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I wanna dance with Harry Dean
Drive through Texas in a black limousine I want a piece of heaven before I die I wanna pair of pink high heels That catch the lights up on the Ferris wheel But what I really want I just can't buy Here comes the twenty-first century It's gonna be much better for a girl like me Cuz I want everything I can But most of all I want that man I want that man I wanna move like what's his name I'll keep the money, you can have the fame Everything that's yours will soon be mine Yeah, I wanna be the Queen of the USA You could send me roses every other day But what I really want I just can't buy Here comes the twenty first century It's gonna be much better for a girl like me Cuz I want everything I can But most of all I want that man I want that man Hey! I wanna be kissed from head to toe By that man in the very back row But he won't even look me in the eye Ah, I want his love to rain right down on me I want him to be king of all my dreams But what I really want I just can't hide Here comes the twenty first century It's gonna be much better for a girl like me Cuz I want everything I can But most of all I want that man I want that man |
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Whenever I collapse, whenever I fold in your arms, that's when I know I'm holding you.
Holding you within my grasp. Whenever I feel trapped, held by the inescapable, I try to put my mind at ease, protect the heart worn on my sleeve. That's when I feel brand new. I'm looking on the brite side. I've got my visuals. I'm looking on the brite side. My 20/20's true. I'm looking on the brite side. That's when I know it's you. You. Whenever I'm in red a guardian angel's flying round my head. I feel your touch warm as red's embarrassment, innocence' blush. That's when I feel brand new. I'm looking on the brite side. I've got my visuals. I'm looking on the brite side. My 20/20's true. I'm looking on the brite side. That's when I know it's you. You. You. Whenever I'm in bed I see myself in wide-screen love scenes close-up. I'm holding you, holding you. We're wrapped in blue. I'm looking on the brite side. |
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Compliments and condiments added to the rest.
The sense of taste. Delicious. Only on request. Say goodbye. Sayonara, sugar. If you're so hot to go, well, hit the road. Ciao, bello. Sweet and low, that's the way I like it. Sweet and low, that's the way I like it when you say my name. Sweet and low, sweet chariot. Baby won't you carry me, baby won't you carry me home. Count me out Scream and shout. Put me to the test. Sense of risk. Synthetic. Only on request. Say goodbye. Sayonara, sugar. If you're so hot to go, well, you can hit the road. Ciao, bello. Sweet and low, that's the way I like it. Sweet and low, that's the way I like it when you say my name. Sweet and low, baby I can't fight it. Sweet and low. Baby I can't fight it when you say my name sweet and low. Sweet chariot. Baby won't you carry me. Sweet and low. Sweet chariot. Baby won't you carry me. Baby won't you carry me home. Time to fly. Sayonara, sugar. If you're so hot to go, well, you can hit the road. Ciao, bello. Sweet and low, that's the way I like it. Sweet and low, baby I can't fight it when you say my name. Sweet and low. Make me feel delightful. Sweet and low. Make me feel delightful, I'll make you feel the same. Say goodbye. Baby won't you carry me home. Baby won't you carry me home. Say bye bye. Baby won't you carry me home. Sweet and low. Say goodbye. Baby won't you carry me home. Baby won't you carry me. Baby won't you carry me home. Sayonara, sugar. Baby won't you carry me home. Baby won't you carry me. Baby won't you carry me home. Sweet and low. Say bye bye. Baby won't you carry me home. Baby won't you carry me home. Sweet and low. Baby won't you carry me home. |
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Daybreak comes alive when I'm with you, boy.
Too late. Can't survive without you in my world. Falling down like rain, I hear the thunder. I've thrown it all away to keep from going under. I gotta go back, back from the place that has no shame. I gotta go back to go where the past doesn't show. I'll take the blame. I can see clearly now. I can go all the way. I can see clearly now that you're near me. All left. Gone away. Open up your eyes. You've seen yesterday. Now time to run and hide. (it comes as no surprise.) |
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Everytime I meet you at the feet of eros, we'll be in our street clothes and pretend we've never met, and I will tell you, "my name is angel".
