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from L7 - Smell The Magic (2008)
You and me 'till the wheels fall off
You and me, we just fit I'm addicted and i can't quit You and me 'till the wheels fall off ... (???) ... (???) You and me 'till the wheels fall off You and me, we just fit I'm addicted and i can't quit You and me 'till the wheels fall off People say you're (?) I don't care, let's go, go, go You and me 'till the wheels fall off |
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from L7 - Smell The Magic (2008)
Well I hate the rain when I drive
Right on thru Cause the windows are broken on my 455 Right on thru It don't rain much but when it do That dirty old rain comes right on thru Right on thru Through to you! I had some pigeons livin on my ledge Right on thru Dirty winged rats living on the edge Right on thru I give em a shot too Right on thru The pigeon shit seeps right on thru Right on thru Through to you Well you built your house made out of lead Right on thru It keeps out those things that you dread Right on thru It don't matter where you hide Right on thru Because reality always crashes inside Right on thru Through to you |
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from Donita Sparks - In Outer Space (2004)
We're a fun bunch of guys
And we come from outer space On the planet where we're from War is even fun We're a fun bunch of guys We're a fun bunch of guys Here to infiltrate and get a tan We arrived here from the sky On that cream pie parked outside We're a fun bunch of guys We're a fun bunch of guys We speak English real good On our TV's in the sky Your reruns come in fine We're a fun bunch of guys --------------------------------------------------- |
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from Donita Sparks - In Outer Space (2004)
Think about the places we've had our little fun
In the church at Christmas, busted by that nun Then in that museum, beneath the mastadon Stating our positions on the White House lawn CHORUS All you ever think about is sex All you ever think about exclusively All you ever think about is sex, all right with me Say, do you remember the Dodgers and the Mets 50,000 people saw us and turned red I'm still not recovered from Saturday's faux pas When your faather came home, saw us, and dropped dead CHORUS In a world of lovers, we don't love each other much Fact is, we're too busy to love each other much CHORUS ----------------------------------------------------------- |
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from Donita Sparks - 12 Mixes (2004)
Think about the places we've had our little fun
In the church at Christmas, busted by that nun Then in that museum, beneath the mastadon Stating our positions on the White House lawn CHORUS All you ever think about is sex All you ever think about exclusively All you ever think about is sex, all right with me Say, do you remember the Dodgers and the Mets 50,000 people saw us and turned red I'm still not recovered from Saturday's faux pas When your faather came home, saw us, and dropped dead CHORUS In a world of lovers, we don't love each other much Fact is, we're too busy to love each other much CHORUS ----------------------------------------------------------- |
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from Donita Sparks - Plagiarism (1997)
The lawns grow plush in the hinterlands
The perfect little setting for the one night stands. The drapes are drawn and the lights are out It's the time to put in practise what you've dreamed about. Well she can show you what you must do To be more like people better than you. Amateur hour goes on and on When you turn pro you know she'll let you know Amateur hour goes on and on When you turn pro you know she tells you so. Girls grow tops to go topless in While we sit and count the hairs that blossom from our chins. Our voices change at a rapid pace I could start a song a tenor and then end as bass. So choose your partners everyone If you hesitate the good ones are gone. Amateur hour goes on and on . . . Dance laugh wine dine and talk and sing But those cannot replace what is the real thing It's a lot like playing the violin You cannot start off and be Yehudi Menuhin. So Amateur hour goes on and on . . . |
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from L7 - Smell The Magic (2008)
Don't wanna drown
Don't wanna be found This is not my destiny Oh yeah No twentieth century casualty Oh yeah I don't wanna watch television I don't wanna listen to the radio I don't wanna drown in american society Don't wanna be rich Now can't you see the way they dress They dress Well they're a bloody tax mess I don't wanna go to the movies I don't wanna listen to the company Don't wanna drown in american society |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
Down in North Hollywood
There's a guy with long hair He's really, really nice But we had a problem Andres I'm sorry The key is stuck in the lock And we need some A/C It's burning up in here We've got something to tell you Andres I'm sorry Andres I'm sorry Down in north hollywood Know a guy with long hair He's really really nice But we had a problem Andres I'm sorry Andres I'm sorry Andres... |
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from Donita Sparks - Plagiarism (1997)
I hope it doesn't show
It'll go 'way It's just a passing phase It'll go 'way You can dress nautical Learn to tie knots Take lots of Dramamine Out on your yacht But when you're all alone And nothing bites You'll wish you stayed at home With someone nice But when you think you made it disappear It comes again, "Hello, I'm here" and I've got angst in my pants You can be smart as hell Know how to add Know how to figure things On yellow pads Answer so no one knows What you just said But when you're all alone You and your head What's the computer say, it's mumbling now It says "hey Joe" It's spelled it out and "You've got angst in your pants" "You've got angst in your pants" But when you think you've made it disappear You're sure you made it disappear And you've still got angst in your pants I hope it doesn't show It'll go 'way It's just a passing phase It'll go 'way I hope it doesn't show It'll go 'way Give it a hundred years It won't go 'way And I've got angst in my pants I've got angst in my pants |
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from Donita Sparks - Angst In My Pants (2004)
I hope it doesn't show
It'll go 'way It's just a passing phase It'll go 'way You can dress nautical Learn to tie knots Take lots of Dramamine Out on your yacht But when you're all alone And nothing bites You'll wish you stayed at home With someone nice But when you think you made it disappear It comes again, "Hello, I'm here" and I've got angst in my pants You can be smart as hell Know how to add Know how to figure things On yellow pads Answer so no one knows What you just said But when you're all alone You and your head What's the computer say, it's mumbling now It says "hey Joe" It's spelled it out and "You've got angst in your pants" "You've got angst in your pants" But when you think you've made it disappear You're sure you made it disappear And you've still got angst in your pants I hope it doesn't show It'll go 'way It's just a passing phase It'll go 'way I hope it doesn't show It'll go 'way Give it a hundred years It won't go 'way And I've got angst in my pants I've got angst in my pants |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
I suppose I should say a few words here
