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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 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 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 - 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 Donita Sparks - Gratuitous Sax & Senseless Violins (0000)
What was I thinking, what was I thinking, what was I thinking,
what could I have been thinking. It's going one time, it's going two times, sold to the gent who wears the stunned expression. As I took it off their hands, a five pound note was changing hands. I had plans, I had plans Chorus: Now that I own the BBC What am I supposed to do with that thing Now that I own the BBC What am I supposed to make of this thing All this power, all this glory, all these DJ's and all these lorries What was I thinking, what was I thinking, what was I thinking What could I have been thinking Hey Rupert Murdoch, help me out I'm flying blind, I'm flying blind You know the way to lay things out, for the refined and unrefined. CHORUS Hey Ted Turner, help me out I'm flying blind, I'm flying blind You know the way to lay things out, to colorize and still feel fine. CHORUS Make of it what you will, make of it what you will, make of it what you will make of it what you will Should we go brighter, should we go lighter, should we go whiter Go left or righter What was I thinking, what was i thinking, what was I thinking I wasn't thinking, what could I have been thinking. CHORUS Make of it what you will, make of it what you will, make of it what you will CHORUS |
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from Donita Sparks - Gratuitous Sax & Senseless Violins (0000)
He came home
And instead of hearing the usual bass and drums He heard Violins, violins, violins Senseless violins, senseless violins, senseless violins He heard Senseless violins |
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from Donita Sparks - Gratuitous Sax & Senseless Violins (0000)
I'm Tsui Hark
I'm a film director I'm Tsui Hark I'm a film director I've made several films I'm Tsui Hark I'm a film director I've won several awards for my films My first film was The Butterfly Murders Shanghai Blues Peking Opera Blues Swordsman, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 Chinese Ghost Story, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 Once Upon a Time In China, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 And several other films I'm Tsui Hark I'm a film director I've made several films I'm Tsui Hark I'm a film director I've won several awards for my films |
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from Donita Sparks - Gratuitous Sax & Senseless Violins (0000)
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 CHORUS: 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 They'll introduce me, "Hello, hello" Women seduce me and champagne flows Then the lights go low There's only one song I know CHORUS 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 CHORUS |
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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 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 Donita Sparks - Terminal Jive (1979)
Mael-Mael
Rock and roll people in a disco world Rock and roll people in a disco world They sing Hard Day's Night They're as high as kites And they sing and play and carry on like Rock and roll people in a disco world Rock and roll people in a disco world Rock and roll people in a disco world Rock and roll people in a disco world Rock and roll people in a disco world They make L. P. records And a few make comebacks And the rest sell shoes to all the others Rock and roll people in a disco world Rock and roll people in a disco world Rock and roll people in a disco world |
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from Donita Sparks - Terminal Jive (1979)
Mael-Mael-Moroder
Make your choice and that is that Live with her and don't look back Easy, simple, tidy, ultra-clean Not with me, I don't know why To the left and to the right Good things come from more than just one side In stereo Stereo Stereo In stereo Stereo Stereo In a sandwich, in a vice Stuck with too much paradise It's okay with me, it's not too bad Each of you has other scenes Smart professors, clean marines You too live your life in stereo In stereo Stereo Stereo In stereo Stereo Stereo |
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from Donita Sparks - Terminal Jive (1979)
Faltermeyer-Mael-Mael-Moroder
Steady as it goes 'cause she's the greatest show Steady as it goes 'cause she's the greatest show Steady as it goes 'cause she's the greatest show Step right up and see her walkin' down the street, she's something Watch her check you out and see if you're complete, she's something See her tap her foot to nothin' but your heavy breathing She's the greatest show on earth and I ain't never leaving. 'Cause she's the greatest show on earth tonight and every night And she's worth it even when you gotta pay a heavy price 'Cause she's the greatest show on earth tonight and every night And she's worth it even when you got to push and shove and fight You could bring together everyone for one big show The Four Tops, Moptops, Boston Pops, and Art Laboe Half a million people pushin' and the crowd says "go" But I'd be up in my apartment with the greatest show 'Cause she's the greatest show on earth tonight and every night And she's worth it even when you gotta pay a heavy price 'Cause she's the greatest show on earth tonight and every night And she's worth it even when you got to push and shove and fight |
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from Donita Sparks - Terminal Jive (1979)
Mael-Mael
