were sharing A beer We fell in love At the pier I'm no sentimental slob So don't think I'm queer You got somethin', baby And it ain't just my beer Well, maybe it's the hot pants Maybe the heat Or was it the sneakers You kicked off your feet? Hey! I sat under my umbrella To keep my pearly skin You tanned your oily body Looking like sin Well, soon I was sweatin' And I wanted to leave You slipped into the water From too much grease Whoo! Well, I saw you yelling I just couldn't hear So I screamed back at ya: "Honey, keep the beer!" Whoah! We never consummated Our outside love affair Too much tar and water Too much hot air Oh, what a tragic end To love that was lost We would have stood a chance If we met in the frost, but... We fell in love Down at the pier You were sunbathing I was around Now I go to beaches With my girlfriend Now no more love splinters In my rear end |
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from Blondie - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
Man overboard, sinking in a sea of love.
Man overboard, he jumped, didn't need a shove. Oh, I've been sailing the sea of love, experiencing romance... With what I know, he never stood a chance! He gave it all for love. He gave it all for love. Said, lower the boats, he's sinking in a sea of love. Lower the boats, he's sinking in a sea of love. Yeah, I've been sailing the sea of love, experiencing romance... With what I know, he never stood a chance. No! Man overboard! Man overboard! Man overboard! Man overboard! Throw him a line. Man overboard! He gave it all for love. He gave it all for love. He gave it. He gave it all for love. Man overboard! He gave it. |
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from Blondie - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
Eyes that tell me "baby, you don't need no invitation".
Let me smoke another cigarette before I make a move. I can see me in the morning; losing my direction, deep inside my overcoat, looking for the door. I don't wanna stay with you. I just wanna play with you. One sweet abbreviation sleeping like the dead. You think you're pretty, well, so do I. You came to me but, passion eyes, got no imagination to clutter up my head. Eyes that mirror innocence and cannot sense the changes. Lets have another drink, dear, before we get deranged. I can see me in the morning; avoiding your detection, slowly down the staircase, looking for the door. All is fair in love and war but I don't want your love no more. One sweet abbreviation sleeping like the dead. You're fragile and you're very green, conditioned by a milk machine. Got no imagination. Got no imagination. No. Take a walk, kid. Eyes that tell me "baby, you don't need no invitation". Let me smoke another cigarette before I make a move. I can see me in the morning; losing my direction, deep inside my overcoat, footsteps for the door. |
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from Blondie - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
Once I had a love and it was a gas
Soon turned out to be a thing of the past Seemed like the real thing, only to find Mucho mistrust, love's gone 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's gone behind 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 Once I had a love and it was a gas Soon turned out to be a thing of the past Seemed like the real thing, only to find Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind Lost inside Adorable illusion and I cannot hide I'm the one you're usin', please don't push me aside We could've made it cruisin', yeah La-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la, yeah, ridin' high On love's true bluish lie Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh Once I had a love and it was a gas Soon turned out to be a pain in the ass Seemed like the real thing, only to find Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh |
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from Blondie - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
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/ Plastic Letters (2005)
I wanna be a platinum blonde.
Ooh! Just like all the sexy stars. Marilyn and Jeane, Jayne, Mae and Marlene. Yeah they, they really had fun. In a luminous day-glo shade. Walk into a bar and I'll have it made! Cause if that's all it takes; a double processed blonde... I wanna be a platinum blonde. I wanna be a platinum blonde. Be a platinum blonde. I even tried wearing a wig for a while. It was the right color, but not the right style. Gonna get some peroxide at the beauty supply. See ya later! Nnn, I wanna be a platinum blonde. Aah! Just like all the sexy stars. Marilyn and Jeane, Jayne, Mae and Marlene. Yeah they, they really had fun. Now if you need me on Sunday and you look twice and see, that platinum blonde is gonna be me! In a double processed luminous day-glo shade. When I get this color I'll have it made in the shade. Oh, I hope I'm OK! I wanna be a platinum blonde! I wanna be a platinum blonde. Honey, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta! I gotta be a platinum blonde! I gotta be a platinum blonde. I gotta be a platinum blonde! I'll hit the bottle baby. |
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from Blondie - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
Poet's problem, patron's sin, puts me in the place I'm in.
Passion's letter, poison pen, on these two things I can depend. You will write your number, that's not all. I will not be there when you call. I think I'll do a line and then again... Dirty dealer's school of thought. An armchair for the strength you've lost. The TV set's been on all night. You were wrong and I was right. You will write your number on the wall. I will not be there when you call. I think I'll do a line and then again... |
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from Blondie - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
I was all alone with the scent of a bone and my heart was stuck in this emptiness zone.
