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from Teaching Mrs. Tingle (팅글 부인 가르치기) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999)
Solitary girl I have been
Living in a cell made of skin Sealed inside myself Nothing gets out or gets in I can't feel what you feel Show me the way to my heart Show me the way Show me the way to my heart baby Show me, Show me I'll give you everything I possess Tell me where you keep your happiness I look more and more And I find less and less I don't know what you know But I make it up as I go Yeah Show me the way to my heart Show me the way Show me the way to my heart, baby Show me, show me My fingers search for you while I sleep Looking for something to keep Help me feel what you feel Show me the way to my heart Show me the way Show me the way to my heart, baby Show me, show me (to my heart, to my heart) Show me the way to my heart show me the way Show me the way to my heart, baby Show me, show me....fade out |
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from Bree Sharp - Live At Fez [live] (2004)
I stutter like a broken clutch
When you touch me too much My tounge gets twisted in your twirl You say I'm not your kind of girl A spider underneath my skin I want you out, I want you in The venom and the vaccine swirl You say I'm not your kind of girl CHORUS: What kind of girl should I be The kind of girl who doesn't see That you're looking at me like you wanna be seeing someone else Somebody else You rip the sureness from my stare And throw the pieces in the air Your fingers string me like a pearl You say I'm not your kind of girl Its not a secret anymore What you keep me around for As my excuses all unfurl I'm not that kind of kind of girl CHORUS See somebody else See somebody else See somebody else (I want you to) See somebody else (See somebody) See somebody else (I want you to) See somebody else (See somebody) I want you to see somebody else |
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from Bree Sharp - Live At Fez [live] (2004)
Radios, TV shows,
Fill my holes with your goodies. I sold my privacy, So that I would always be pretty. And I can tell you that The best things are free, With proof of purchase. Aooohhh, America Aooohhh, America Aooohhh, America Aaahhh Pay no more, attention to the things that you stand for. Sit back, relax, enjoy the war From your living room. Holocaust and cable at a Fraction of the cost, and Just to make sure that you don't Get lost, here's the Media, Media, Media, Media, Media. Aooohhh, America Aooohhh, America Aooohhh, America Aaahhh I embrace your legacy, The models and the apathy. I know the late night network Commonwealth, is there To help me, help myself. All I know, is my lonely soul, The remote control. Aooohhh, America. Aooohhh, America Aooohhh, America. Aaahhh (Repeat till End) |
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from Bree Sharp - Live At Fez [live] (2004)
I've been hanging out in the boredom basement
Building up the files on my MP3 Homemade rockets and a load of laundry -- It's been a real party ever since you set me free They say that I'm cool, they tell me I'm strong Everyone says it's better now that you're gone So how come everything feels wrong? I took all the money that I won at the table Got another record and a phat tattoo Everybody says, "Hey whatcha gonna do now?" I've been killing myself trying to keep my mind off of you They say that I'm cool, they tell me I'm strong Everyone says it's better now that you're gone Well maybe everyone is wrong Everyday I'm alone and everyday's long Telling myself it's better since you've been gone So how come everything feels wrong? How could you let me go? After it took so long to find me? Take back your radio -- all of these stupid songs remind me That everything's wrong and it's become plain Even if I am strong, we'll never be the same Everybody says, "Hey, whatcha gonna do now, babe?" Well, I've done it all and still I am thinking of you So don't tell me I'm cool and say that I'm strong Everyone thinks it's better now that you're gone Well I think everyone is wrong Cause everyday I'm alone and everyday's long Telling myself it's better since you've been gone So how come everything feels wrong? |
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from Bree Sharp - Live At Fez [live] (2004)
Morning in a bar
Daylight in an old beer bottle The sun's the only star In a sky that went from blue to yellow And it flashes of the scene I made just the night before And the ashes of my great undoing lay scattered on the floor Morning in a bar Me, the Dawn and the Consequences I let it go too far While you were sleeping I was so senseless That's the way it goes And now you'll go and run me out of town Cause everybody knows the Fool I've been I'll never live this down |
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from Bree Sharp - Live At Fez [live] (2004)
Boys were drinking beer
To pianos in the hall The girls all gave a cheer The captain gave the call And raised the flag on high And everyone was waving goodbye Like no one had a care in the world Singing at the top of their lungs Singing to the ship at the sea Throwing all the roses at me Throwing wishes into the night Blowing kisses up at the sky Everyone was waving goodbye She flew into the room A suitcase at her side And when the seasick groom Saw his heaving bride The crowd all breathed a sigh And everyone was waving goodbye Like no one had a care in the world Singing at the top of their lungs Singing to the ship at the sea Throwing all the roses at me Throwing wishes into the night Blowing kisses up at the sky Everyone was waving goodbye Everyone was waving goodbye No one had a care in the world Singing at the top of their lungs Singing to the ship at the sea Throwing all the roses at me Throwing wishes into the night Everyone was waving goodbye Like no one had a care in the world Singing at the top of their lungs Singing to the ship at the sea Throwing all the roses at me Throwing wishes into the night Everyone was waving goodbye Goodbye Waving goodbye Waving goodbye Waving goodbye Waving goodbye Goodbye Waving goodbye |