I like their arms I like their legs I like their lips Their widening hips Their radios They live at home They don't have cars I have a home I have a car They like that, they like that Young girls haven't seen the whole night And they will hold you, though it might not be tight And they will kiss you, though it might not be right 'Cause they are young girls Young girls, I don't care what they say I want to have you each and every day I feel you, I don't care what they say Young girls I like their talk Small little words I like their style Less of the guile They're straight with you Don't analyse, don't analyse You've seen too much I like the touch of young girls, Young girls Young girls haven't seen the whole night And they will hold you, though it might not be tight And they will kiss you, though it might not be right 'Cause they are young girls Young girls, I don't care what they say I want to have you each and every day I feel you, I don't care what they say Young girls |
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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 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 - 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 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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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)
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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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)
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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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)
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 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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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)
Playing rock and roll
On a Friday night A noise complaint Turned into a fight The neighbors were loud It disturbed our crowd We played some more And they stormed the door We didn't do nothing Hey hey hey... But now we're running And hiding Cops got on stage And they pulled my hair Kicked 'em in the balls (?) The fans in mind It shows how they find You can call me a tramp don't unplug my amp We didn't do nothin' Hey hey hey But now we're runnin' And hidin' Runnin' from the law Runnin' Runnin' from the law |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Playing rock and roll
On a Friday night A noise complaint Turned into a fight The neighbors were loud It disturbed our crowd We played some more And they stormed the door We didn't do nothing Hey hey hey... But now we're running And hiding Cops got on stage And they pulled my hair Kicked 'em in the balls The fans in mind It shows how they find You can call me a tramp don't unplug my amp We didn't do nothin' Hey hey hey But now we're runnin' And hidin' Runnin' from the law Runnin' Runnin' from the law |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Snake handler
Slither in Slither out Ooh.. Are you snake? Are you a man? Snake handler Slither in Slither out Rooaarrr.... Mr. Snake.. Man.. Ooooh oh oh... Snake handler Slither in Slither out Are you a snake? Are you a man? Oh oh Snake |
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Snake handler
Slither in Slither out Ooh.. Are you snake? Are you a man? Snake handler Slither in Slither out Rooaarrr.... Mr. Snake.. Man.. Ooooh oh oh... Snake handler Slither in Slither out Are you a snake? Are you a man? Oh oh Snake |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Uncle Bob, you're a drunken slob
Daddy brought home a real winner Yeah Wake the guest, drink the tea For his holiday dinner Uncle Bob walked through the door He was built He was fucking ga-galore The strength of his body was kind of a shock The first time he put mike in a headlock He crossed the line Put his feet on the chair How can we fine ?? aunt? Uncle Bob, you're a drunken fucking slob Uncle Bob, you're a drunken slob |
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from L7 - L7 (1990)
Uncle Bob, you're a drunken slob
Daddy brought home a real winner Yeah Wake the guest, drink the tea For his holiday dinner Uncle Bob walked through the door He was built He was fucking ga-galore The strength of his body was kind of a shock The first time he put mike in a headlock He crossed the line Put his feet on the chair How can we fine ?? aunt? Uncle Bob, you're a drunken fucking slob Uncle Bob, you're a drunken slob |
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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 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 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 - 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 - Bricks Are Heavy (1992)
I've just about had enough
I'm drowing from too much stuff I get scared when the telephone rings Someone talking about one more thing One more thing Yeah, it's one more thing One more thing to put in line One more thing to waste my time One more thing that I can't take One more thing I'm gonna break You need more, well get in line Too many things grabbing at my time I'll tell you, brother, right out flat I'm gonna have to throw you back One more thing Yeah, you're one more thing Yeah, your one more thing to put in line One more thing to waste my time One more thing that I can't take One more thing I'm gonna break Yeah, you're one more thing Yeah, you're one more thing I fix my engine and the tire goes flat It's one more thing that I can't have Politics messing with my rights There's nothing fun to do tonight One more thing Yeah, it's one more thing Yeah, its one more thing to put in line One more thing to waste my time One more thing that I can't take One more thing I'm gonna break Yeah, its one more thing Yeah, its one more thing Yeah, its one more thing Yeah, its one more thing |
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from L7 - Bricks Are Heavy (1992)
What's up with what's going down