I had not a care, though I wanted to hear the voice of a maiden who was playing down there... At the rifle range, I lost my heart. At the rifle range, I could not start. At the rifle range, she left me so hot! At the rifle range. Like a victim of truce I was strung on a noose cracking at the news of a prey let loose. I turned around to stare at the face she would wear and I ran through the gallows, her heart was down there. At the rifle range, I lost my heart. At the rifle range, I could not start. At the rifle range, I heard a shot! At the rifle range. If I lose my head, we'll be certainly dead, with visions of acid, how I wish they bled. The drummings of fear cause they're getting so near and I think of a lion who was devoured down there. Yeah yeah yeah! At the rifle range, I lost my heart. At the rifle range, I could not start. At the rifle range, I heard a shot. At the rifle range, she left me so hot! At the rifle range, Bang bang! At the rifle range, Bang bang! At the rifle range, Bang bang! |
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from Blondie - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
Hey psst psst here she comes now
Oh you know her Would ya look at that hair Yeah you know her Check out those shoes She looks like she stepped out of the middle of somebody’s blues She looks like the Sunday comics She thinks she’s Brenda Starr Her nose job is real atomic All she needs is an old knife scar Ehhh, she’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull come on rip her to shreds Oh you know her "Miss Groupie Supreme" Yeah you know her "Vera Vogue" on parade Red eye shadow Green mascara Yuck She’s too much She looks like she don’t know better A case of partial extreme Dressed in a Robert Hall sweater Acting like a soap opera queen Ehhh, she’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She got the nerve to tell me she’s not "on it" But her expression is too serene Yeah she looks like she washes with Comet Always looking to create a scene Ehhh, she’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull Rip her to shreds Oh you know her "Miss Groupie Supreme" Yeah you know her "Vera Vogue" on parade Yeah you know her with the fish eating grin She’s so dull Yeah she got the nerve to tell me Huh she’s so dull Yeah there she goes now She making out with King Kong She take her boat to Hong Kong Well bye bye sugar And not a minute too soon |
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from Blondie - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
We took too long to park the car
Ran across the street into the bar Your face said it was four o'clock I closed my eyes and hear a shot The traffic lights were much too hot I walked my eyes around the block Purple shadows were so thin I had to close my eyes again I didn't know they were important to you I thought their faces were a poster Natural things, scenery You showed me your kind of madness Saw sound slipping silently Time passenger to future shock I closed my eyes and saw you drop |
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from Blondie - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
Giant ants from space
Snuff the human race Then they eat your face never leave a trace La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la They shoot fire all around Tokyo burns down Everybody drowns The moon falls on the ground La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la They can't be stopped at all The buildings start to fall Soldiers shoot all day and then they run away La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la The world is holocaust Everything is lost Mankind is destroyed Sprinkled in the void La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Giant ants from space waste the human race Then they eat your face never leave a trace La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la |
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from Blondie - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
Ah, you hate me.
Yeah, you hate me. You think I don't see murder in your eye when you're looking at me. Eh, you love me. Yeah, you love me. You don't wanna be noticeably enamored of me. So Bon Voyage sweetface, keep looking for the hole in one. Take a look at what you've done. Be a man, get yourself a trenchcoat. I'm feeling crazy can you get me a gun? Oh... I hate you. I hate you! You think I don't see your inlimited insecurity. I love you. Yeah, I love you, 'cause you know me by what I let you, by what I let you see. I love you. I love you, 'cause you know me by what I let you, by what I let you see. |
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from Blondie - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
(Spoken)
I saw you standing on the corner, you looked so big and fine. I really wanted to go out with you, so when you smiled, I laid my heart on the line You read me my rights and then you said |
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from Blondie - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
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 The Christmas Selection (2004)
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 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 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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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 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)
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)
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)
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 - Blonde And Beyond-Rarities And Oddities (2003)
Afterglow in a distant row
The door is open and the lights are cold The children come in here and they dare the ghost Like a fire burning in a stone Silent light in the theater's sky Phantom cigarette and a silent cry The door swings open and it's cold outside Run and hide run and hide They can still see him singing on the corner Singing songs that never fade away Fade into the kids that come along Memory in a silent seat Melody on a long retreat Like an angel on a balcony Like an angel on a balcony |
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from Blondie - Blonde And Beyond-Rarities And Oddities (2003)
Well you're dirty and sweet
Clad in Black Don't look back And I love you You're dirty and sweet oh yeah. Well you're slim and you're weak You got the teeth Of the Hydra upon you. You're dirty sweet And you're my girl. Get It On Bang a gong Get It On You're built like a car You got a hubcap Diamond star halo You're built like a car Oh yeah. You're an untamed youth That's the truth With your cloak full of eagles You're dirty sweet And you're my girl Well you're windy and wild You got the blues I'm your shoes and your stockings. You're windy and wild Oh yeah. Oh take me These boots were made for walking And that's just what they'll do Oh you're still, pretty good |
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from Blondie - Blonde And Beyond-Rarities And Oddities (2003)
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 - Blonde And Beyond-Rarities And Oddities (2003)
Oh Denis ooh-be-do, I'm in love with you Denis ooh-be-do, I'm in love with you Denis ooh-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 avee tes yeux si bleus Denis Denis Quand j'ai peche' pour deux Denis Denis Pour un baiser d'eternite' Denis Denis Je suis folle de toi Denis Denis Embrasse moi ce soir Denis Denis Pour un baiser d'eternite Oh Denis ooh-be-do, I'm in love with you Denis ooh-be-do, I'm in love with you Denis ooh-be-do, I'm in love with you |
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from Blondie - Blonde And Beyond-Rarities And Oddities (2003)
When I was 17 I saw a magazine.