Let it all out Try to let it all out I like the sign with the blinking light I like the sign it makes me feel alright I like the lights yeah they’re soothing me I like the lights when they get blurry But something out there’s messing with me A strange dose of reality I had some things I had to do today I had some things my head got in the way I thought a drive might make it okay I thought a drive would take it all away I can’t shake what’s hanging over me I can’t shake it this brain freeze Something out there’s messing with me Bad things come in more than threes Bad things bad things I just wanna Bad things, bad things I wanna wanna Bad things, bad things Come on, I wanna Bad things, bad things I just wanna feel good And I feel so bad I like the sound of the urban din I like the sound it fits the mood I’m in The city plays it’s manic song The city plays I want to sing along I can’t shake what’s hanging over me I can’t shake it this brain freeze Bad things keep happening to me Bad things come in more than threes Bad things, bad things I just wanna.. Bad things, bad things I wanna, wanna.. Bad things, bad things Come on I wanna.. Bad things, bad things I just wanna feel good I had some things I had to do today I had some things my head got in the way I can’t shake what’s hanging over me I just can’t shake what’s hanging over me Bad things bad things I just wanna.. Bad things, bad things I wanna, wanna Bad things, bad things Come on I wanna.. Bad things, bad things I just wanna feel good |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
I'm lookin' old today
In a very sort of jaded way cynical and hard Weeds all over my yard I can't remember the summer It's all a blur, yeah It's been pilin' high It's been pilin' up so goddamn high Now I've got baggage I'm probably tagged for life My self-righteous eyes Wanna close the book It's got nothing to do with the looks Can't keep it together, losing my grip Yeah, i've been sinking down Time to abandon ship It's hard to swim with baggage My friends are all strangers They stopped calling weeks ago But guilt's a heavy load It's a very very heavy load Packed in my baggage |
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from Donita Sparks - Plagiarism (1997)
Mael-Mael
I was born a little premature Mom just couldn't take no more Had no time to learn to cry Goodbye, Mama, got to fly Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye Entered school when I was two PhD'd that afternoon Never entered any sports Didn't look too good in shorts Got divorced when I was four CHORUS: I've seen everything there is I've done everything there is I've met everyone but Liz Now I've even met ol' Liz No time for relationship Skip the foreplay, let 'er rip You gotta beat the clock, beat the clock, Beat the clock, beat the clock I did lots of travelling Parts of me unraveling The Army then rejected me Said I had two flat feet Wore them out when I was three Too bad there ain't ten of you Then I'd show you what I'd do I could cheat on five of you And be faithful to you too But there's only one of you CHORUS |
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from Donita Sparks - 12 Mixes (2004)
Mael-Mael
I was born a little premature Mom just couldn't take no more Had no time to learn to cry Goodbye, Mama, got to fly Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye Entered school when I was two PhD'd that afternoon Never entered any sports Didn't look too good in shorts Got divorced when I was four CHORUS: I've seen everything there is I've done everything there is I've met everyone but Liz Now I've even met ol' Liz No time for relationship Skip the foreplay, let 'er rip You gotta beat the clock, beat the clock, Beat the clock, beat the clock I did lots of travelling Parts of me unraveling The Army then rejected me Said I had two flat feet Wore them out when I was three Too bad there ain't ten of you Then I'd show you what I'd do I could cheat on five of you And be faithful to you too But there's only one of you CHORUS |
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Bite the wax, bite the wax tadpole
Bite the wax, bite the wax tadpole Bite it - tadpole Bite it - tadpole He has a.... to webs... Hide the hole Hide the hole in your head, baby Bite it Tadpole Bite it Tadpole Bite the wax, bite the wax tadpole Bite the wax, bite the wax tadpole Bite it Tadpole bite it Tadpole He has a... to webs... Hide the hole Hide the hole in your head, baby |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Bite the wax, bite the wax tadpole
Bite the wax, bite the wax tadpole Bite it - tadpole Bite it - tadpole He has (hides?) a....(?).....to webs.. Hide the hole Hide the hole in your head, baby Bite it Tadpole Bite it Tadpole Bite the wax, bite the wax tadpole Bite the wax, bite the wax tadpole Bite it Tadpole bite it Tadpole He has (hides?) a....(?).....to webs.. Hide the hole Hide the hole in your head, baby |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
I’ll drink bitter wine
I’ll eat humble pie I’ll do all this For some peace I'll do all this for peace of mind Can we trust each other I'm not your keeper No farewell sister Try to have savoir-faire Pretend like I just don't care You'll do all this just to get high I'll do all this to just get by |
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from L7 - Smell The Magic (2008)
I've got my broomstick, baby
I've got my paperback novel I'm gonna lay right here And I ain't gonna grovel What's the use of lying I won't believe you What's the use of crying It won't relieve you I've got my broomstick I've got my paperback novel I'm gonna lay right here right now And I ain't gonna grovel |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
Are these sensible shoes on my feet
I wear my shades so our eyes don't meet I'm scared every fuckin' day I wear my headphones so i can't hear what you say Can i run Switch to paranoid from having fun Will he use his hands, knife, or a gun Knuckles are white, wrapped around my mace Comes from living in a terrorist state Can i run When he's following me He's not my brother, he's my enemy Is he behind the door or in back of the tree Is he under the bed, is he in the back street Can i run |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Cat-o-nine-tails
Cat-o-nine lives Little pussy purrs, hold her tight and she's yours Think I'm allergic and I don't know why Think I'm allergic and it makes me cry You're scratchin' me baby Right down to my heart Now claw the couch now that we're apart Think I'm allergic and I don't know why Think I'm allergic and it makes me cry I love you baby And i don't mean to hound But they're chasin' my heart Now that you're not around Think I'm allergic and I don't know why Think I'm allergic and it makes me cry Cat-o-nine tails |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Cat-o-nine-tails
Cat-o-nine lives Little pussy purrs, hold her tight and she's yours Think I'm allergic and I don't know why Think I'm allergic and it makes me cry You're scratchin' me baby Right down to my heart Now claw the couch now that we're apart Think I'm allergic and I don't know why Think I'm allergic and it makes me cry I love you baby And i don't mean to hound But they're chasin' my heart Now that you're not around Think I'm allergic and I don't know why Think I'm allergic and it makes me cry Cat-o-nine tails |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Are you gonna join?
Are you the half that's gonna swallow the gun? Exactly where do you stand You seem to have trouble being human You've got a habit of starting a fight You wanna punch out somebody's light Messing with other people's lives What makes you think That you've got that right Cool out Yeah what's your problem? Cool out Cool out Yeah you're a psycho Just cool out Cool out |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Are you gonna join?
