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All work and no play,
Makes Dick a dull dull boy, career gets in the way. Square jaw, ooo, such a handsome face, Why do you have to save the human race? Life of crime, no it never pays, Clean up the streets and make your secret get-away. All alone, in your room with your radio, No one to hold you, had to let her go. *You're a man with a gun in your hand, Waging a war between good and evil can be a bore. If you don't take time, it's not nice, So here's my advice Take your love on the run, Oh God, let me be the one. Ah, ah, ah, man with a gun All boss and no brains, Bullies and thugs, they take up all your time in vain. Can't let go, someone cries and you hear the call, Who's gonna catch you, don't good guys ever fall? *Repeat All alone, in your room with your radio, No one to hold you, I would never let you go. *Repeat 'Cause I can show you some fun And I don't mean with a gun. No. You are a man with a gun in your hand Waging a war between good and evil can be a bore. If you don't take time, it's not nice, So here's my advice Take your love on the run, Oh God, let me be the one. Ah, ah, ah, man with a gun, take it out of your hand Waging a war between good and evil can be a bore. If you don't make time, it's not nice, So here's my advice Take your love on the run, Oh God, let me be the one. |
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| 2. |
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Sooner or later you're gonna be mine,
Sooner or later you're gonna be fine. Baby, it's time that you face it, I always get my man. Sooner or later you're gonna decide, Sooner or later there's nowhere to hide. Baby, it's time, so why waste it in chatter? Let's settle the matter. Baby, you're mine on a platter, I always get my man. But if you insist, babe, the challenge delights me. The more you resist, babe, the more it excites me. And no one I've kissed, babe, ever fights me again. If you're on my list, it's just a question of when. When I get a yen, then baby, Amen. I'm counting to ten, and then ... I'm gonna love you like nothing you've known, I'm gonna love you, and you all alone. Sooner is better than later but lover, I'll hover, I'll plan. This time I'm not only getting, I'm holding my man. |
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| 3:59 |
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Come over here!
Some girls, they like candy, and others, they like to grind, I'll settle for the back of your hand somewhere on my behind. Treat me like I'm a bad girl, even when I'm being good to you, I don't want you to thank me, you can just spank me. Mmm. Some guys like to sweet talk, and others, they like to tease, Tie my hands behind my back and, ooo, I'm in ecstasy. Don't slobber me with kisses, I can get that from my sisters, Before I get too cranky, you better... *Like hanky panky (hanky panky), Nothing like a good spanky (good spanky). Don't take out your handkerchiefs, I don't wanna cry, I just wanna hanky panky. Like hanky panky (hanky panky), Nothing like a good spanky (good spanky). Don't take out your handkerchiefs, I don't wanna cry, I just wanna hanky panky guy. Oooo. Please don't call a doctor, 'cause there's nothing wrong with me, I just like things a little rough and you better not disagree. 'Cause I don't like a big softie, (no), I like someone mean and bossy, Let me speak to you frankly, you better... *Repeat Oooo, yeah. What about? Yeah. That's an interesting... Oooo. My bottom hurts just thinking about it. [She wants you to] Treat me like I'm a bad girl, [She needs you to] Even when I'm being good to you. I don't want you to thank me (Don't thank her), you better... *Repeat (Hanky panky) Oooh, yeah (Good spanky) Get the picture? (Don't wanna cry, I just wanna) That's the way I came into this world, The doctor said, "Lady, she's a beautiful girl." He gave me a spanky and the doctor smiled, So give it up, honey, 'cause I want it. Yeah. (Hanky panky, good spanky, don't wanna cry, I just wanna) |
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| 4. |
| 1:44 |
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I'm Going Bananas - Madonna
written by Michael Kernan and Andy Paley Hola! Ese bato loco! I'm going bananas, And I feel like my poor little mind is being devoured by piranhas, For I'm going bananas. I'm non compos mentes, And I feel like a tooth being drilled, a nerve being killed by a dentist, For I'm non compos mentes. Who knows? Could be the tropic heat Or something that I eat, That makes me gonzo. I do carry on so, for I'm going bananas, Someone book me a room in the hot haciendo with all my mananas For I'm going bananas. I'm going meshuga All day long there's a man in my brain incessently playing "Booga wooga", But I'm going meshuga. There's bats in my belfry. Won't you make sure this straightjacket's tight, Otherwise I might get myself free. Yes, there's bats in my belfry. Who knows? Could be the wine I drink Or it's the way I think, That makes me gonzo. Oh, Doctor Alonzo says I'm going bananas, Someone get me a bed in the "Casa de Loco" for all my mananas, For I'm going bananas. Yes, I'm going bananas. Si, I'm going bananas. |