When you call me angel I'll freeze like a statuette. Mmm, they will point and say I look very real. Yes they will. I guess we all take turns on the water wheel. Baby, last night you made me think, now strike me pink. Maybe you'll bring me a lucky streak. Well, strike me pink. So what if our love is tragic; part of a missing link? Baby your touch is magic. You strike me pink. I know that I'm in for a rude awakening. Only you can make me come from behind the door. Is it me or the earth that's shaking? Only you can make me still come back for more. Mmm, they will point and say I look very real, yes they will. I guess we all take turns on the water wheel. Mmm, they will point and say I look very real, yes they will. I guess we all have turns on the wonder wheel. |
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| 4:28 |
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I've touched some objects of faith more precious than pieces of eight.
Seen sacred places and ritual ways, but for communion let's go to my place. I learned to pray on my knees. Been taken in hand, if you please. Had my own revelations, ideas about fate, but for communion let's go to my place. So as the body, so as the blood, sacred as the soul is to love. Don't be mistaken if you don't understand, divinely simple. Part of the plan. Take! Eat! This is my body! I give it to you. Take! Drink! This is my blood. Do it in remembrance of me (so you won't forget me). Now, I've been a witness of grace. Iive stared sacred days in the face. The long long parade of ritual ways, but for communion let's go to my place. Sacred stories are told. They're passed on like pieces of gold. So make your conclusions, consider your fate, and for communion let's go to my place. Are you ready? Are you ready for communion? |
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| 4:47 |
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| 3:01 |
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| 6:48 |
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| 15. |
| 4:30 |
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Love is what we hunger for, the appetite is strong.
Baby, take a little more. Baby, come along. Not for ever and a day. Not for evermore. Not for always. Not that way. Maybe just for sure. It's like walking on little feet, one small step at a time. Just like when we learn to speak. Small words do just fine. Not for ever and a day. Not for evermore. Not for always. Not that way. Maybe just for sure. You know, I've been as honest with you as I've been true to myself. Counting my fingers, one of every kind. I'm taking inventory, making sure what's mine, and when I look for someone to count on I take my time. Baby, when we speak of love and promises to keep, when it comes to push or shove vows can fall asleep. Not for ever and a day. Not for evermore. Not for always. Not that way. Maybe just for sure. Now you know exactly how I feel about making promises I can't keep and about saying the small words "i love you". |
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| 17. |
| 4:05 |
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I wanna dance with Harry Dean
Drive through Texas in a black limousine I want a piece of heaven before I die I wanna pair of pink high heels That catch the lights up on the Ferris wheel But what I really want I just can't buy Here comes the twenty-first century It's gonna be much better for a girl like me Cuz I want everything I can But most of all I want that man I want that man I wanna move like what's his name I'll keep the money, you can have the fame Everything that's yours will soon be mine Yeah, I wanna be the Queen of the USA You could send me roses every other day But what I really want I just can't buy Here comes the twenty first century It's gonna be much better for a girl like me Cuz I want everything I can But most of all I want that man I want that man Hey! I wanna be kissed from head to toe By that man in the very back row But he won't even look me in the eye Ah, I want his love to rain right down on me I want him to be king of all my dreams But what I really want I just can't hide Here comes the twenty first century It's gonna be much better for a girl like me Cuz I want everything I can But most of all I want that man I want that man |
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I wanna dance with Harry Dean
Drive through Texas in a black limousine I want a piece of heaven before I die I wanna pair of pink high heels That catch the lights up on the Ferris wheel But what I really want I just can't buy Here comes the twenty-first century It's gonna be much better for a girl like me Cuz I want everything I can But most of all I want that man I want that man I wanna move like what's his name I'll keep the money, you can have the fame Everything that's yours will soon be mine Yeah, I wanna be the Queen of the USA You could send me roses every other day But what I really want I just can't buy Here comes the twenty first century It's gonna be much better for a girl like me Cuz I want everything I can But most of all I want that man I want that man Hey! I wanna be kissed from head to toe By that man in the very back row But he won't even look me in the eye Ah, I want his love to rain right down on me I want him to be king of all my dreams But what I really want I just can't hide Here comes the twenty first century It's gonna be much better for a girl like me Cuz I want everything I can But most of all I want that man I want that man |
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