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Who's that gigolo on the street
With his hands in his pockets and his crocadile feet Hanging off the curb, looking all disturbed At the boys from home. They all came running They were making noise, manhandling toys That's the girls on the block with the nasty curls Wearing padded bras sucking beers through straws Dropping down their drawers, where did you get yours? Gigolo, Huh, sukka? Gigolo. Gigolo, Huh, sukka? Chorus1: Who's looking good today? Who's looking good in every way? No style rookie You better watch don't mess with me Chorus2: No moneyman can win my love It's sweetness that I'm thinking of. We always hang in a Buffalo Stance We do the dive every time we dance I'll give you love baby not romance I'll make a move nothing left to chance So don't you get fresh with me Get funky. Yeah Timmy. Tell it like it is. Check out this DJ. So you say you wanted money but you know it's never funny When your shoes worn through and there's a rumble in your tummy But you had to have style get a gold tooth smile Put a girl on the corner so you can make a pile Committed a crime and went inside It was coming your way but you had to survive When you lost your babe, you lost the race Now you're looking at me to take her place. Chorus1 Smokin.' Not cokin.' Get funky sax. Looking good, hanging with the wild bunch. Looking good in a Buffalo Stance. Looking good when it comes to the crunch Looking good's a state of mind State of mind don't look behind you State of mind or you'll be dead State of mind may I remind you Bomb the Bass...rock this place! What is he like? What's he like anway? Yo' man what do you expect the guy's a gigolo man You know I mean? Chorus2 X 2 Wind on my face, sound in my ears Water from my eyes, and you on my mind As I sink, diving down deep...deeper into your soul. Chorus2 to fade... |
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Ok, you're on your own, it's late
Your girlfriend is on another date with the hero in your dream Turn around, ask yourself. so, you think you're gonna win this time manchild? Is it the pain of the drinking Or the sunday sinking feeling The car never seems to work When it's late your girlfriend's on a date And the hero with her in your dream In your sleep it seemed to like you Turn around and ask yourself Turn around ask yourself Chorus: Manchild, will you ever win Manchild, look at the state you're in Could you go undercover And sell your brand new lover (could you) Be someone else for a night Maybe someone else will love you You sell your soul for a tacky song Like the one you hear on the radio Turn around ask yourself Turn around and ask yourself Chorus: Manchild, will you ever win Manchild, look at the state you're in Manchild, he will make you cry Manchild, manchild, manchild From monday down to friday You're working on another man's car Or is it in the factory? It doesn't matter where you are Just turn around and ask yourself is this communication Accentuate the positive and give some illustration See manchild, you're no one, you turn the microphone on Control communication when i'm kickin' it and so on To the point that i need, the air that i breathe Into an audience that's waiting and ecstatic to receive For the meantime another mean rhyme, i keep on sayin' it I know what the time is the crowd will keep playing it Through the speaker boxes loud's my diagnosis 'cause i believe in miracles and words in heavy doses. Enough r-e-s-p-e and c-t Respect your |
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| 3:57 |
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Down this wild street walks Walks a child with no trace Of ever being as young as her sister is A local neighborhood crush the boys would hide out and watch Her hanging washing on the line all the time Chorus: More like a woman she talks like one She was the first girl, she was the first girl To turn the boys on Boys boys Wrapped around her finger So young Making love was only dreaming This girl she's got another story When they are gone she blows them kisses on the wind At the corner shop half way down the block All the radios pumping to the way she walks Past the fly boy's art where her name's engraved Sweet liberty is what it says Chorus The price of puberty's got A way of showing It doesn't come in easy stages Her mother's face in the pot She won't ever leave it She needs a bell to ring the changes Chorus to fade... |
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| 4:51 | 
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| 5. |
| 5:06 |
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Autumn breeze, a spring tease