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| 4:06 |
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My guy is really something,
he's sensitive and shy My guy is such a bumpkin, it doesn't take much to make him cry. If you hurt someone helpless, it's like taking away all his toys, He's just a cry baby boy. My guy is sentimental, he's always feeling blue He can be so temperamental and I don't know what I should do. If you step on a little bug he cries all over the floor, He's just a cry baby bore. *I don't want to hurt his feelings, But his outbursts have me really Boo-hoo-hoo-ing all the time, If I turn out like him, I think I'm gonna cry, baby La, la, la, la, la, la, He's such a cry baby, La, la, la, la, la, la. And I'll tell you something else My guy is such a wet noodle, he's always teary-eyed He acts like a real cock-a-doodle, he can't even tell you why. If you just play him a sappy song, he acts like his doggie just died, He's just a cry baby guy. No kidding, oh dear My guy is such a whiner, he's worse than baddie so A cockroach seen in the diner, and the tears flow out of the blue. And if I ask him to knock it off, he goes and cries in the can, He's such a cry baby man. *Repeat I love a cry baby, La, la, la, la, la, la. He's such a cry baby, La, la, la, la, la, la. Would you knock it off please? Thank you. |
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| 5:06 |
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Seems I've played the game for much too long
I let people buy my love and I Never got to sing my songs for you. I had all my bets laid all on you Set your stakes too high, you're bound to lose. In the game of love you pay your dues. Say that happiness cannot be measured, And a little pain can bring you all life's little pleasures. What a joke. *I was not your woman, I was not your friend, But you gave me something to remember. No other man said love yourself Nobody else can. We weren't meant to be, At least not in this lifetime, But you gave me something to remember. I hear you still say, "Love yourself". I had all my bets laid all on you Set your stakes too high, you're bound to lose. In the game of love I've paid my dues. Guess I'm waiting for my place in your sun, Wish I had the chance to know you and it wasn't stormy weather. What a shame, who's to blame? *Repeat |
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| 5:13 |
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I'm gonna show you that good guys don't always win
I'm gonna show you the brighter side of living in sin. So when you're six feet under, you won't wonder why Just 'cause you got a halo don't mean that you can fly. If you thought it was over, you're way off track You made a blunder, and... *You put me back, back in business, This ain't no hit or miss, I'm gonna get my way. 'Cause you put me back, back in business, You're my first witness, and I'm here to stay. I'm gonna show you good guys always finish last Speaking of virtue, being nice is a thing of the past. When I want something done, I'll say it with a gun Just 'cause you're an angel don't mean you're having fun. I just wanted to thank you for what you lack Hope they don't hang you, 'cause *Repeat A tisket, a tasket, you've lost your yellow basket. You don't know if you want to hit me or kiss me. I just wanted to thank you for what you lack Hope they don't hang you, 'cause *Repeat **He's back in business now Give me a hand and I'll take a bow. He's back in business now Bah dah dah, bah dah dah, bah dah dah, bah dah dah. He's coming back in style Give me an inch and I'll take a mile. He's back and why oh why Bah dah dah, bah dah dah, bah dah dah, bah dah dah. He's coming back in style Give me an inch and I'll take a mile. He's back and why oh why Bah dah dah, bah dah dah, bah dah dah, bah dah dah. |
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| 8. |
| 4:59 |
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More