Are you the half that's gonna swallow the gun? Exactly where do you stand You seem to have trouble being human You've got a habit of starting a fight You wanna punch out somebody's light Messing with other people's lives What makes you think That you've got that right Cool out Yeah what's your problem? Cool out Cool out Yeah you're a psycho Just cool out Cool out |
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from Donita Sparks - 12 Mixes (2004)
I wanna got to cool places with you
I wanna take you cool places tonight I wanna go where nobody's a fool And no one says uh, "Hey girl, need a light?" I want to move like this and that A minimum of chit chat I never wanna cool down, cool down, cool cool cool, Cool places tonight I gotta tell you, you're lookin' real good They let us in so I'm feelin' all right I like to go where sometimes they refuse Yeah, I remember last Saturday night But I'm feeling cooler now And they could tell we're cooler now It's obvious we're cooler now, cooler now, cool cool cool, Cool places tonight I wanna go, I wanna go, etc. I want to go to cool places tonight I wanna go to cool places with you And after that we'll slip out for a bite A coffee shop, and toast, coffee and juice And then we'll sleep 'til 5 p.m. And start it up all over again I never want to cool down, cool down, cool cool cool I wanna go, I wanna go, etc. I want to go to cool places tonight I wanna go to cool places with you |
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from Donita Sparks - In Outer Space (2004)
I wanna got to cool places with you
I wanna take you cool places tonight I wanna go where nobody's a fool And no one says uh, "Hey girl, need a light?" I want to move like this and that A minimum of chit chat I never wanna cool down, cool down, cool cool cool, Cool places tonight I gotta tell you, you're lookin' real good They let us in so I'm feelin' all right I like to go where sometimes they refuse Yeah, I remember last Saturday night But I'm feeling cooler now And they could tell we're cooler now It's obvious we're cooler now, cooler now, cool cool cool, Cool places tonight I wanna go, I wanna go, etc. I want to go to cool places tonight I wanna go to cool places with you And after that we'll slip out for a bite A coffee shop, and toast, coffee and juice And then we'll sleep 'til 5 p.m. And start it up all over again I never want to cool down, cool down, cool cool cool I wanna go, I wanna go, etc. I want to go to cool places tonight I wanna go to cool places with you |
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from Donita Sparks - In Outer Space (2004)
It's the sound
Of today Played so loud You're in pain I feel good Really great As I talk To my feet Dance godammit Dance godammit I get scared When I'm alone So I don't Stay alone I like clubs I like girls I like music And that's it Dance godammit Dance godammit I do leaps I do splits I do spins I do dips Wanna dance Wanna dance Wanna dance? Do you wanna dance? I get scared When I'm alone Ah, don't leave me All alone Wnna dance Wanna dance Wanna Dance? Do you wanna dance? Dance godammit Dance godammit -------------------------------- -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ Eric Wincentsen 267@ef.gc.maricopa.edu Glendale Community College, Glendale, Arizona "Give me ten wheels for Jesus!" -Elvis Hitler +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- |
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from Donita Sparks - 12 Mixes (2004)
It's the sound
Of today Played so loud You're in pain I feel good Really great As I talk To my feet Dance godammit Dance godammit I get scared When I'm alone So I don't Stay alone I like clubs I like girls I like music And that's it Dance godammit Dance godammit I do leaps I do splits I do spins I do dips Wanna dance Wanna dance Wanna dance? Do you wanna dance? I get scared When I'm alone Ah, don't leave me All alone Wnna dance Wanna dance Wanna Dance? Do you wanna dance? Dance godammit Dance godammit -------------------------------- -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ Eric Wincentsen 267@ef.gc.maricopa.edu Glendale Community College, Glendale, Arizona "Give me ten wheels for Jesus!" -Elvis Hitler +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- |
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from L7 - Smell The Magic (2008)
She wakes up wet in a shower stall
Sewn together, bangs her head on a wall She goes hitchhiking at 3 a.m. Bruised and bloody, does it over again She's got a deathwish In a self-destructive blitz He's got a car that goes real fast He's got a life but it won't last Doesn't even look disturbed When his chevy takes out the curb He's got a deathwish Coming home is a hit or a miss He's got a deathwish In a self-destructive blitz Passed out drunk on the living room floor Gets up and pukes so she can drink some more And evening's party out in the fringe Turns into a two-week binge She's got a deathwish Coming home is a hit or a miss She's got a deathwish In a self-destructive blitz |
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from L7 - Bricks Are Heavy (1992)
My diet pill is wearing off
My diet pill is wearing off 'Cause we're just in the bed Sewn to the sheets with thread The twins are in the car The frying pan is red. Calgon can't take me away No, Calgon can't take me away From the things I did today 'Cause we're just in the bed Sewn to the sheets with thread The twins are in the car The frying pan is red. And Im outta here Im so outta here Im outta here I think the swelling is going down. I said, I think that the swelling is going down. Two hundred dollars to leave this town. 'Cause we're just in the bed Sewn to the sheets with thread. The twins are in the car the frying pan is red. And im outta here Im so outta here Im outta here. |
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from Donita Sparks - Whomp That Sucker (2004)
I am a rhino
Plodding the jungle Dinnertime's here and "Baby I'm home" Me and my baby We are so happy Then I smell vinyl "Darling, let's run!" Don't shoot me Don't shoot me down Don't shoot me Don't shoot me down I am a hippo Sloshing through mud and Work is now over "Baby, I'm home" Isn't she lovely Makes me feel comfy Then I smell Jeeps and "Darling, let's run!" I'm a poor slob from Reno, Nevada I am a hunter of Rhinos and hippos Then I come home from Months in the bush I'm tired, I'm weary "Darling, I'm home" "Darling, darling, what's wrong?" "Darling, darling, what's wrong?" "Darling, darling, who's he?" Don't shoot me Don't shoot me down, down Don't shoot me Don't shoot me down, down, down Nice shooting Nice shooting, dear, dear, dear, dear Nice shooting, Nice shooting, dear |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
Wah wah one and one is two
We got a drama I’m watching TV and I don’t need you Bring on the drama I’ll tell you something and you know it’s true You’re full of drama My piss is yellow and the sky is blue W got a drama Spare me You’re draining me Wah wah one and two is three Bring on the drama There’s something wrong yeah I agree We got a drama I’ll tell you something that you’re choking me With all you’re drama Life stinks and the grass is green We got a drama Spare me, you’re draining me Draining me, draining me, draining me You’re draining me One, two, fuck you Spare me, you’re draining me Draining me, draining me, draining me You’re draining me |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
Wah Wah
One and one is two Bring on the drama I'm watching TV ans i don't need you We got a drama I'll tell you something and you know it's true You're full of drama My piss is yellow and the sky is blue We got a drama Spare me You're draining me Wah Wah One and one is two Bring on the drama There's something wrong yeah I agree We got a drama I'll tell you something you're choking me With all your drama Life stinks and the grass is green We got a drama Spare me You're draining me, draining me |
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from Donita Sparks - Angst In My Pants (2004)
Don't let it get me,
don't let it get me, oww Don't let it get me, don't let it get me, oww don't let it get me, oww don't let it get me, oww Well, it's Saturday night and I'm still free and I ain't never gonna be eaten by the monster of love (Don't let it get me) It's hard to fight it off much more I can hear it droolin' by the door eaten by the monster of love (Don't let it get me) It ain't a pretty sight to see the way it leaves 'em (Don't let it get me) It chews 'em up and spits out creatures with those goo-gooey eyes sick-sickly smiles It just ain't right And my father said, "Don't worry, son" But look at him, he shoulda' run eaten by the monster of love Don't let it get me, don't let it get me, oww. don't let it get me, oww. don't let it get me, oww Well, it's worse than war, it's worse than death There ain't too many left who ain't been eaten by the monster of love (Don't let it get me) Buy a dog and that might help but sometimes though a dog gets rabid eaten by the monster of love (Don't let it get me) It ain't a pretty sight to see the way it leaves 'em (Don't let it get me) It chews 'em up and spits out creatures with those goo-gooey eyes sick-sickly smiles It just ain't right Eaten by the monster of love (Don't let it get me) let it huff, let it puff (Don't let it get me) Eaten by the monster of love (Don't let it get me) I hate to gripe but I just ain't the type Don't let it get me, don't let it get me, oww Don't let it get me, don't let it get me, oww Don't let it get me, don't let it get me, oww. Don't let it get me, don't let it get me, oww. Well, I know some really good good people overcome and piece by piece they were eaten by the monster of love (Don't let it get me) Sometimes it takes a nip at me but I'm too quick to ever be eaten by the monster of love Don't let it get me, don't let it get me, oww. don't let it get me, oww. don't let it get me, oww. Eaten by the monster of love (Don't let it get me) Eaten by the monster of love (Don't let it get me) Eaten by the monster of love (Don't let it get me) ((fade)) |
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from L7 - Bricks Are Heavy (1992)
Glade told her ma, "home scene's lame."
