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Pauline
More than a memory girl Got to tell you what Was a cold blue sofa And an oriental rug When your man got down And your man told me Let's go Pauline More than a memory girl Got to tell you what Smells like a magazine Tastes like a watermelon Looks like, looks like, looks like We've got a problem It felt like love when he pulled me near I was born in spring I was looking for a thrill In your pale summer dress And your catalog skirt I wore black I wore heels I wore an oxblood t-shirt Pauline More than a memory girl Got to tell you what The lad looked down While the record player turned I was sweet and pretty Like a Chinese glamour girl Ooh, it felt like love when he pulled me near I was born in spring I was looking for a thrill In your pale summer dress And your catalog skirt I wore black I wore heels I wore a tight red t-shirt Pauline More than a memory girl Got to tell you what Pauline More than a memory girl Got to tell you what Was a cold blue sofa And an oriental rug When your man got down And your man told me When your man got down And your man told When your man got down And your man told me Let's go Let's go Let's go |
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| 2. |
| 2:45 |
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When it rains I throw up my windows
On a cold dark day I run in the street I'm OK when the howling wind blows Yeah, it's alright with me When it's hot like the devil laughing, HA! I will put on my hat and coat and see That I'm always happy keeping up With a man just a step ahead of me He thinks he's in love with this girl But I know that he can't be in love with her He's in love with me When the time is right, I will rip it up When the time is right, then it don't mean a thing When the time is right, I've already given up When the time is alright with me He thinks he's in love with this girl But I know that he can't be in love with her He's in love with me Best I'm here When it rains and the howling wind blows I go insane and I march in the street And the drums and the crashing cymbals Yes, it's alright with me When it's hot, hot, hot I will dance in the streets When it's hot I will sing I will clap, I will stamp my feet I know what tomorrow brings The man's keeping up with me Yes, the man's keeping up with me He thinks he's in love with this girl But I know that he can't be in love with her He thinks he's in love with this girl But I know, yes I know |
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| 3. |
| 5:01 |
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My man's so debonaire
Filthy rich, feathers in his hair Taking off from where he stands Loves his girlfriend Drives around Tells me to sit in the middle closer to him Taking off, we're bound to land Kissed my lips and holds my hand Some boys tell stories Some boys are cruel Sometimes I worry But I know he's better than the rest of them My man, without a care Time to spend flying through the air Taking off from where he stands Loves me truly Some boys tell stories Some boys are cruel Sometimes I worry But I know he's better than the rest of them Drives around Tells me to sit in the middle closer to him Taking off, we've left the ground Kissed my lips and holds my hand |
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| 2:42 |
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I won't be good anymore
I'll only walk electrically I'll spit and curse And snarl of course Until I find you pitying me The laundry I will hang at you So willing to ignore I can't go on I'm buttoning my coat I won't be good anymore I won't be good anymore I'll tramp around ferociously I'll laugh a while Unsightly how Until I find you pitying me What's wrong with everything you do You're such a stupid bore I can't go on I'm buttoning my coat I won't be good anymore Killer of high spirits Killer of trust Killer of all my dreams Killer of love No good I won't be good anymore I'll swallow everything I see I'll knock it back Another round Until I find you pitying me Much more than I could ever want So foolish from a whore I can't go on I'm buttoning my coat I won't be good anymore I won't be good anymore I'll tramp around successfully I'll bare my teeth So hungrily Until I find you pitying me Much stronger I will lock my jaws And tear myself a hole I can't go on I'm buttoning my coat I won't be good anymore Killer of high spirits Killer of trust Killer of all my dreams Killer of love No good, no more No good, no more No good, no more No good, no more No good, no more No good, no more No good, no more No good, no more No good, no more |
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| 4:50 |
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too bad about you
too bad about you too bad so tall and so smooth so wondrous, cad so far from the top of your head to the ground if you picked me up you could carry me around too bad too bad too bad i'm always awake looking out at the empire state building chrysler give a wink and the bradbury in LA, los angeles my edison dreams won't keep me from seeing the truth you should have come with me too bad about you too bad about you too bad about you too bad so tough and so cool so many others have had so far from the top of your head to the ground if you picked me up you could carry me around too bad i'm always awake looking out at the first interstate building biltmore give a kisss oh the old vi bliss in LA los angeles my bradbury dreams won't keep me from seeing the truth you should have come with me too bad about you you should have come with me too bad about you |
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| 6. |
| 1:35 |
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1970 red chevelle
