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| 4:18 | 
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Walking down the street
Kicking cans Looking at the billboards Oh so rad Summing up the people Checking out the race Doing what I'm doing Feeling out of place Walking, walking In the rain Feeling like a woman Looking like a man Sounding like a no-no Mating when I can Whistling in the darkness Shining in the night Coming to conclusions Right is night is tight Walking, walking In the rain Come in all you jesters Enter all you fools Sit down no-no's Vulgar fools Trip the light fantastic Dance the swivel hips Coming to conclusions Button up your lips Walking, walking In the rain |
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| 2. |
| 4:41 |
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Driving down those city streets,
Waiting to get down, Won't you get your big machine, Somewhere in this town? Now in the parking lot garage, You'll find the proper place, Just follow all the written rules, You'll fit into the space. Pull up to my bumper baby, In your long black limosine, Pull up to my bumper baby, And drive it in between. Pull up, to it, don't drive, through it, Back it, up twice, now that, fit's nice. Operate around the clock, Why don't you come in? I've got lot's of space for everyone, Why don't you my friend? (Lines are short), I'll pick you up so won't you please come on, Shiny sleek machine believe, It I've got to blow your horn. Pull up to my bumper baby, In your long black limosine, Pull up to my bumper baby, And drive it in between. Pull up to it, don't drive through it, Back it, up twice, now that fits nice, Race it, straighten it, let me luricate, Pull up to my bumper baby. (to end) |
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| 5:04 |
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My friends feel that, is there a point of duty?
And he keeps trying to tell me, All you wanna do is use me, But my answer to all that use me stuff, oh baby, Now I'm gonna to spread the news, And if it feels this good then use? Keep on using me 'til you've used me up. Use Me. Use Me. Mother sat down, And you know she told me, "If he can overcome you, all he's gonna do is use You", But my answer to all that use me stuff, oh baby. Now I'm going to spread the new. And if it feels this good then use? Keep on using me 'til you've used me up. Use Me. Use Me. Now I'm going to spread the news, And if it feels this good then use? Come on and keep on using me 'til you've used me up. Use Me. Sometimes it's true, You really do abuse me, I lost the only people, Who ever really didn't use Me, But oh baby, when you love me I can't get enough, oh baby. Now I'm going to spread the news, And if it feels this good then use? Well keep on using me 'til you've used me up. 'Til you've used me up, Come on and use me up. Use Me. |
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| 4. |
| 5:04 |
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Nightclubbing, nightclubbing,
We're what's happening, Nightclubbing, nightclubbing, We're an ice machine, We see people brand new people, They're something to see, We're nightclubbing, Bright-white clubbing, Oh isn't it wild? Nightclubbing, nightclubbing, We're walking through town, Nightclubbing, nightclubbing, We walk like a ghost, We learn dances brand new dances, Like the nuclear bomb, We're nightclubbing, Bright white clubbing, Oh isn't it wild? Nightclubbing, nightclubbing, We're what's happening, Nightclubbing, nightclubbing, We're an ice machine, We see people brand new people, They're something to see, We're nightclubbing, Bright-white clubbing, Oh isn't it wild? |
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| 2:39 |
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I'll never write my memoirs,
There's nothing in my book, The only way you see me an Art Groupie, I'm hooked. Some people like to be used, I've been used and amused, But that's the way I see me, My Art Groupie look. Love me in a picture, Kiss me in a cast, Touch me in a sculpture, Whisper in my mask. Don't ask me any questions, My personal life is a bore, Admire me in glory, An Art Groupie. That's all. Love me in a picture, Kiss me in a cast, Touch me in a sculpture, Whisper in my mask. I'll never write my memoirs, There's nothing in my book, The only way you see me an Art Groupie, I'm hooked. |
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| 4:29 |
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Strange, I've seen that face before
Seen him hanging 'round my door Like a hawk stealing for the prey Like the night waiting for the day Strange, he shadows me back home Footsteps echo on the stones Rainy nights, on Hausmann Boulevard Parisian music, drifting from the bars (Tu cherches quoi, rencontrer la mort, Tu te prends pour qui, toi aussi tu detestes la vie,) Dance in bars and restaurants Home with anyone who wants Strange he's standing there alone Staring eyes chill me to the bone (Dans sa chambre, Joel et sa valise, un regard sur ses fringues, Sur les murs, des photos, Sans regret, sans mélo, La porte est claquée, Joel est barré.) |
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| 7. |
| 4:01 |
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Feel up, feel up, feel up,
Feel up, Feel up, feel up, feel up. Down town rob, try to run, feel up, Don't give up, don't give up, feel up. You've had your dream, your dreams arnt' real, feel up, Don't give up, don't give up, feel up. Feel up, Feel up, feel up Feel up Just 16, full time dad, just feel up, Don't give up, don't give up, feel up. You've had your dream, your dreams arnt real, feel up, Don't give up, don't give up, feel up. |
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| 8. |
| 4:03 |
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Tied to the tracks and the train's just coming,
Strapped to the wing with the engine running, You say that this wasn't in your plan, Don't mess around with the demolition man, Tied to a chair, and the bomb is ticking, This situation was not of your picking, You say that this wasn't in your plan, Don't mess around with the demolition man, I'm a walking nightmare, an arsenal of doom, I kill conversation as I walk into the room, I'm a three line whip, I'm the sort of thing they ban, I'm a walking disaster, I'm a demolition man, I'm a walking nightmare, an arsenal of doom, I kill conversation as I walk into the room, I'm a three line whip, I'm the sort of thing they ban, I'm a walking disaster, I'm a demolition man, You come to me like a moth to the flame, It's love you need but I don't play that game, You kept on coming you should have ran, I'm nobody's friend, I'm a demolition man, I'm a walking nightmare, an arsenal of doom, I kill conversation as I walk into the room, I'm a three line whip, I'm the sort of thing they ban, I'm a walking disaster, I'm a demolition man, Demolition man... |
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| 9. |
| 3:49 |
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I was on the first ship to Peru
Charted all the courses like all sailors do First to cross the Mason-Dixon line Overseeing wetbacks for good californian wine And I've done it again, done it again, done it again And I've done it again, done it again, done it again I was there when Jenny Lind first sang First to feel the cold Alaskan white man First to take a trip on LSD First to vote for Roosevelt back in '33 And I've done it again, done it again, done it again And I've done it again, done it again, done it again Yes, I've seen it Yes, I've seen it And if you're feeling great, You know I feel it Yes, I feel it And I've done it again, done it again, done it again And I've done it again, done it again, done it again And I've done it again, done it again, done it again And I've done it again, done it again, done it again |
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