Summer days and winter nights The seasons change and that's a fact Is it not Domo arigato, danke, merci Mothers and daughters, fathers and sons Here's hoping you'll know the right time when it comes Like i did 'cause i knew though nobody told Me a damn thing about how the world grows Right here before you, you can't even blink if you do you'll miss it so take time to think About your position, your place in this world About what you're here for so check it out girl Boys to the right and you're in this too Come on be real now can we count on you To be strong and to love us like through thick and thin with your heart and your soul not the size of your dick. Yeah, uh huh yeah uh huh So check this out Hey what's this sitting in my lap Why it's the next generation. And do you know what comes from the best love in the world you could possibly ever have, Yes it's the next generation The children are the chosen ones, Society's got it's piorities wrong. the schools are closing down. Don't be messing with our future - black babies, white babies, Quarter puerto ricans, two sixths chinese, Any combination you could possibly imagine, But this important as the ground we walk on, people are people you know what i mean, Even the baby with a portaphone Attached to its' buggy pushed by a clone And the black market baby that unwanted baby. For 50,000 it belonged to the rich Well he didn't like his face, She said it didn't matter 'cause her husband was a surgeon. Ha ha ha ha - urr - sick Ain't ain't that ain't that sick - Shucks it breaks my heart. Operate on a baby urr sick. -acapo |
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| 4:30 |
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I'm in a home run, i'm in a home run,
On the last stretch,on the last stretch. I'm in a home run, i'm in a home run, On the left foot, with the right foot. I'm in a home run, i'm in a home run, On the last stretch,on the last stretch. I'm in a home run, i'm in a home run, On the left foot, with the right foot. You could have reached for me, saved me from lying and i wanted to touch you. But i was stuck on my island, With a puddle of misunderstanding like a sea between us. When we anchored our love in the harbour seems so long ago. When we anchored our love in the harbour seems so long ago. I'm in a home run, i'm in a home run, On the last stretch,on the last stretch. I'm in a home run, i'm in a home run, On the left foot, with the right foot. Come rain come shine i'm leaving this love ghetto. Come rain come shine i'm leaving this love ghetto. Chasing you is haunting me, but i know that girl is lying. You upset my chemistry. Baby i'm sick of crying, Forever is only like the sky and the sea between us. When we anchored our love in the harbour seems so long ago. When we anchored our love in the harbour seems so long ago. Come rain come shine i'm leaving this love ghetto. Come rain come shine i'm leaving this love ghetto. I can't see a way every day we are the same Turning round and round i pick you up and then you let me down Never will i blame, never will i hate I'll just have to go saving you from saving me. I'm in a home run, i'm in a home run, On the last stretch,on the last stretch. I'm in a home run, i'm in a home run, On the left foot, with the right foot.-ac |
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| 5:09 |
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Out of control
Mmm - stick it where it hurts Girl, i'll be peeling you off the ceiling. that's right hee hee Ladies and gentlemen - neneh cherry Well you laughed at me right in my face At the wrong time and in the wrong place You turned around and said "i'm all shook up" Said to me "i'm your sweet buttercup" you're lying, you're lying, begging him to stay and crying You're lying, you're lying, you're never satisfied Chorus: Heart, heart you can't break my heart Hard, hard you think you're so hard If you meant what you did it wouldn't been half as bad But you did it in spite and that just isn't right You took my man and didn't mean it But you did it to hurt my feelings What i should do is slap you in your face You left me here with a pain below my waste You lose a guy you move into the larder You got no style, why don't you try a little harder Chocolates, bananas, doughnuts and salami Ain't gonna fit cause you're full of bologna Chorus: Only back alley rats take other people's cats And then strike back, that isn't where i'm at Anyway, it's gonna get you anyway Anyday, i'm gonna get you, get you Chorus I thought you were my friend. god, you're so digital girl. You're like one of those cabbage patch creatures - dj You burn the candle at both ends You're gonna feel the heat If everything you do comes back to you By now you'd be dead meat You took my man and took his body strapped him to your bed just to have his baby Everybody knows you're a phoney You just want his alimoney Chorus |
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| 3:55 |
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If you're gonna play with my soul,
Why don't you take a look at your own first. No pain is lean enough, it's always filled with hurt, And those feelings, you know i felt them first And it hurts. So why don't you stop phoney ladies in my face to cramp my freedom, Phoney ladies that mess me up, calling names to cramp my freedom And you don't even wanna see them calling names to cramp my freedom Phoney ladies that mess me up. Nobody's gonna grab my freedom, nobody's gonna mess me up. You becoming a victim of the game, Don't you forget i'm your sister and your friend too. The way you treat me will put this house to shame, Your secret conversations put you in the frame. In the frame So why don't you stop phoney ladies in my face to cramp my freedom, Phoney ladies that mess me up, calling names to cramp my freedom And you don't even wanna see them calling names to cramp my freedom Phoney ladies that mess me up. Nobody's gonna grab my freedom, nobody's gonna mess me up. No money money money can buy what we've got, No money money money can buy what we've got, No money money money can buy what we've got, No money money money can buy what we've got. [spoken] you're playing games, Trying to make me jealous. It'll never save us now. So why don't you stop calling ladies in my face to cramp my freedom, Phoney ladies that mess me up, calling names to cramp my freedom And you don't even wanna see them calling ladies to cramp my freedom Phoney ladies that mess me up. Nobody's gonna grab my freedom, nobody's gonna mess me up... (no money money money can buy what we've got...) |