In every city, in every town Cramping styles is the plan They've got us in the palm of every hand When we pretend that we're dead When we pretend that we're dead They can't hear a word we've said When we pretend that we're dead Turn the tables with our unity They neither moral nor majority Wake up and smell the coffee Or just say no to individuality When we pretend that we're dead When we pretend that we're dead They can't hear a word we've said When we pretend that we're dead Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on When we pretend that we're dead When we pretend that we're dead They can't hear a word we've said When we pretend that we're dead |
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from L7 - Bricks Are Heavy (1992)
I met a skinhead named Scrap
He lived in my friend's garage Everyday he's shaking that spray paint can And comes out seeing stars Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask Until your mind starts to gel Cuz the ball in the can Has a crazy beat The funky dying brain cell So he met some Christian's from hell Who said, "Let's go to Vegas man" So he packed up his leather and his red beret Into that big, bad Christian van Use revival meetings like an oxygen tent Till your mind starts to gel Cuz the preacher thumps the bible With a crazy beat The funky dying brain cell Well, he came back to the garage But the garage, it wasn't there And he dug metallic gold more than Luke and John Now he's growing his hair Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask Until your mind starts to gel Cuz the ball in the can Has a crazy beat The funky dying brain cell |
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from L7 - Bricks Are Heavy (1992)
when i get mad and i get pissed i grab my pen and i write out a list
of all the people who won't be missed you've made my shitlist for all the ones who put me out (shitlist) for all the ones who filled my head with downs (shitlist) for all the squares who get me pissed (shit list |
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from L7 - Bricks Are Heavy (1992)
I put your stuff out on the porch
(letting it slide) You pissed in your pants and put out the torch (letting it slide) You splattered the bathroom with your hair dye (letting it slide) Im kicking you out and you know why Yeah, I've been letting it slide You've been along for the ride. You put your cane right through my amp (letting it slide) When it comes to losers, you're the champ (letting it slide) From my garden, Ill pull your weed (letting it slide) Your stupid evil, I will not feed NO! Yeah, I've been letting it slide You've been along for the ride Yeah, I've been letting it slide You've been along for the ride I put your stuff out on the porch (letting it slide) You pissed in your pants and put out the torch (letting it slide) You splattered the bathroom with your hair dye (letting it slide) Im kicking you out and you know why. Yeah, I've been letting it slide You've been along for the ride Yeah, I've been letting it slide You've been along for the ride Get out of here boy It took me three weeks to clean that bathroom You know that amps don't grow on trees |
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from L7 - Bricks Are Heavy (1992)
No raving beauty
But she's got a good heart He's got escaping Down to an art This ain't pleasure Don't ask why This ain't pleasure And monkeys can't fly She's an infection, A stain on his soul He's her addiction They're out of control This ain't pleasure Don't ask why This ain't pleasure And monkeys can't fly, oh no This ain't pleasure Don't ask why This ain't pleasure And monkeys can't fly |
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from L7 - Bricks Are Heavy (1992)
Wargasm Wargasm, one two three
Tie a yellow ribbon 'round the amputee Masturbate, watch it on TV Crocodile tears for the refugee Wargasm Wargasm, one two three smutty bloody pictures, ecstasy Blue balls waiting impatiently From Alcatraz to Lady Liberty. Body bags and dropping bombs, The pentagon knows how to turn us on. Wargasm Wargasm, one two three People, people, ecstasy wave those flags high in the air As long as it takes place over there. Wargasm Wargasm Wargasm Wargasm Body bags and dropping bombs, the pentagon knows how to turn us, turn us on Wargasm Turn us on Wargasm |
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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 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 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 - 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 L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
I'm saving my piss in a jar
This depression has gone too far I'm lying here in bed Am i alive or am i dead I'm questioning my sanity The paint chips are kicking in Desperation bubbles my skin There's stuff crawling on the floor Crackers with black books knocking at my door The TV's talking to me I'm questioning my sanity Everybody have a breakdown! I haven't changed my clothes in weeks I'm wallowing in my own stink My ass is sore from lying in bed Am i alive or am i dead? |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
Riding with a movie star
Riding with a movie star Yeah Riding with a movie star Riding with a movie star Go! Riding with a movie star Riding with a movie star Yeaaaahhh Riding with a movie star Riding with a movie star Riding with a movie star Riding with a movie star |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
I am sick of her attacks
Can't help but i've fallen back I believe in what she says I rent space in her head She has eyes made for crying When she can't lie to get approved Lost time and far removed Can't afford to keep it used I'm getting ready to lose She has eyes made for crying When she hits those hits are so hard Weeping is her first playing card And i believe she believes In what she says This is my last time in her head |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
Welcome the first lady to try and qualify in an NHRA-dragster competition ~ Shirley Muldowney!