"I gotta go into town, blow some steam at the rock show." Sneak through the back door and head for the pit And then some drunk stupid bruiser started giving her shit! Rednecks on parade "Don't cross my line!" says Everglade Everglade. He was whipping through the pit, knocked her onto the stage, She said, "Have your fun, but stop being so lame." The guy was drunk stupid He must have wieghed a ton Said, "Get outta here girlie! "Im just trying to have some fun." So you wanna have some fun? Well, break out the big guns. Rednecks on parade "Dont cross my line." says Everglade yeah, Everglade yeah, Everglade He kept it up His fists started flying They dodged each punch As he kept trying Tripped on his own feet and hit the floor Glade got to pushin' and rolled him out of the door So you wanna have some fun? Then break out the big guns! Rednecks on parade "Dont cross my line," says Everglade says Everglade says Everglade yeah, Everglade |
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from Donita Sparks - Pulling Rabbits Out of A Hat (2004)
Everybody move
Move it on up and move it down Sweet little thing ease it down Fall in the pool and you'll drown Everybody move Wear out the soles of your shoes Wear out the soles of your feet Move to the beat, toute de suite There's a red lite a comin' There's a red lite a comin' Slam on the brakes and slow down Everybody move Unwanted pounds will disappear You'll have an itty bitty rear Better lay off of the beer There's a new thang a comin' There's a new thang a comin' Better do something with your hair -------------------------------------------------------- |
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from L7 - Smell The Magic (2008)
Her glance hits me like lightning
I heard that girl is fast and frightening Dirty hair and a laugh that's mean Her neighbors call her an evil machine She's fast, she's lean She's frightening She's fast, she's lean She's frightening Popping wheelies on her motorbike Straight girls wish they were dykes She'll do anything on a dare Mom and Daddy's worst nightmare Down at the creek smoking pot She eats the roach so she don't get caught Throws her mini off in the halls Got so much clit she don't need no balls |
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from Donita Sparks - Gratuitous Sax & Senseless Violins (0000)
Might as well just say it
Might as well just come out and say it You have your fans, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn All that Moonlight and Magnolia It just doesn't cut it, it just doesn't cut it anymore You had your chance, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn Ashley Wilkes, gentleman that he is, he'll protect you You had your fans, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn If I wanted to, I could remove all thoughts of him from your head Like this, like this Like this, like this You can lie all you want to do You can cry all you want to do You can scheme all you want to do See if I care You've had your fans, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn Buildings were burning to the right of us Buildings were burning to the left of us Those fires are out now You have your fans, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn That soft southern accent Delivered without the slightest trace of a British accent Even that's starting to wear on me I've made my plans, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn If I wanted to, I could remove all thoughts of him from your head Like this, like this Like this, like this You can lie all you want to do You can cry all you want to do You can scheme all you want to do See if I care You had your plans, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn We cut each other so much slack That we were both falling over backwards You had your chance, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn Got my bearings now, know where I'm going now?out...out... You had your chance, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn Might as well just say it Might as well just come out and say it Might as well just say it Might as well just come out and say it I've made my plans, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn I've made my plans, and frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn I've made my plans, and frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
Liars, losers, coming at me
What i need is sanctuary Minding my own business Getting in my face Violating my personal space Freak magnet Jerk appeal Something about you Is so not right Nightmare, nightmare In the daylight Asking for my number You wanna give me a call But i've got your message Written on the wall Freak magnet Jerk appeal Always bugging me Why don't you get a clue 'Cause i don't want to Talk to you I know that look in your eye I've seen it before I've given you all of my change But you want something more Freak magnet Jerk appeal |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
I've got a word of thanks
Thanks that i'd like to say For the rage that i feel For the rage that i feel today Gotta stack gotta stack Stack of chips on my shoulder In everything i do Cause i made i made i made The mistake, the mistake of trusting you People like you just fuel my fire People like you just fuel, yeah My layers are thick And i got a bad attitude Yeah that knife in my back Has fingerprints that belong to you Gotta grudge gotta grudge gotta grudge That i'm holding for you As long as i live 'Cause you lied you lied you lied And that's something that i can't forgive You liar People like you just fuel my fire People like you just fuel, yeah |
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from Donita Sparks - Plagiarism (1997)
I looked a lot like a Vogue Magazine
Perfect and smooth, they all called me a dream Flawless and loveless, no intimacy I only lived to be seen Not to be touched, too clean Funny Face, I want a Funny Face Funny Face, I want a Funny Face Billions of dollars are spent on the face Covering, smoothing, and changing the shape Everyone wanted a face just like mine Nobody wanted me Only to look like me Funny Face, I want a Funny Face Funny Face, I want a Funny Face I'm ungrateful but I don't care I hear comments from everywhere Probably nothing behind the face The face, the face That was the day that I jumped off the bridge Trying to end it all, I barely lived Doctor Lamaar said "your face is a mess" All of the rest you can guess I got my one request (He got his one request) And I am happy, yes (And he is happy, yes) I got my one request (He got his Funny Face) And I am happy, yes And I am happy, happy, happy, happy, happy Funny Face, I got my Funny Face Funny Face, I got my Funny Face |
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from Donita Sparks - Whomp That Sucker (2004)
I looked a lot like a Vogue Magazine
Perfect and smooth, they all called me a dream Flawless and loveless, no intimacy I only lived to be seen Not to be touched, too clean Funny Face, I want a Funny Face Funny Face, I want a Funny Face Billions of dollars are spent on the face Covering, smoothing, and changing the shape Everyone wanted a face just like mine Nobody wanted me Only to look like me Funny Face, I want a Funny Face Funny Face, I want a Funny Face I'm ungrateful but I don't care I hear comments from everywhere Probably nothing behind the face The face, the face That was the day that I jumped off the bridge Trying to end it all, I barely lived Doctor Lamaar said "your face is a mess" All of the rest you can guess I got my one request (He got his one request) And I am happy, yes (And he is happy, yes) I got my one request (He got his Funny Face) And I am happy, yes And I am happy, happy, happy, happy, happy Funny Face, I got my Funny Face Funny Face, I got my Funny Face |
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from Donita Sparks - Gratuitous Sax & Senseless Violins (0000)
You need another relative, you need it right away
