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I have life Ordinary life I have car A favourite bar I have job A moderate wage I get the pains That come with age I am so ordinary I have child She goes wild I have home A mortgage of my own I have hobby But it's nothing very special I do the garden I watch girls I am so ordinary I have life I have cage I'm going bald I want to tell the world I've done nothing I've achieved nothing I work for a firm But I want to burn it down I am so ordinary Frustration I was born One day I'll die There was something in between I don't know what Or why I'm a man I want to break a rule I am a nobody Everybody's fool |
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| 2. |
| 2:34 |
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Sometimes I feel I've got to. . . run away, I've got to. . . get away >From the pain you drive into the heart of me. The love we share seems to go nowhere, And I've lost my life, For I toss and turn; I can't sleep at night. Once I ran to you, now I run from you. This tainted love you've given, I gave you all a boy could give you. Take my tears and that's not really all. . . Tainted love, ohh, tainted love Now I know I've got to. . . run away, I've got to. . . get away. You don't really want any more from me. To make things right you need someone to hold you tight, And you think love is to pray, But I'm sorry I don't pray that way. Don't touch me please, I cannot stand the way you tease. I love you though you hurt me so. Now I'm gonna pack my things and go. Ohh, tainted love () Touch me baby, tainted love ( & fade out) |
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| 3. |
| 5:05 |
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Sleazy city Seedy films Breathing so heavy Next to my neighbour Let's get acquainted Getting to know you Feeling sleazy In sleepy sin city Sleazy city Sleepy people Down your alleys Seems that anything goes Blue film flicker Hands of a stranger Getting to know you Getting to know you Hey that's fine Got no time Meet me on Friday Down in blue city Got no address Just a telephone number Phone me tonight And maybe we can talk dirty Hey isn't that you on the screen Isn't that you on the screen (No that's not me) |
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| 4. |
| 3:15 |
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Youth has gone I heard you say It doesn't matter Anyway Don't hide the photos Or turn off the lights I'm quite sure we've both seen Funnier sights Youth Sleep in a deep deep deep Beauty is skin deep Youth has gone Though we're still young It's hard I know to believe That I was somebody's son The memories Of what you once were The memories of what We both were Youth has gone Though don't think I don't cry We let ourselves slip And now I ask myself why I'm on my own And don't think I really mind When after all The years have been fairly kind Youth Sleep in a deep deep deep Beauty is skin deep Sleep in a deep deep deep Beauty is skin deep Youth...Youth...Sleep! |
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| 5. |
| 5:16 |
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Isn't it nice Sugar and spice Luring disco dollies To a life of vice I could make a film And make you my star You'd be a natural The way you are I would like you on A long black leash I would parade you Down the high street You've got the attraction You've got the pulling power Walk my little doggy Walk my little sex dwarf We could make a scene We'd be a team Making the headlines Sounds like a dream When we hit the floor You just watch them move aside We will take them For a ride of rides They all love your Miniature ways You know what they say About small boys I'm in my Rolls Royce Look it's so huge It's big and it's gold With my dumb chauffeur Looking to procure Run little doggy Lure a disco dolly Run my little sex dwarf I feel so lonely Get my little camera Take a pretty picture Sex dwarf In a gold Rolls Making it with the dumb chauffeur Isn't it nice Sugar and spice Luring disco dollies To a life of vice Sex dwarf Isn't it nice Luring disco dollies to a life of vice We could make an outfit For my little sex dwarf To match the gold Rolls And my dumb chauffeur We'll all look so good We'll knock 'em cold Knocking 'em cold In black and gold We can have playtime In my little playroom Disco dollies My sex dwarf And my dumb chauffeur I would like you on a long black lead You can bring me all the things I need Sex dwarf Isn't it nice Luring disco dollies to a life of vice Isn't it nice Sugar and spice Luring disco dollies to a life of vice |
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| 6. |
| 3:35 |