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| 5:05 |
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When you dance all night giving it all you got,
And you cover me in your body sweat Like liquid honey, your kiss is so sweet You're my fantasy. Oh won't you stay with me. You're driving me wild. You're driving me crazy Baby, You are outr?risqu?locomotive, driving me crazy. Baby baby, You're a super static automative, crazy or lazy. I know the flesh is weak, I pray my soul to keep providing me with dignity. My body's clean but my mind is so bad If you want some of this You've got to be my man, don't you see. You're driving me wild. You're driving me crazy (baby) Baby, You are outr?risqu?locomotive, driving me crazy. Baby, baby, You're a super static automative, crazy or lazy. Hey boy your love is kicking No i think your love is dope What am i gonna do when the night is through? I got an obsession and you know that's you Punping in my body, driving me crazy Ina dry land you're like an oasis Making me hot, making me lazy - you amaze me. So you be the train and i'll be the track You turn me into a mono maniac There ain't no stopping me when i go off I don't show off, i need to cool off My body's pullin' me in each and everyday Coca cola kool aid wet my whistle baby, baby, baby Everyone's looking for a true love Everyone's looking for a true love For the true love Baby, You are outr?risqu?locomotive, driving me crazy. Baby, baby, You're a super static automative, crazy or lazy. I make sure to preserve what i have My body's clean but my mind is bad You know some girls and boys it's sad Lost t |
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| 4:03 |
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I can see this picture of myself
In a green dress i felt lost The first time i went to school I was 4 feet 2, 6 feet scared and so distressed This dress was green, i was the best dressed I'd ever been, first day at school I said teacher teacher i know my abc's I want to read and write, i want to understand Why the sky never ends and why the sky is blue And not white - right But when i spoke my heart broke 'cause it was plain to see that school Would never be the picture for my fantasy I know where i'm going and where i'm coming from So here i come, so here i come I know where i'm going and where i'm coming from So here i come, so here i come Slowly i came to discover Time, heals, time feels so young When you're having fun At 13 my kiss was sweet and not deep Covered in blush kiss 'n tell My lips were deep red and shiny as hell In my stairwell kiss "n" love discovered me Undercover my fantasy my first kiss hit and miss He wasn't impressed 'cause i wouldn't get undressed Wrote my name on the wall - my hair was pressed He had blue balls If you want to rock you've got to roll it If you gonna live you've got to show it And if you're gonna do it, you got to do it right - don't you know it I know where i'm going and where i'm coming from So here i come, so here i come I know where i'm going and where i'm coming from So here i come, so here i come On the rooftops i seen panties drop And thru the windows behind the screens In the red light after a fight love was made Love was saved 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 in hell just to go straight to heaven I might have been lost but now |
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When you turn around baby,
I'll be watching you, I can see through you, Maybe then you'll see, That i ain't playing. I'm to be taken seriously. You know what i'm saying?. And so the story goes. One night when i was shaking, And i definately wasn't faking, I was lost in a trance, Doing my own dance, My girls on my side, Were concentrating on the music playing, And the speakers vibrating, I shut my eyes, and the next thing i knew, All i could smell was leather and brute, Imposing on my groove, standing on my side, And licking your lips, and rocking your thighs, I wanted to die laughing, at your serious, I've come to save you expression, But i held my breath and said who are you? Baby, my name is drew, I'm gonna make you my bitch, Maximum tender, Feminine gender, Come on baby it's time to surrender, I'm drew, (so what you gonna go) I just want to get into you, Hey bitch don't be so uptight, We can make a date through tonight, And then before hell breaks loose, I'll just turn up the juice. I say: Hey all you people my name is mr smalls, And some of the girls are saying i am the one with the greatest heart, No matter where i go (gimme a break) no matter who i show And i'm mr smalls (is that right, wait now), I stomped this joint from top to toe, I found nothing but half pint two bit guys, Acting out the parts, who might have been charming, Some are in a movie being batman and robin, It's not the way you look, cause you ain't half bad, It's the way you act that makes me sad, You know you think you're finger licking and thatc1 |