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from Bree Sharp - Live At Fez [live] (2004)
I left home at the age of thirteen
With a fistful of cash and a dirty magazine Now, I never cared for the things that I seen I just want to be in a dirty magazine Everyone makes sacrifices, everybody's got their vices Some girls got class and some girls got dreams Some girls as sweet as a ripe nectarine Well, I got no big plans and I ain't no beauty queen I just want to be in a dirty magazine Can you speak of my disgraces? Look at all the smiling faces I've been in a gutter, been in a latrine I've been in the back of a black limosine I've been just about everywhere in between And if I had the choice to live dirty or clean I tell you I'd live in a dirty magazine Yes, sir, I would live in a dirty magazine A dirty magazine, a dirty magazine |
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from Bree Sharp - Live At Fez [live] (2004)
It's Sunday night, I am curled up in my room
The TV light fills my heart like a balloon I hold it in as best I can I know I'm just another fan But I can't help feeling I could love this secret agent man And I can't... Wait any more for him to discover me I got it bad for David Duchovny David Duchovny, why won't you love me? Why won't you love me? My friends all tell me, "Girl, you know it's just a show," But deep within his eyes I see me wrapped up like a bow Watching the sky for a sign The FBI is on my mind I'm waiting for the day When my lucky stars align In the form of... David Duchovny floating above me In the alien light of the spaceship of love, I need David Duchovny hovering above me American Heathcliff, brooding and comely David Duchovny, why won't you love me? Why won't you love me? Why won't you love me? So smooth and so smart He's abducted my heart And I'm falling apart From the looks I recieve From those eyes I can't leave Well you can say I'm naive But he told me to believe... Ooooooooo.... My bags are packed, I am ready for my flight Want to put an end to my daydream days and sleepless nights Sitting like a mindless clone Wishing he would tap my phone Just to hear the breath of the man, the myth, the monotone And I would say... David Duchovny, why won't you love me? Why won't you love me? Why won't you love me? David Duchovny, why won't you love me? Why won't you love me? Why won't you love me? David Duchovny I want you to love me To kiss and to hug me, debrief and debug me David Duchovny I know you could love me I'm sweet and I'm cuddly - I'm gonna kill Scully! David Duchovny, why won't you love me? Why won't you love me? Why won't you love me? Yeah... I'll be waiting... In Nevada... |
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from Bree Sharp - Live At Fez [live] (2004)
The leather boots I was born in
Are tattered, torn out and worn in My skin is cracked as the desert ground The dusty road that's ahead will Be my board and my bed till What I am looking for is found And yesterday is right behind me like a loaded gun So I'm racing toward the horizon Faster, faster, I'm a trashy motorcycle beauty The road is all I've ever known Faster, faster, I'm the star in this disaster movie And in the end I ride alone Ride alone I dig my heels in the gravel I rig my gear up for travel I swig a taste of my whiskey or gin I met a sucker on Sunday I took his wallet on Monday Then I was out on the road again And yesterday is right behind me like a loaded gun So I'm racing toward the horizon Faster, faster, I'm a trashy motorcycle beauty The road is all I've ever known Faster, faster, I'm the star in this disaster movie And in the end I ride alone Ride alone Yesterday is right behind me like a loaded gun So I'm racing toward the horizon Faster, faster, I'm a trashy motorcycle beauty You know my heart is paved in stone Faster, faster, I'm the star in this disaster movie And in the end I ride alone Ride alone Ride alone Ride alone Ride alone |
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from Bree Sharp - Live At Fez [live] (2004)
Well, it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If'n you don't know by now And it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe It'll never do, somehow When your rooster crows at the break of dawn Look out your window and I'll be gone You're the reason I'll be travelin' on But don't think twice, it's all right Well, it ain't no use turnin' on your light, babe The light I never knowed And it ain't no use turnin' on your light, babe I'm on the dark side of the road Still, I wish there were somethin' you would do or say To try and make me change my mind and stay But we never did too much talkin' anyway So don't think twice, it's all right Well, it ain't no use callin' out my name, gal Like you never done before And it ain't no use callin' out my name, gal I can't hear you anymore But I'll be thinkin' and wonderin' as I'm walkin' down the road How I once loved a woman, a child, I am told Well, I give her my heart, but she wanted my soul But don't think twice, it's all right So long, honey, babe Where I'm bound, I can't tell Goodbye's too good a word, babe So I'll just say "fare thee well" Well, I'm not sayin' you treated me unkind Coulda done better, but I don't mind You just kinda wasted my precious time But don't think twice, it's all right Don't think twice, it's all right |
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