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Trying to please All these people around me Is trying to reach for the moon (The Moon) I see their faces Looking so empty saying I hope that they'll finish soon (So Soon) Could be a chat show (Yap Yap Yap) Could be a go go Reaction would be the same (The Same) So here I go Though why I don't know Trying to prove myself again Entertain me I'm as blank as can be And I've done it before And I've seen it before And I think that I like it But no I don't like it It just goes on over and over And over and over and over again I try to give them all of my best And it's taking a turn for the worst (Oh No) Things going wrong Start to sing the wrong song I think that we must be cursed (You Betcha) Playing the wrong tune Hitting the wrong note This is where nerves become frayed It's falling apart Why did we ever start And do you think we'll be payed (No No) Build 'em up Knock 'em down I see a movement Down in the front row Maybe it's just a mistake Sue's smiling at me (Hello) But he's frowning at me (Goodbye) Which conclusion Do I take Fold all your arms And look straight ahead At this puppet on a string You're feeling confused But you've made a decision You don't like anything |
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| 7. |
| 4:07 |
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Chips on my shoulder More as I grow older Feel I owe a debt For the things I don't get I only miss out (Well I was there before) I sit in a corner Sit on the floor Misery Complaints Self Pity Injustice Chips on my shoulder There's no time for fun time It's sit and complain time I'll talk about famine While cooking the dinner Don't you feel guilty Don't you feel pity (No) While my head gets fatter And the starving get thinner I should have told her I've chips on my shoulder I'm making a stand While I sit on my arse Fish and chip supper While those in the gutter Can't have a good time Fun's just a farse Misery Complaints Self Pity Injustice Chips on my shoulder Chips on my shoulder Now sing it |
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| 8. |
| 3:35 |
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Sunday morning going slow I'm talking to the radio Clothes and records on the floor Memories of the night before Out in clubland having fun And now I'm hiding from the sun Waiting for a visitor Though no-one knows I'm here for sure Dancing laughing Drinking loving And now I'm all alone In bedsit land My only home I think it's time to cook a meal To fill the emptiness I feel Spent my money going out I've nothing I'm left without Clean my teeth and comb my hair Look for something new to wear Start the nightlife over again Kid myself I'm having fun Look out from my window view I've really nothing else to do Read a book and write a letter Mother, things are getting better Watch the mirror count the lines The battle scars of all the good times Look around and I can see A thousand people just like me 2 I'm waiting for something I'm only passing time |
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| 9. |
| 3:37 |
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In your little black book You've got the names And the favourite persuasions Of the people in the headlines I'm in there under A And I'm rated under B You've got photographs to prove it And I swear to God it's not me You've got a hard heart Being hard is your art You think love is a dirty dirty word You pick up the phone And you ring me when I'm at home And then you put it down And I'm reaching for my valium My secret life Living life On a knife edge of life Tell my wife And she's just had a breakdown And I I'm not rich But you know I'm top in my pitch And you'll ruin the lot Finish everything I've got My secret life Secret life I'll give you anything Anything to shut you up Why do you hate me so much What have I ever done to you But leave you I don't want to play Cat and Mouse Have the neighbours looking over At my house All the secret smiles When I walk in the room And I think I'm going to Crack up soon I'm going to run away Find a place in the dark Where I don't have to hear The nasty nasty talk Change my sex Change my hair Be hard to find anywhere My secret life Living life On a knife edge of life Tell my wife And she's just had a breakdown And I I'm not rich But you know I'm top in my pitch And you'll ruin the lot Finish everything I've got My secret life Secret life My secret life (x5) |
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| 5:25 |
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Standing in the door of the Pink Flamingo Crying in the rain It was a kind of so so love And I'm going to make sure it never Happens again You and I It had to be The standing joke of the year You were a sleep around A lost and found And not for me I fear I tried to make it work You in a cocktail skirt And me in a suit (Well it just wasn't me) You're used to wearing less And now you're life's a mess So insecure you see I put up with all the scenes And this is one scene That's going to be played my way Take your hands off me I don't belong to you, you see Take a look at my face For the last time I never knew you You never knew me Say hello Goodbye Say hello wave goodbye Under the deep red light I can see the makeup sliding down Hey little girl you will always make up So take off that unbecoming frown What about me- well I'll find someone That's not going cheap in the sales A nice little housewife Who'll give me a steady life And won't keep going off the rails We've been involved For quite a while now And to keep you secret has been hell We're strangers meeting for the first time O.K.? Just smile and say hello Say hello then wave goodbye GOODBYE |
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| 11. |
| 3:14 |
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Baby, baby, baby don't leave me.