Feels so real Crushing the steering wheel How many times Must we toe this line Halting me Is a fantasy Cha-cha! call her cha-cha! What's drag racing coming to? How many times must you be told There's nowhere that we don't go she's got good traction! I suggest you find a seat in the grandstands, Because you don't want to miss this! She's just here wants What she wants to do I wonder if Shirley's got in her to hold that throttle down kills your joke as she's burning smoke Shirley Muldowney is pulling ahead... and she Takes the red light And you will find Crossing the finish line Shirley Muldowney has just set a new track record! Satisfaction! How much times must you be told There's nowhere that we don't go She's got good traction! What's a beautiful girl like you doing racing in a place like this? Winning. Winning. winning. winning. winning. The lady got through it Winning. What's drag racing coming to? There's nowhere that we don't go What's a beautiful girl like you doing racing in a place like this? Winning. Winning. winning. winning. winning. |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
I'm good at feeling bad
I'm even better at feeling worse Some would say life is a charm I'm convinced it is a curse Yeah yeah i'm stuck here again I've learned to make Bad situations my friend It starts all over Just when it should end Yeah yeah i'm stuck here again Here comes that familiar pain again I'm low down, i'm feeling ill Yeah yeah i'm stuck here again Is there someone i could kill |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
Last night i had a dream
It scared the shit out of me 'Cause you were dying Yeah you were dying And everyone was around And you were on the ground And everyone was around Dying, you were dying Last night i had a dream It scared the shit out of me 'Cause you were dying Yeah you were dying And you were all alone you were all alone You were by a phone But you were all alone Last night i had a dream It scared the shit out of me 'Cause you were dying Yeah you were dying And your friends were there And all your friends were there In their underwear And all your friends were there And you were dying |
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from L7 - Hungry For Stink (1994)
Plastic people with their plastic lives
Plastic lips tell plastic lies Plastic drivers in plastic cars Plastic food from plastic jars Frustration is the fuse The flame is hate Tick tick tick Detonate She's the bomb Plastic models in plastic magazines Plastic kings and plastic queens All are seen on plastic TVs Prayed to by people on bended plastic knees What you think, well that's good too But not as much as what they do This fuse burns slow Waiting to blow The world is a heavy load Watch it explode Lawmakers with plastic policies Put plastic locks on their cities In hopes to keep them quiet Well go off Well blow up |
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from Tank Girl (탱크 걸) [ost] (1995)
Bill collector called today
Shove IRS is on my case Shove My boss says I should comb my hair Shove My father thinks that I'm nowhere Get out of my way or I might shove Get out of my way or I'm gonna shove Landlord doesn't like my dog Shove My eyes are burning from the smog Shove The neighbors say I jam too loud Shove America thinks it should be proud Some guy just pinched my ass Shove Drunken bums ain't go no class Shove The club says I won't get paid Shove It's been months since I've been laid |
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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 - 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 - 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 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 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 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 - 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 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 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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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)
Been dry long enough
My brain and body need some abuse Rake me over the coals And I’ll try to think of an excuse I set a goal and it won’t be hard Hit every bar on the boulevard Bad idea yeah you’re probably right But I won’t be your designated driver tonight 'Cause I’m Off the wagon and on the town Off the wagon and on the town Off the wagon and on the town Off the wagon Just how much I’ve embarrassed myself Well I haven’t got a clue Did I throw a drink in your face Or tell you how much I love you Oh shit I lost my ID Hook up the Jagermeister IV Bad idea yeah you’re probably right But I won’t be your designated driver tonight Off the wagon I’m off the wagon I’m on the town off the wagon Off the wagon wagon wagon wagon - Wee... Set a goal Hit every bar Bad idea Designated Alright, alright Off the wagon and on the town Off the wagon and on the town Off the wagon and on the town Off the wagon I’m on the town off the wagon I’m on the town off the wagon I’m on the town off the wagon I’m off the wagon wagon wagon wagon Off the wagon and on the town Off the wagon and on the town Off the wagon and on the town Off the wagon That’s it... |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
I still get angry
I still get sad And the losers still drive me mad And I wonder If I have anything to say anymore Oh yeah I wonder if i have anything to say Except the masses are asses They're all asses Things still piss me off And things still make me cry Poetry's in motion but not in mind Poetry's in motion but not in my mind Poetic justice will come in time And I just have to laugh I just have to laugh Because the masses are asses We're all asses Masses are asses every day Masses are asses in every way Woo woo |
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from L7 - The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum (1997)
I still get angry
I still get sad And the losers still drive me mad And I wonder If I have anything to say anymore Oh yeah I wonder if i have anything to say Except the masses are asses They're all asses Things still piss me off And things still make me cry Poetry's in motion but not in mind Poetry's in motion but not in my mind Poetic justice will come in time And I just have to laugh I just have to laugh Because the masses are asses We're all asses Masses are asses every day Masses are asses in every way Woo woo |