What should I do, what should I do? Another entertainment so that they won't go away I thought of you and how you blew 'til you were blue Throw in some Gratuituous sax No, no use in lecturing them, or in threatening them They will just say "who are you" Is that a question or not, and you see that the plot Is predictable, not new But you're still stunned at the things you will do No, no use in taking their time or in wasting two dimes On a call to God knows who When all you feel is the rain and it's hard to be vain When no person looks at you So just be gracious and wait in the queue So when do I get to sing 'My Way' When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt When do I get to sing 'My Way' In heaven or hell When do I get to do it my way When do I get to feel like Sid Vicious felt When do I get to sing 'My Way' In heaven or hell Yes, it's a tradition they say, like a bright Christmas Day And traditions must go on And though I say, yes I see, no I really don't see Is my smiley face still on? Sign your name with an X, mow the lawn So when do I get to sing 'My Way' When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt When do I get to sing 'My Way' In heaven or hell When do I get to do it my way When do I get to feel like Sid Vicious felt When do I get to sing 'My Way' In heaven or hell They'll introduce me, 'Hello, hello' Women seduce me and champagne flows Then the lights go low There's only one song I know There, this home which once was serene, now is home to the screams and to flying plates and shoes But I have no souvenirs of these crackerjack years Not a moment I could choose And not one offer that I could refuse So when do I get to sing 'My Way' When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt When do I get to sing 'My Way' In heaven or hell When do I get to do it my way When do I get to feel like Sid Vicious felt When do I get to sing 'My Way' In heaven or hell |
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from Donita Sparks - Gratuitous Sax & Senseless Violins (0000)
I'm the wife of Clinton
I don't have a problem with all of this They come and go, of course I know, I know everything You don't know my thinking, who I dream of, or the gifts that I bring One thing is clear, the atmosphere is thin and it's cold I am Madame Mao Following the Tao to the extreme I know the score, all this and more they're still in their teens You don't know my thinking, who I dream of, or the gifts that I bring One thing is true, I won't leave clues to where I have been Hear no evil (Monkey 1 says you shouldn't hear it) See no evil (Monkey 2 says you shouldn't see it) Speak no evil (Monkey 3 says you shouldn't speak it) Hear no evil (Monkey 1 says you shouldn't hear it) See no evil (Monkey 2 says you shouldn't see it) Speak no evil (Monkey 3 says you shouldn't speak it) We on the Potomac love good times We on the Yangtze love good times We on the Nile love good times Can't get enough of good times More than enough love to go 'round More than enough power to go 'round More than enough bids to be found More than enough bids to go down Hear no evil (Monkey 1 says you shouldn't hear it) See no evil (Monkey 2 says you shouldn't see it) Speak no evil (Monkey 3 says you shouldn't speak it) Hear no evil (Monkey 1 says you shouldn't hear it) See no evil (Monkey 2 says you shouldn't see it) Speak no evil (Monkey 3 says you shouldn't speak it) Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil I am Cleopatra, Caesar's former lover, now I am yours Marc Antony, you're biting off more than you can chew Monkey 1 says you shouldn't hear it Monkey 2 says you shouldn't see it Monkey 3 says you shouldn't speak it Monkey 1 says you shouldn't hear it Monkey 2 says you shouldn't see it Monkey 3 says you shouldn't speak it Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
I drink, i get drunk and fall on my face
All my friends tell me i'm a basket case I drink, i get drunk and fall on my face I got so drunk I don't remember what happened But everybody said I had a real good time I drink, i get drunk and fall on my face All my friends tell me i'm a basket case I drink, i get drunk and fall on my face Went to a bar I met a guy, he bought me white Russians I puked outside in the parking lot While he tried to kiss me Seein' blurry Talkin' slurry Feelin' queasy This is sleazy I drink, i get drunk and fall on my face All my friends tell me i'm a basket case I drink, i get drunk and fall on my face I went for drinks in Hollywood Came to somewhere in Hawthorne Broke up a bush, drove into a tree And rolled down a hill with my mouth wide open Seein' blurry Talkin' slurry Feelin' queasy This is sleazy |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
I drink, i get drunk and fall on my face
All my friends tell me i'm a basket case I drink, i get drunk and fall on my face I got so drunk I don't remember what happened But everybody said I had a real good time I drink, i get drunk and fall on my face All my friends tell me i'm a basket case I drink, i get drunk and fall on my face Went to a bar I met a guy, he bought me white Russians I puked outside in the parking lot While he tried to kiss me Seein' blurry Talkin' slurry Feelin' queasy This is sleazy I drink, i get drunk and fall on my face All my friends tell me i'm a basket case I drink, i get drunk and fall on my face I went for drinks in Hollywood Came to somewhere in Hawthorne Broke up a bush, drove into a tree And rolled down a hill with my mouth wide open Seein' blurry Talkin' slurry Feelin' queasy This is sleazy |
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from Donita Sparks - Whomp That Sucker (2004)
Well, I married a Martian
And boy, am I sorry Well, she came down from the sky She couldn't stand the attitude there She took human form, not bad She seemed different She had a European flair And I said, "where you from?" And she said, she said, "I'm from Mars" I married a Martian Her loving is different Viva la difference Every, every night I married a Martian I took her to Vegas I dressed her in ermine She had the time of her life Though she called me Mister Right I could sense something was wrong She was hardly home at all She'd keep telling me She was doing studies of Earth She had tendencies to flirt And it really did hurt me I married a Martian Boy, am I sorry I don't recommend it To anyone in their right mind I married a Martian I think I see changes I know I see changes She doesn't look like our kind Her arms, her legs, Were growing and growing Her form, once thin, Was changing, was changing I can't describe The changes, so gruesome She looked, she seemed So Martian I married a Martian I'm going to Vegas It isn't for pleasure I'm getting a quickie divorce I married a Martian Boy, am I sorry I don't recommend it To anyone in their right mind I married a Martian Who was I kidding She only had loved me 'Cause I was the first guy she saw I married a Martian And now it is over Go back to your cronies Back to your own form of life I married a Martian They're good in the movies Dramatic potential But they're not so hot in real life |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
Be honest with me
Really you could be frank Come on and lay it on me Come on and validate me, me I need Enough talk about me Let's talk about you What do you think of me? What do you think about me, me, me... I need.. What about my wants What about my needs I want.. I need... |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
Be honest with me
Really you could be frank Come on and lay it on me Come on and validate me, me I need Enough talk about me Let's talk about you What do you think of me? What do you think about me, me, me... I need.. What about my wants What about my needs I want.. I need... |
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from Donita Sparks - Angst In My Pants (2004)
You're gonna take a walk in the rain
And you're gonna get wet (I predict) You're gonna eat a bowl of chow mein And be hungry real soon (I predict) Are my sources correct (I predict) They're gonna find the Queen is a man But that Philip don't care (I predict) Lassie will prove that Elvis and her Had a fleeting affair (I predict) Are my sources correct Are my sources correct Yes I know they're corect (I predict) Men, if you say your prayers You'll never lose your hair L.A. is safe Ain't gonna quake Ain't gonna quake (I predict) And somebody's gonna die But I can't reveal who Cold beer will cure a cold Cold beer and pretzels, takes care of cancer Moscow will march to France They'll do the Can-Can Dance Don't worry, it'll work out Maxim's will throw them out They're gonna stop Saturday night So you better have fun now (I predict) They're gonna stop having the sun So you better get tan now And this song will fade out And this song will fade out And this song will fade out (I predict) |
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from Donita Sparks - 12 Mixes (2004)
You're gonna take a walk in the rain