Ooh, please don't leave me all by myself. I've got this burning, burning, yearning feelin' inside me. Ooh, deep inside me and it hurts so bad. You came into my heart (baby, baby) so tenderly, With a burning love (baby, baby) That stings like a bee (baby, baby). Now that I surrender (baby, baby) so helplessly, You now want to leave (baby, baby). Ooh, you wanna leave me (baby, baby). Ooh (baby, baby). Baby, baby, where did our love go? Ooh, don't you want me? Don't you want me no more (baby, baby)? Ooh, baby. Baby, baby, where did our love go? And all your promises of a love forevermore! I've got this burning, burning, yearning feelin' inside me. Ooh, deep inside me, and it hurts so bad. Before you won my heart (baby, baby) You were a perfect guy. But now that you got me, You wanna leave me behind (baby, baby). Ooh, baby. Baby, baby, baby don't leave me. Ooh, please don't leave me all by myself (baby, baby). Ooh. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By HOLLAND, EDWARD, JR./HOLLAND, BRIAN/DOZIER, LAMONT HERBERT <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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| 4:49 |
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Everywhere I go
I take a little piece of you I collect, I reject Photographs I took of you Towns that I passed through I쨈ve got to have a memory Or I have never been there I have never had you, had you, had you I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Memorabilia Memorabilia I like little bits of glassware Ashtrays with inscriptions Plastic things on pencils Bits of mass production Postcards, pretty pictures Little bits of plastic Covering up the bedroom To show you I쨈ve been there To show you I쨈ve been there Keychains and snowstorms Keychains and snowstorms Give me a reminder Give me a reminder Memorabilia, memorabilia Keychains and snowstorms Memorabilia, memorabilia I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Photographs I took of you Towns that I passed through I쨈ve got to have a memory Or I have never been there I have never had you, had you, had you I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Memorabilia Memorabilia Castanets, mantillas Torremolinos Castanets and plastic men Memorabilia Memorabilia |
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| 2:22 |
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She's a secretary in the daytime
A modern Venus On the eighth floor She's a secretary in the daytime A bright young thing With a promising career She's got the ability She's got the facilities She's got the ability She's got the facilities She's a secretary in the daytime A model beauty At the typewriter She's a secretary in the daytime A smile at the boss And she's doing fine She's got the ability She's got the facilities She's got the ability She's got the facilities She's a secretary in the daytime She's a secretary in the daytime |
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| 7:45 |
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Fun City
I left my home With a pain in my heart Not a word of goodbye To the ones that I loved I'm taking a train Away from the rain To the lights and the smoke I've got to find my own way now Fun City To the London Experience Fun City To the London Experience Backward Forwards Wearing out the corners Fun City Here's my experience Have no feelings Have no sex Wonder who to rip off next Playland Scandal Pocket weighs you down Machine handle Goes down I lose all my money Trying to make a killing Can't even make my fare back home So this is Fun City Have no feelings Have no sex Wonder who to rip off next I tried to make friends Tried to make amends I sunk so low That it's hard to climb out I've nowhere to live But I've so much to give I found the hard way What's life all about Have no feelings Have no sex Wonder who to rip off next I'm all alone And I'm lost in this city Being paraded Feeling degraded I wanted love And I thought this was the way But I'm only young And I'm often this wrong Have no feelings Have no sex Wonder who to rip off next I have no morals Have no innocence I'm quite straight Just playing for rent. |
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| 4:08 |