Fire-engine hot i'm going to sell I'm gonna be rich i'm gonna be a millionaire Deep-bucket seats black-lined on top Rolling down the street i'm ready to pop There ain't nobody there ain't nobody there ain't nobody to mmm stop me Seven-inch chrome rims never seen a day since 1982 been tucked away Hundred miles an hour Oh man this boy is fast 1970 red chevelle Hot-rod muscle car going to hell I'll never get caught I'll never get caught I'll never never never never never never never get caught Single-spot malibu everything's stark Look out mama when i'm screaming down the block California new york whoa baby you're a big shot 1970 red chevelle Cranberry tart i'm going to sell I'm gonna get rich I'm gonna get rich I'm gonna get rich I'm gonna be a millionaire |
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| 1:17 |
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Turn a dime, into a dollar
Steal a kiss, shake a hand Make a friend, hustling around Running through the paper Keep an eye out For the big money maker Life is so short equipment in cars Big wad of cash Deep in your trousers Baby won’t forget The moment that you had The moment that you had The moment that you had |
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| 2:04 |
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come on baby, where did you go
always asking so many questions I want mine, you want yours we don't have to talk about it all night long, you're worrying so action is action don't you want to get some? sometimes honey, I don't know you're so funny, can't keep from going over all of the possible concerns all night long, you're worrying so action is action don't you want to get some? you poor old man now, look at you go can't stop thinking wanting to do what's proper and good oh oh oh oh OH action is action action is action action is action don't you want to get some? action is action action is action action is action don't you want to get some? |
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| 9. |
| 2:29 |
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My clock said one
When he entered through the back door Easily quietly How could i have known Heavily i slept while Stealthily he crept from room to room He left my platinum diamond ring And never checked to see my color tv Surely i'd regret my life meant nothing to him Anything i kept barely managed to amuse him Oh endlessly i miss you Endlessly i forget you Endlessly i forget The minutes marched in tall black boots Time went on and came back again What grew in place of his heart jumped out of his chest I would've called out I think that i didn't Endlessly i miss you Endlessly i forget His hand was full and human Over my mouth Rush of lightning pulled me to consciousness Dear one i was a friend to life How could you let me lose it Endlessly i forget |
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| 10. |
| 2:24 |
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You put your dollar down
You want to paint the town But then you never, never, never know How red the lights can be When you're alone with me You live so fast, why don't you take it slow And when you find your card up on the tabletops And dear, you never, never, never know How lovely life can be When you're alone with me You live so fast, why don't you take it slow Tell me again I'm everything I know I am Poor darling dear You never know the party's here Tell me again I'm wonderful, I know I am Poor darling dear You never know the party's here Oh mister, where you are Is smoke on his cigar And then you never, never, never know How lovely life can be When you're alone with me You live so fast, why don't you take it slow, slow, slow down Tell me again, again I'm everyone I know I am Poor darling dear You never know the party's here Tell me again I'm wonderful, I know I am Poor darling dear, dear You never know the party's here You never know the party's here, right here, man You never know the party's here, I'm here, man You never know the party's here |
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| 2:57 |
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I'm sharpening my teeth
Someday, I think we'll meet again Dark alley somewhere Nobody will hear Just you and me, my dear I'm taking you out It used to be the case I'd happily erase The feeling I was robbed The feeling I was raped I'm taking you out (x3) It's true, you're looking good A man inside a pair of shoes Silver leather jacket too What about the way you dance The way you move I'm taking you out (x7) It's true, you're looking good A man inside a pair of shoes Silver leather jacket too What about the way you groove You're so groovy I'm teetering in heels Stiletto babe and pinking shears A razor's sharp will pierce your ears Nudie suit, you look so cute I'm taking you out It's true, you're looking smooth A man inside a pair of shoes Silver leather jacket too Mmm, you own this town Don't you I'm taking you out (x7) I mean it |
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| 13. |
| 4:52 |
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I wish my heart would burn
I wish it up in flames I'm giving up the fight, my Lord Man come to take me away I'm letting go my bike I laid it down the front lawn I'm driving now, this ride from hell You can hear me going but I'm already gone My pocket knife, my lucky charm One pebble black and smooth and worn My checkerboard shoes, my basketball Was just a child, that's all I wish my heart would burn I wish it up in flames I'm giving up the fight, my Lord When it calls, he whispers my name I'm letting go my room, Mom You can give it to my brother All my stickers and my records I got sickness in my blood And it's rocking me so hard I won't need to bring along my stereo We got girls, we got women We got rye, we got wine We got music on a movie Make you shake your behind We got red, we got yellow We got tiny little white Gonna lift me up and let me go I'm flying, yes I oh I wish my heart would burn I wish it up in flames I'm giving up the fight, my Lord I'm the man in the suit I'm the man I'm the man in the suit I'm the man in the suit I'm the man I'm the man in the suit, yes I am |
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