written by Stephen Sondheim Track 8, Time: 4:56 ------------------------- Once upon a time I had plenty of nothing, Which was fine with me. Because I had rhythm, music, love, The sun, the stars and the moon above, Had the clear blue sky and the deep blue sea. That was when the best things in life were free. Then time went by and now I got plenty of plenty, Which is fine with me. 'Cause I still got love, I still got rhythm, But look at what I got to go with 'em. "Who could ask for anything more?", I hear you query. Who would ask for anything more? Well, let me tell you, dearie. Got my diamonds, got my yacht, got a guy I adore. I'm so happy with what I got, I want more! Count your blessings, one, two, three I just hate keeping score. Any number is fine with me As long as it's more As long as it's more! I'm no mathematician, all I know is addition I find counting a bore. Keep the number mounting, your accountant does the counting. [More! More!] I got rhythm, music too, just as much as before Got my guy and my sky of blue, Now, however, I own the view. More is better than nothing, true But nothing's better than more, more, more Nothing's better than more. One is fun, why not two? And if you like two, you might as well have four, And if you like four, why not a few Why not a slew [More! More!] If you've got a little, why not a lot? Add and bit and it'll get to be an oodle. Every jot and tittle adds to the pot Soon you've got the kit as well as the caboodle. [More! More!] Never say when, never stop at plenty, If it's gonna rain, let it pour. Happy with ten, happier with twenty If you like a penny, wouldn't you like many much more? Or does that sound too greedy? That's not greed, no, indeedy That's just stocking the store Gotta fill your cupboard, remember Mother Hubbard. [More! More!] Each possession you possess Helps your spirits to soar. That's what's soothing about excess Never settle for something less. Something's better than nothing, yes! But nothing's better than more, more more [Except all, all, all] Except all, all, all Except once you have it all [have it all] You may find all else above [find all else above] That though things are bliss, There's one thing you miss, and that's More! More! More! More! More! More! More! More! More! |
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| 2:09 |
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What can you lose?
Only the blues. Why keep concealing everything you're feeling? Say it to her, what can you lose? Maybe it shows, She's had clues, which she chose to ignore. Maybe though she knows, And just wants to go on as before. As a friend, nothing more So she closes the door. Well, if she does Those are the dues. Once the words are spoken, Something may be broken. Still, you love her What can you lose? But what if she goes? At least now, you have part of her. What if she had to choose? Leave it alone Hold it all in. Better a bone Don't even begin. With so much to win, There's too much to lose. |
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Let's dance, you can do it little two steps
I'll go anywhere you step to 'Cause I'm following you. My feet might be following out of rhythm Dunno what I'm doing with'em But I know I'm following you *Unlike as it used to be On the floor we have two left feet let's boogiewoogie till our hearts skip a beat Who's counting encore Once again around the dance floor Romance is in the picture, too Now I'm following you |
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| 4:50 |
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Strike a pose
Strike a pose Vogue, vogue, vogue Vogue, vogue, vogue Look around everywhere you turn is heartache It's everywhere that you go [look around] You try everything you can to escape The pain of life that you know [life that you know] When all else fails and you long to be Something better than you are today I know a place where you can get away It's called a dance floor, and here's what it's for, so * Come on, vogue Let your body move to the music [move to the music] Hey, hey, hey Come on, vogue Let your body go with the flow [go with the flow] You know you can do it All you need is your own imagination So use it that's what it's for [that's what it's for] Go inside, for your finest inspiration Your dreams will open the door [open up the door] It makes no difference if you're black or white If you're a boy or a girl If the music's pumping it will give you new life You're a superstar, yes, that's what you are, you know it * Repeat Beauty's where you find it Not just where you bump and grind it Soul is in the musical That's where I feel so beautiful Magical, life's a ball So get up on the dance floor * Repeat Vogue, [Vogue] Beauty's where you find it [move to the music] Vogue, [Vogue] Beauty's where you find it [go with the flow] Greta Garbo, and Monroe Deitrich and DiMaggio Marlon Brando, Jimmy Dean On the cover of a magazine Grace Kelly; Harlow, Jean Picture of a beauty queen Gene Kelly, Fred Astaire Ginger Rogers, dance on air They had style, they had grace Rita Hayworth gave good face Lauren, Katherine, Lana too Bette Davis, we love you Ladies with an attitude Fellows that were in the mood Don't just stand there, let's get to it Strike a pose, there's nothing to it Vogue, vogue Oooh, you've got to Let your body move to the music Oooh, you've got to just Let your body go with the flow Oooh, you've got to Vogue |
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