And you're gonna get wet (I predict) You're gonna eat a bowl of chow mein And be hungry real soon (I predict) Are my sources correct (I predict) They're gonna find the Queen is a man But that Philip don't care (I predict) Lassie will prove that Elvis and her Had a fleeting affair (I predict) Are my sources correct Are my sources correct Yes I know they're corect (I predict) Men, if you say your prayers You'll never lose your hair L.A. is safe Ain't gonna quake Ain't gonna quake (I predict) And somebody's gonna die But I can't reveal who Cold beer will cure a cold Cold beer and pretzels, takes care of cancer Moscow will march to France They'll do the Can-Can Dance Don't worry, it'll work out Maxim's will throw them out They're gonna stop Saturday night So you better have fun now (I predict) They're gonna stop having the sun So you better get tan now And this song will fade out And this song will fade out And this song will fade out (I predict) |
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from Donita Sparks - Gratuitous Sax & Senseless Violins (0000)
'I thought I told you to wait in the car'
'I thought I told you to wait in the car' What's she doing now Has the encore come yet And the bravas and bouquets Don't tell me, don't tell me Someday I'll find a mind of my own 'Til then, I'm content to hear her say 'I thought I told you to wait in the car' 'I thought I told you to wait in the car' I'll turn on the radio And look at myself in the rear-view mirror I know she has an image to protect I know she's not just being mean when she screams I thought I told you to wait in the car What's she doing now Meeting leaders of the Free World She's dressed in black, she's their poster girl Don't tell me, don't tell me I know she has an image to protect I know she's not just being mean when she screams 'I thought I told you to wait in the car' 'I thought I told you to wait in the car' 'I thought I told you to wait in the car' 'I thought I told you to wait in the car' Just a glimpse of it all Just a taste of it all Just one foot in the door In the door of dreamland, in the door of dreamland 'I thought I told you to wait in the car' Walking in on an afternoon tryst Can be a source of embarrassment Embarrassment for all concerned Don't tell me, don't tell me In my wildest dreams I never thought of Warren Beatty as a rival 'I thought I told you to wait in the car' 'I thought I told you to wait in the car' 'I thought I told you to wait in the car' 'I thought I told you to wait in the car' |
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from Donita Sparks - In Outer Space (2004)
Turn out the light, yeah, the light
And I might have a chance I guess I look slightly worse Than the Elephant Man Whoa, oh, oh, I wish I looked a little better Whoa, oh, oh, I wish I looked a little better I went to high school And majored in looking real bad I got a real ugly mom And a real ugly dad Whoa, oh, oh, I wish I looked a little better Whoa, ohWhoa, oh, oh, I wish I looked a little better Dress for success That's what they say I'm such a mess That there just ain't no way I know my breath is the sweetest It really is great But when I try just to kiss you You say, "Better wait." Whoa, oh, oh, I wish I looked a little better Whoa, oh, oh, I wish I looked a little better Dress for success That's whaat they said Gimme some clothes To slap over my head Whoa, oh, oh, I wish I looked a little better Whoa, oh, oh, I wish I looked a little better I went to Balboa Island And laid in the sand I may be as ugly as sin But at lest now I'm tan Whoa, oh, oh, I wish I looked a little better Whoa, oh, oh, I wish I looked a little better Whoa, oh, oh, I wish I looked a little better Whoa, oh, oh, I wish I looked a little better ----------------------------------------------------- |
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from Donita Sparks - Angst In My Pants (2004)
Don't play that riff
Don't play that riff Don't play that riff That takes me back Instant weight loss There was this girl Black hair, so what She called me "Fats" But in one night Instant weight loss One night, one steamy night I'd lose a kilo each hour In ten nights, ten steamy nights And figure a kilo each hour Instant weight loss Then came this guy Some foreign name Had chubby hands Wore lots of chains Instant weight loss That's it What's done is done Erase the past if you can With ice cream, with coconut pie In less than a week I'd undone Instant weight loss Don't play that riff She sang that riff All through the night It's coming back I've gained an ounce I've gained a pound Another pound I've gained a ton So last July This girl pulls up Blonde hair, so what She says "Hey Fats" Instant weight loss (repeats thru fade) |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Suck this
It's not you It ain't you He's the one who can take out my trash He's the one who can scratch on my back He's the one who don't give you flack About what I do, and it's not you baby It's not you It ain't you He's the one who can love me tender He's the one who can fix up my blender He's the one don't give a hoot About what I do, and it's not you baby He's the one who can…(sizzle) He's the one who can…(pant). He's the one who don't give a hoot 'bout what I do, and it's not you NO! |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Suck this
It's not you It ain't you He's the one who can take out my trash He's the one who can scratch on my back He's the one who don't give you flack About what I do, and it's not you baby It's not you It ain't you He's the one who can love me tender He's the one who can fix up my blender He's the one don't give a hoot About what I do, and it's not you baby He's the one who can????(sizzle) He's the one who can????(pant). He's the one who don't give a hoot 'bout what I do, and it's not you NO! |
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from Donita Sparks - Terminal Jive (1979)
Mael-Mael
Baby, baby, give it to me, give it to me Baby, baby, give it to me, give it now, Is that all I get, is that all I get Just because you love me Just because you love me Just because you love me Just because you love me Baby, baby, give it to me, give it to me Baby, baby, give it to me, give it to me I'm not that quick This is ridiculous Just because you love me Just because you love me It's common courtesy Don't be a nurse to me You save your worst for me Just because you love me Just because you love me Just because you love me Just because you love me Baby, baby, level with me, level, with me Baby, baby, level with me, level with me What should I do when you say no Just because you love me Just because you love me Just because you love me Just because you love me |
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from L7 - Smell The Magic (2008)
Taime is a rock star
Just like me Everyone loves him Just like me They all think he's punk Just like me Smack how he picks it up So where's your dignity? Faster, faster, faster....... Well axl is a love god Just like me The girls all love him Just like me But he's so messed up Just like me Doesn't want to give it up So where's your dignity? Guns and, guns and, guns and Guns and, guns and, guns and Well vixen are love gods Just like me Pretty pretty sex things Just like me Dressed up and to pay to play I couldn't live that way Hair spray and bustier Can't fool me Vixen, vixen, vixen Vixen, vixen, vixen Slash is a love god I know it's hard to believe Boys all dig him But boys are easy to please You've got the bimbos swinging Like monkeys in the trees You've got limos and money So where's your dignity? |
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from Donita Sparks - Pulling Rabbits Out of A Hat (2004)
Kiss me quick, hot and right
No confusion, paradise Never panic, we're alone Kiss me quick, and there's the phone Lips that taste of cigarettes and California wine Lips that taste of fancy food, you drive me out of my mind I really wish you'd kiss me one more time Kiss me quick, melt the ice College ideas, high school eyes Paramedic, dressed in white Kiss me quick, save my life Lips that taste of foreign words and complimentary lies Lips that make a nervous wreck of any normal guy I really wish you'd kiss me one more time Kiss me quick, wake me up Caffeine kisses, not enough Jungle fever, insect bites Weird religions, pagan rites Lips that taste of cigarettes and California wine Lips that taste of fancy food, you drive me out of my mind I really wish you'd kiss me one more time |
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from Donita Sparks - 12 Mixes (2004)
Kiss me quick, hot and right