It had those English boys who had long hair. When I was on my own they moved into my town, and I just called 'em up and they'd be there. In 1969 I had a lousy time. I listened to the songs, read letters sent from Nam. Now peace and love were gone, the tired soldiers home. Ideal society gunned down the '70s Does it feel the same to you? Why do you act the way you do? Pack it up or pack it in. There's no excuse. Could the hands of time reverse? Would we wake or take the ride and again speak with one voice? We knew each other well although we never met. Messages passed to tell equal respect. Coincidence recurred. I had to laugh a lot. One week hung up superb, said maybe not. |
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from Blondie - Blonde And Beyond-Rarities And Oddities (2003)
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 Blondie - Blonde And Beyond-Rarities And Oddities (2003)
I, I will be Queen
And you, you will be King Though nothing will drive them away We can beat them just for one day We can be heroes just for one day And you, you can be new And I, I'll drag you all the time 'Cause we're lovers, and that is a fact Yes, we're lovers, and that is that Though nothing will keep us together We can steal time just for one day We can be heroes forever and ever What do you say I, I wish you could swim Like the dolphins, like dolphins can swim Though nothing, nothing will keep us together We can beat them forever and ever Oh, we can be heroes just for one day I, I would be Queen And you, you would be King Though nothing will drive them away We can be heroes just for one day We can be honest just for one day I, I remember (I remember) Standing by the wall (by the wall) The guns shot above our heads (above our heads) And we kissed as though nothing could fall (Nothing could fall) And the shame was on the other side Oh, we can beat them forever and ever Then we can be heroes just for one day We can be heroes We can be heroes We can be heroes just for one day Just for one day |
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from Blondie - Blonde And Beyond-Rarities And Oddities (2003)
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 - Blonde And Beyond-Rarities And Oddities (2003)
In Babylon on the boulevard of broken
dreams my will power at the lowest ebb Oh what can I do? Oh buccaneer! Can ya help me put my truck in gear? Can ya take me far away from here save my soul from sin? "You wanna get away? You’ve had it man? Nothing’s going right so come sit on the sands of the island! Island of lost souls No luxuries No no! Amenities Too dull your senses Oh oh! Only primitive! Hey hey "really get away!" is what he said Where did he go? I’m tired of waiting here for him Where can he be? He’s not with me! Where did he go? What will I do alone? Why did he run run away from me? "The sky is blue the sea is warm and clear and golden sands Are calling out to you Inviting Make a new man outta you You can come for a while come with a friend forget about work start all over again Let the real you through Here’s what we do Where did he go? I’m tired of waiting here for him Where can he be? He’s not with me! Where did he go? What will I do alone? Why did he run run away from me? Oh-oh oh-oh! Oh buccaneer! Can ya help me put my truck in gear? Can ya take me far away from here save my soul from sin? No luxuries No no! Amenities Too dull your senses Oh oh! Only primitive hey hey really get away Island of lost souls Eee ya ya ya ya ya! Island of Lost Souls Iya iya iya iya island Iya island Island of lost so oh oh oh oh Iya iya Island of lost souls Forget about work Forget about work! Start all over again! Oh oh oh oh Island of lost souls Island of lost so oh oh oh oh Far away from Babylon Oh oh oh oh oh On the boulevard Oh oh Of broken dreams Island of lost so oh oh oh Oh oh! |
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from Blondie - Blonde And Beyond-Rarities And Oddities (2003)
Now we're gonna do something new for ya, it's called "picture this". 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, oh... 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 oh ooh whoa... 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, oh... If you could... 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 oh ooh whoa... 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. Ok. |
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from Blondie - Blonde And Beyond-Rarities And Oddities (2003)
Poet's problem, patron's sin, puts me in the place i'm in. Passion's letter, poison pen, on these two things i can depend. You will write your number, that's not all. I will not be there when you call. I think i'll do a line and then again... Dirty dealer's school of thought. An armchair for the strength you've lost. The tv set's been on all night. You were wrong and i was right. You will write your number on the wall. I will not be there when you call. I think i'll do a line and then again... |
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from Blondie - Blonde And Beyond-Rarities And Oddities (2003)
Love is a burning thing
It makes a fire ring Bound by wild desire I fell into, a ring of fire Taste, my love sweet When hearts like ours meet I fell for you like a child Ohh, the fire went wild I fell into a burning ring of fire I went down, down, down The flame swept higher And it burns, burns, burns That ring of fire, that ring of fire |
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from Blondie - Blonde And Beyond-Rarities And Oddities (2003)
We took too long to park the car. ran across the street into the bar. your face said it was four o'clock. i closed my eyes and hear a shot. the traffic lights were much too hot. i walked my eyes Nd the block. purple shadows were so thin. i had to close my eyes again. i didn't know they were important to you. i thought their faces were a poster. natural things, scenery. you showed me you D of madness. saw sound slipping silently. time passenger to future shock. i closed my eyes and saw you drop |
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