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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 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 - 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 - 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 - 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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I like you and you like me a lot
And we do those things that can make us feel hot Then we join some friends, all of them are all right and we talk a while, then we climb in our cars What a night, we all drive into town Where we'll park our caars, and meet the rest of our friends At a place that's called, I forget what it's called But it's really great, and all of our friends will be there CHORUS Popularity Popularity Popularity I like you and you like me a lot And it's nice to be all alone with you too But it's also nice being out with our friends 'Cause they're all right, maybe that's why we're friends CHORUS I feel great, but it's getting real late So I'll drive you home and you'll slide up real close I'm so glad we met, and I like you so much And I'm also glad that I got all those friends CHORUS ------------------------------------------------------------ |
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from Donita Sparks - Plagiarism (1997)
"Hello soldier boy," oh boy, she's spewing out her
propaganda, propaganda Might makes right, though you are wrong, you're right to fight her propaganda, propaganda, propaganda "Come to our side," she does say "Come on over," she does say Well I don't need more Competition for Her affection You should fight on Fight on Over there |
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from Donita Sparks - Plagiarism (1997)
I'll grab the sun and the moon
I'll hold the world in my hand These things are easy for me I can't make you understand Pulling rabbits out of a hat Pulling rabbits out of a hat All I get is polite applause Applause, applause, applause Applause, applause Marvel at heaven and hell (Marvel at heaven and hell) Gasp at the Champs-Elysees (Gasp at the Champs-Elysees) Raise the Titanic and then (Raise the Titanic and then) I see you turning away Pulling rabbits out of a hat Pulling rabbits out of a hat All I get is polite applause Applause, applause, applause Applause, applause Entertaining that's the word I get from you Entertaining and then you bid a fond adieu, well, adieu I'll make a pauper a King (I'll make a pauper a King) I'll turn your water to wine (I'll turn your water to wine) These things are easy for me (These things are easy for me) How come I can't change your mind? Pulling rabbits out of a hat (Pulling rabbits out of a hat) Pulling rabbits out of a hat (Pulling rabbits out of a hat) All I get is polite applause (All I get is polite applause) Applause, applause, applause Applause, applause Applause, applause, applause Applause, applause Applause, applause, applause Applause, applause |
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from Donita Sparks - Plagiarism (1997)
See, the writing's on the wall
You bought the girl a wall Complete with matching ball-point pen You can breathe another day Secure in knowing she won't break you (yet) Something for the girl with everything Have another sweet my dear Don't try to talk my dear Your tiny little mouth is full Here's a flavour you ain't tried You shouldn't try to talk, your mouth is full Something for the girl with everything Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Bearing gifts to aid amnesia She knows everything She knows everything She knew you way back when you weren't yourself Here's a really pretty car I hope it takes you far I hope it takes you fast and far Wow, the engine's really loud Nobody's gonna hear a thing you say Something for the girl with everything Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Where should they leave these imported gimmicks Leave them anywhere Anywhere Make sure that there's a clear path to the door Something for the girl with everything Something for the girl with everything Something for the girl with everything Something for the girl with everything Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Here's a partridge in a tree, A gardener for the tree Complete with ornithologist Careful, careful with that crate You wouldn't want to dent Sinatra, no Something for the girl who has got everything, Yes everything Hey, come out and say hello Before our friends all go But say no more than just hello Ah, the little girl is shy You see of late she's been quite speechless, very speechless She's got everything |
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See, the writing's on the wall
You bought the girl a wall Complete with matching ball-point pen You can breathe another day Secure in knowing she won't break you (yet) Something for the girl with everything Have another sweet my dear Don't try to talk my dear Your tiny little mouth is full Here's a flavour you ain't tried You shouldn't try to talk, your mouth is full Something for the girl with everything Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Bearing gifts to aid amnesia She knows everything She knows everything She knew you way back when you weren't yourself Here's a really pretty car I hope it takes you far I hope it takes you fast and far Wow, the engine's really loud Nobody's gonna hear a thing you say Something for the girl with everything Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Where should they leave these imported gimmicks Leave them anywhere Anywhere Make sure that there's a clear path to the door Something for the girl with everything Something for the girl with everything Something for the girl with everything Something for the girl with everything Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Here's a partridge in a tree, A gardener for the tree Complete with ornithologist Careful, careful with that crate You wouldn't want to dent Sinatra, no Something for the girl who has got everything, Yes everything Hey, come out and say hello Before our friends all go But say no more than just hello Ah, the little girl is shy You see of late she's been quite speechless, very speechless She's got everything |
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