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I'm lost again And I'm on the run Looking for love In a sad song With your avenger eyes And your cat like ways I can hold you You're a fool for me to be cruel I'm leaning on this bar Listening to you sing And your sad song Rings in my ears And I start to cry 1 He's searching She's showing See him held in a deep deep spell He knows she's glowing I can find within my mind A way to go I can look deep into your life and shout Hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me... I hear the saxophone And it tears my soul And they're feeling old Feeling so cold She is the torch And she is the theme She could be a dream But oh boy, is she real? Try to avoid her eyes To avoid her words They will hit you With all that you feel 1 2 See her eyes they are bright tonight See the stars coming out tonight See the moon looking down tonight See how they light your way tonight See my eyes they are bright tonight See my hands reaching out tonight Hear my words they are dynamite See how they light your way tonight 12 |
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| 4:39 |
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It was the morning after the month before And I'm looking like a nose with eyes Take a trip or letter to make me feel better 'Cause I know my mirror never lies Have you ever had the feeling that your life's down the can(?) And the hand that holds the whip is not your own Your breakfast's going cold and your routine's getting old Is it me, this feeling insecure? Hiding in the darkness where they can't see your eyes In a naked city cinema Watch the bodies rolling around on the screen And nobody gives a damn who you are You're surrounded by the bitter and the boring And you wonder if you're on the turn And again you get hurt when they're dishing the dirt Is it me, this feeling insecure? I haven't got time to worry 'bout the future Well I'm busy covering up my past Start to consider a tuck(?) behind my ears Well I wonder if my looks will last I could hit the bottle and the depths of despair But come up fighting like the best And I can tell myself that I'm winning the war But then again I'm different than the rest I'm not the hardest person in the world But like the song says 'I will survive' And I may be a wreck and a pain in the neck But at least I feel that I'm alive So I'll spit in your face and put you over the place If I'm ever feeling so unsure And you can really go to hell if you give me the soft cell It's not me, this feeling insecure It was the morning after the month before And I'm looking like a nose with eyes Take a trip or letter to make me feel better 'Cause I know my mirror never lies Have you ever had the feeling that your life's down the can(?) And the hand that holds the whip is not your own Your breakfast's going cold and your routine's getting old Is it me, this feeling insecure? Rap by Cindy Ecstacy - 12" only: Forget the lows, just live the highs And wipe the make up from my eyes Forget the faces that I despise As I know my mirror never lies I come up fighting like the best But then I'm better than the rest And I wonder how my looks will last Because my love is really fast And you wonder if you're on the turn Oh baby won't you ever learn That I'm a cut above the rest Don't worry 'bout the way I'm dressed And if my make up looks a mess I'm not about to get depressed 'Cause I'm the one that loves to lose Just a loser in my fucking(?) shoes And I've got the touch and I've got the feel To make a good time really real I'll just spit right in your face And push you all around the face Just love to love, just love to live Just love to live, just love to love And baby are you so so sure That you're the one that's insecure? |
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| 2:51 |
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I'm lost again and I'm on the run Looking for love in a sad song. With your avenger eyes and your catlike ways I can hold you. You are a fool for me to be cruel. I'm leaning on this bar listening to you sing And your sad song rings in my ears and I start to cry. He's searching she's showing See him heZd in a deep deep spell he knows she's glowing. I can find within my mind a way to go I can look deep into your light and shout Hold me hold me hold me hold me hold me. I hear the saxophone and it tears my soul And we're feeling old feeling so cold She is the torch and she is the theme She could be a dream but - oh boy - is she real. Try to avoid her eyes to avoid her words They will hit you with all that you feel. He's searching she's showing . . . |
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| 3:49 | 
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