No confusion, paradise Never panic, we're alone Kiss me quick, and there's the phone Lips that taste of cigarettes and California wine Lips that taste of fancy food, you drive me out of my mind I really wish you'd kiss me one more time Kiss me quick, melt the ice College ideas, high school eyes Paramedic, dressed in white Kiss me quick, save my life Lips that taste of foreign words and complimentary lies Lips that make a nervous wreck of any normal guy I really wish you'd kiss me one more time Kiss me quick, wake me up Caffeine kisses, not enough Jungle fever, insect bites Weird religions, pagan rites Lips that taste of cigarettes and California wine Lips that taste of fancy food, you drive me out of my mind I really wish you'd kiss me one more time |
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from Donita Sparks - Gratuitous Sax & Senseless Violins (0000)
Rain is pouring down
In our land-locked town Skies are always gray Let's go surfing, babe Somewhere there is hope Somewhere there are dreams Far from soot and smoke Let's go surfing, babe Tonight as we look at the moon and the stars From our room with security bars There's a westerly wind that is blowing both our minds And both our feet Walk through sand that's as white as the snow Past the people named Kelley and Joe Who have nothing in common with anyone we know, we know they're Too Wagnerian Too Shakespearian Too impossible Let's go surfing, babe Somewhere there is hope Far from everything Far from misanthropes Let's go surfing, babe Tonight, from a room only Dickens could love Wearing moth-eaten sweaters and gloves We will open the window and feel an on-shore wind a-blowing in Grab our boards from the back of our van Paddle out 'til we can't see the sand Spin around and drop into the wave we hope will never end Somewhere there is hope Somewhere there are dreams Far from everything Let's go surfing, babe Tonight, grab our boards from the back of our van Paddle out 'til we can't see the sand Spin around and drop into the wave we hope will never end Catch a wave, a wave, a wave Catch a wave, a wave, a wave Somewhere there is hope Somewhere there are dreams Far from everything Let's go surfing, babe |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Let's rock tonight
Let your hair down Don't be so uptight Come on let's rock and roll You rocked my body Now you're rocking my soul Let's rock Come on let's rock Well are you ready to play I've got my guitar and i'm ready don’t wait Come on over And we'll really rock The way you head bang Puts me into a shock Let's rock Come on let's rock Don't be shy, yeah You'd better cook You smell the bait, Now you swallow that hook Now's the time Yeah it's time to smoke Go ahead and laugh 'Cause this ain't no joke Come on Come on let's rock Get off your ass And let's rock |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Let's rock tonight
Let your hair down Don't be so uptight Come on let's rock and roll You rocked my body Now you're rocking my soul Let's rock Come on let's rock Well are you ready to play I've got my guitar and i'm ready don't wait Come on over And we'll really rock The way you head bang Puts me into a shock Let's rock Come on let's rock Don't be shy, yeah You'd better cook You smell the bait, Now you swallow that hook Now's the time Yeah it's time to smoke Go ahead and laugh 'Cause this ain't no joke Come on Come on let's rock Get off your ass And let's rock |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra
I love you, I love you, I love you Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra Lorenza, Nicola, Alessandra Lorenza, Giada Alessandra I love you, I love you, I love you Lorenza, Nicola, Alessandra Lorenza, Giada, Nicola Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra I love you, I love you, I love you |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra
Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra I love you, I love you, I love you (I love you) I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you, I love you (I love you) I love you, I love you, I love you Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra Lorenza, Nicola, Alessandra Lorenza, Nicola, Alessandra Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra I love you, I love you, I love you (I love you) I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you, I love you (I love you!) I love you, I love you, I love you Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra I love you, I love you, I love you (I love you) I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you, I love you (I love you!) I love you, I love you, I love you Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra I love you, I love you, I love you (I love you) I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you, I love you (I love you) I love you, I love you, I love you Lorenza, Nicola, Alessandra Lorenza, Giada, Nicola Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you, I love you Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra (ahhh!) Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra Lorenza, Giada, Alessandra I love you, I love you, I love you (I love you) I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you, I love you (I love you) I love you, I love you, I love you |
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from Donita Sparks - In Outer Space (2004)
We lie marooned on a tropical isle in the sun
Someday they'll come, take us back with a dumb "welcome home" Until that day arrives Lucky me, lucky you Lucky me, lucky you I'll lose my tan and the very next day you'll be gone I 'll get a job and I'll marry a marvelous blonde Until that day arrives Lucky me, lucky you Lucky me, lucky you Maybe the world has decided we died in that gale We were the ones who they voted most likely to fail Lucky me, lucky you Lucky me, lucky you -------------------------------------------------------- |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
Me myself and I
Will never be lonely As long as I Stick together Like glue Without you I lie here on the couch Thinking about potatoes and me And I realize Destined to be French fries Me myself Me myself Me myself and I My ships been tossed about Have some decency The only friends I've got left Are my idiosyncrasies Me myself Me myself Me myself and I My ships been tossed about Have some decency The only friends I've got left Are my idiosyncrasies Me myself Me myself Me myself Me myself and I |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
Me myself and I
Will never be lonely As long as I Stick together Like glue Without you I lie here on the couch Thinking about potatoes and me And I realize Destined to be French fries Me myself Me myself and I My ship’s been tossed about Have some decency The only friends I’ve got left Are my idiosyncrasies Me myself Me myself and I |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
It's a metal stampede
Metal stampede Yeee Hawww... Old MacDonald had a farm E-i-e-i-fuckin-o Put your pedal to the metal Metal stampede Brrreeeeahaha.......... Yeeeeeehaaaaaaw......... Get along little doggies! Yeeeehaaaww........ |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
It's a metal stampede
Metal stampede Yeee Hawww... Old MacDonald had a farm E-i-e-i-fuckin-o Put your pedal to the metal Metal stampede Brrreeeeahaha.......... Yeeeeeehaaaaaaw......... Get along little doggies! Yeeeehaaaww........ |
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from Donita Sparks - 12 Mixes (2004)
Modesty plays, modesty plays
Modesty plays, modesty plays She may like caviar and cocktails She may like symphonies and sun But underneath the gown and high heels She's like a fully loaded gun Modesty plays, modesty plays Modesty plays, modesty plays Modesty plays, modesty plays The world is runnin' out of heroes The world is runnin' out of time Where are those martial arts maneuvers We're getting massacred by crime Well, listen buddy don't you worry She may not look like Genghis Khan And she may talk about her manicure But she can sure get things done Modesty plays, modesty plays Modesty plays, modesty plays Modesty plays, modesty plays Modesty plays, modesty plays, modesty plays Don't underestimate the lady She may seem cultured and demure But there's another side and careful She'll hit you like a 2 by 4 The world is running out of heroes And everybody's out on bail As long as modesty is on our side Good will surely prevail Modesty plays, modesty plays Modesty plays, modesty plays Modesty plays, modesty plays Modesty plays, modesty plays Modesty plays, modesty plays Modesty plays |
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from L7 - Bricks Are Heavy (1992)
come on over,is getting too late...