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Out of control
Mmm - stick it where it hurts Girl, i'll be peeling you off the ceiling. that's right hee hee Ladies and gentlemen - neneh cherry Well you laughed at me right in my face At the wrong time and in the wrong place You turned around and said "i'm all shook up" Said to me "i'm your sweet buttercup" you're lying, you're lying, begging him to stay and crying You're lying, you're lying, you're never satisfied Chorus: Heart, heart you can't break my heart Hard, hard you think you're so hard If you meant what you did it wouldn't been half as bad But you did it in spite and that just isn't right You took my man and didn't mean it But you did it to hurt my feelings What i should do is slap you in your face You left me here with a pain below my waste You lose a guy you move into the larder You got no style, why don't you try a little harder Chocolates, bananas, doughnuts and salami Ain't gonna fit cause you're full of bologna Chorus: Only back alley rats take other people's cats And then strike back, that isn't where i'm at Anyway, it's gonna get you anyway Anyday, i'm gonna get you, get you Chorus I thought you were my friend. god, you're so digital girl. You're like one of those cabbage patch creatures - dj You burn the candle at both ends You're gonna feel the heat If everything you do comes back to you By now you'd be dead meat You took my man and took his body strapped him to your bed just to have his baby Everybody knows you're a phoney You just want his alimoney Chorus |
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Who's that gigolo on the street
With his hands in his pockets and his crocadile feet Hanging off the curb, looking all disturbed At the boys from home. They all came running They were making noise, manhandling toys That's the girls on the block with the nasty curls Wearing padded bras sucking beers through straws Dropping down their drawers, where did you get yours? Gigolo, Huh, sukka? Gigolo. Gigolo, Huh, sukka? Chorus1: Who's looking good today? Who's looking good in every way? No style rookie You better watch don't mess with me Chorus2: No moneyman can win my love It's sweetness that I'm thinking of. We always hang in a Buffalo Stance We do the dive every time we dance I'll give you love baby not romance I'll make a move nothing left to chance So don't you get fresh with me Get funky. Yeah Timmy. Tell it like it is. Check out this DJ. So you say you wanted money but you know it's never funny When your shoes worn through and there's a rumble in your tummy But you had to have style get a gold tooth smile Put a girl on the corner so you can make a pile Committed a crime and went inside It was coming your way but you had to survive When you lost your babe, you lost the race Now you're looking at me to take her place. Chorus1 Smokin.' Not cokin.' Get funky sax. Looking good, hanging with the wild bunch. Looking good in a Buffalo Stance. Looking good when it comes to the crunch Looking good's a state of mind State of mind don't look behind you State of mind or you'll be dead State of mind may I remind you Bomb the Bass...rock this place! What is he like? What's he like anway? Yo' man what do you expect the guy's a gigolo man You know I mean? Chorus2 X 2 Wind on my face, sound in my ears Water from my eyes, and you on my mind As I sink, diving down deep...deeper into your soul. Chorus2 to fade... |
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Ok, you're on your own, it's late
Your girlfriend is on another date with the hero in your dream Turn around, ask yourself. so, you think you're gonna win this time manchild? Is it the pain of the drinking Or the sunday sinking feeling The car never seems to work When it's late your girlfriend's on a date And the hero with her in your dream In your sleep it seemed to like you Turn around and ask yourself Turn around ask yourself Chorus: Manchild, will you ever win Manchild, look at the state you're in Could you go undercover And sell your brand new lover (could you) Be someone else for a night Maybe someone else will love you You sell your soul for a tacky song Like the one you hear on the radio Turn around ask yourself Turn around and ask yourself Chorus: Manchild, will you ever win Manchild, look at the state you're in Manchild, he will make you cry Manchild, manchild, manchild From monday down to friday You're working on another man's car Or is it in the factory? It doesn't matter where you are Just turn around and ask yourself is this communication Accentuate the positive and give some illustration See manchild, you're no one, you turn the microphone on Control communication when i'm kickin' it and so on To the point that i need, the air that i breathe Into an audience that's waiting and ecstatic to receive For the meantime another mean rhyme, i keep on sayin' it I know what the time is the crowd will keep playing it Through the speaker boxes loud's my diagnosis 'cause i believe in miracles and words in heavy doses. Enough r-e-s-p-e and c-t Respect your |
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