is time to fish,no time to cut bait goolish passion,you inspire... with your kind of trouble,I'll never tire (chorus) Monster.....(monster in me) Bring out the monster (monster in me) In a world of diposable icons... all the jokers,with phoney o' come on's... I know,I can't depend on you... when we're together,where hurting crew (chorus) you bring out the monster in me... we don't need to look for trouble... my partner in crime,my insanity double when life takes a turn from bad to worst... you're always there,my lovable curse (chorus) you bring out the monster in me... monster in you!!!!! |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
I took a walk in the park
It was scary and dark I looked up at the moon And I wasn't afraid I wasn't afraid She's so bright tonight Shining through the trees She's glowing on you Take a walk with me You can walk with me in the Moonshine If you look at the moon When I look at the moon We're not far away We're connected by the moon Looking at the moon In the Moonshine.. |
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from Donita Sparks - Angst In My Pants (2004)
A lady gets a lotta things
She gets a 20 carat ring She gets the alimony too She gets to look good in the nude But there's one place where they've been whipped Between the nose and upper lip My-My-My-My-My Moustache Moustache Moustache Moustache My-My-My-My-My Moustache Moustache Moustache Moustache My-My-My-My-My Moustache Moustache Moustache Moustache One hundred hairs make a man I tried a handlebar design My Fu Manchu was real fine My Ronald Colman made 'em blink My Pancho Villa made 'em think But when I trimmed it real small My Jewish friends would never call My-My-My-My-My Moustache Moustache Moustache Moustache My-My-My-My-My Moustache Moustache Moustache Moustache My-My-My-My-My Moustache Moustache Moustache Moustache One hundred hairs make a man One hundred hairs make a man One hundred hairs make a man My-My-My Moustache My-My-My Moustache My-My-My Moustache They call me sir, and that ain't bad Sometimes they think that I'm my Dad And women flirt and you can bet They like that tickle that they get The only time I feel bad Is when the guess the lunch I've had My-My-My-My-My Moustache Moustache Moustache Moustache My-My-My-My-My Moustache Moustache Moustache Moustache My-My-My-My-My Moustache Moustache Moustache Moustache (repeat thru fade) |
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from L7 - Bricks Are Heavy (1992)
Stranded in the streets of San Francisco
A rusty car pulled along side of me I looked behind the wheel and I started to squeal An idol's face was staring at me. Don't preach to me Mr. integrity Sittin' shotgun, out of my brain Im up for draggin' through the art ghettos Stepped on the gas, gums started to flap Punk rock manifestoes Spittin', fumin', The streets are filled with so much glass that I wanted to break Eyes spinnin' 'round As my feet shook the ground Like the San Francisco earthquake Don't preach to me Mr. integrity Don't preach to me Mr. integrity I'm not the enemy Please don't preach to me Mr. integrity Stranded in the streets of San Francisco A rusty car pulled along side of me I looked behind the wheel and I started to squeal An idol's face was staring at me Spittin', fumin', The streets are filled with so much glass that I wanted to break Eyes spinnin' 'round As my feet shook the ground Like the San Francisco earthquake Don't preach to me Mr. integrity Don't preach to me Mr. integrity Don't preach to me Mr. integrity (ha!) I'm not the enemy (no) Please don't preach to me Mr. integrity |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
She's got a gun
Just make her day Don't fuck with her She'll blow you away She walks the streets at night And they think she is a whore She's gotta deal with you She's gonna even out the score ms. 45 They don't let you She's gonna make them pay Now her right is it You won't get away She walks the streets at night And they think she is a whore She's gotta deal with you She's gonna even out the score ms. 45 She's got a big gun She’s gonna make those assholes pay You fuck with her She'll blow your ass away She walks the streets at night And they think she is a whore She's gotta deal with you She's gonna even out the score ms. 45 |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
She's got a gun
Just make her day Don't fuck with her She'll blow you away She walks the streets at night And they think she is a whore She's gotta deal with you She's gonna even out the score ms. 45 They don't let you She's gonna make them pay Now her right is it You won't get away She walks the streets at night And they think she is a whore She's gotta deal with you She's gonna even out the score ms. 45 She's got a big gun She's gonna make those assholes pay You fuck with her She'll blow your ass away She walks the streets at night And they think she is a whore She's gotta deal with you She's gonna even out the score ms. 45 |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
Her mouth is calling you
His hands are empty My brain is drying out It was so hungry Must have more Love for you My eyes are cold and cracked She cried a river He pulls his hair right out Tries to forgive her Must have more Love for you Love for YOU... It’s in the atmosphere You cannot hide it So many long sharp tongues Keep us divided Must have more Love for you Have more Love for you Must have more Love for you |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
Her mouth is calling you
His hands are empty My brain is drying out- It was so hungry Must have more Must have more Must have more Love for you My eyes are cold and cracked She cried a river He pulls his hair right out Tries to forgive her Must have more Must have more Must have more Love for you Love for...... It's in the atmosphere You cannot hide it So many long sharp tongues Keep us divided Must have more Must have more Must have more Love for you Have more Have more Have more Love for you Love for you Love for you Must have more Love for you |
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from Donita Sparks - Plagiarism (1997)
When she's on her best behaviour
Don't be tempted by her favours Never turn your back on Mother Earth Towns are hurled from A to B By hands that looked so smooth to me Never turn your back on Mother Earth Grasp at straws that don't want grasping Gaze at clouds that come down crashing Never turn your back on Mother Earth Three days and two nights away from my friends Amen to anything that brings a quick return To my friends To my friends Never turn your back on Mother Earth I'll admit I was unfaithful But from now on I'll be more faithful Never turn your back on Mother Never turn your back on Mother Never turn your back on Mother Earth |
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from Donita Sparks - Angst In My Pants (2004)
Not every cigarette is a dead, dead thing
Some have a mind and try to be other things Pushed in the pack, they crave some Virginia air Softly, they pray to someone, but life ain't fair They're born to lose They're born to fill The lungs of Jack The lungs of Jill And like I said Life just isn't fair Nicotina, Nicotina, Nicotina is her name Once in a while a cigarette has a name N-I-C-O-T-I-N-A, that's her name She had a tiny voice, and she sang all day She was a cigarette, but she loved to play Nicotina, Nicotina, Nicotina is her name A man with a cough Stepped to the machine Dropped coins in the slot The end of a dream He ripped the pack and coughed, and then coughed again Popped out a cigarette, and we're near the end She screamed and screamed but so much was filtered out Now Nicotina's only a tiny cloud Nicotina's gone, but life goes on though Nicotina's gone, but life goes on though Nicotina's gone, but life goes on and on and on and on and on Nicotina, Nicotina, Nicotina was her name |
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from Donita Sparks - Terminal Jive (1979)
Faltermeyer-Forsey-Mael-Mael
Whispering breeze and the sound of the rain on the awning Candlelight music, the sound of the leaves in the air All of that makes me feel nervous I know it's part of your life But once in a while I just got to be riled You know it ain't nothin' personal babe But noisy boys are happy boys Let it out, let it out, get it crashing Noisy boys are happy boys Let it out, let it out, get it smashing Noisy boys are happy boys Let it out, let it out, keep on crashing Noisy boys are happy boys Let it out, let it out, let it out all the way Hush little momma, your daddy has got to be moving Hush little momma, your daddy is going away Once in a while I get edgy You've seen it happen before Once in a while I just got to be riled You know it ain't nothin' personal babe But noisy boys are happy boys Let it out, let it out, get it crashing Noisy boys are happy boys Let it out, let it out, get it smashing Noisy boys are happy boys Let it out, let it out, keep on crashing Noisy boys are happy boys Let it out, let it out, let it out all the way |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
Non-existent Patricia
Room 426 Non-existent Patricia Does not exist Non-existent Patricia Melts into the walls Was she at the party? No one can recall Non-existent Patricia Did Patricia say something Something I missed It was spoken so softly It didn’t exist Non-existent Patricia What’s on her mind She ain’t saying She’s being kind Non-existent Patricia |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
Non-existent Patricia
Room 426 Non-existent Patricia Does not exist Non-existent Patricia Melts into the walls Was she at the party? No one can recall Non-existent Patricia Did Patricia say something Something I missed It was spoken so softly It didn't exist Non-existent Patricia What's on her mind She ain't saying She's being kind Non-existent Patricia |
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