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Isaac Hayes
Theme From Shaft Who's the black private dick That's a sex machine to all the chicks? SHAFT! Ya damn right! Who is the man that would risk his neck For his brother man? SHAFT! Can you dig it? Who's the cat that won't cop out When there's danger all about? SHAFT! Right On! They say this cat Shaft is a bad mother SHUT YOUR MOUTH! I'm talkin' 'bout Shaft. THEN WE CAN DIG IT! He's a complicated man But no one understands him but his woman JOHN SHAFT! |
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| 3. |
| 12:02 |
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If you see me walking down the street
And I start to cry each time we meet Walk on by, walk on by Make believe That you don't see the tears Just let me grieve In private 'cause each time I see you I break down and cry And walk on by don't stop And walk on by don't stop And walk on by I just can't get over losing you And so if I seem broken in two Walk on by, walk on by Foolish pride Is all that I have left So let me hide The tears and the sadness you gave me When you said goodbye Walk on by And walk on by And walk by don't stop Walk on by, walk on by Foolish pride Is all that I have left So let me hide The tears and the sadness you gave me When you said goodbye Walk on by don't stop And walk on by don't stop And walk by don't stop |
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| 4:31 |
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| 5. |
| 19:31 |
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If the music make you move,
'cause you can really groove Then groove on, groove on If you feel like you wanna make love Under the stars above Love on, love on If there's something you wanna say, And talkin' is the only way Rap on, oh, rap on 'Cause whatever you do, Oh, you've got to do your thing If you feel like you wanna scream 'Cause that's your way of lettin' off steam Scream on, scream on If you feel like you wanna sing 'Cause singing is your thing Sing on, sing on If you wanna make love all night And you feel it's right Right on, right on 'Cause whatever you do, oh, You've got to do your thing Do your thing... |
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| 4:44 |
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| 7. |
| 11:35 |
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(Jerry Butler, William Butler)
I stand accused Of lovin' you too much And I hope, I hope it's not a crime 'Cause if it is, I'm guilty Of lovin' you, you, you I, I hope to God That I never have, oh, to testify 'Cause if I do Everyone is gonna, they're gonna cry They're gonna say [Incomprehensible] is guilty Of lovin' a sweet girl like you I know, I know You belong to another I, I may not stand a ghost of a chance I'll stand on top of Mount Everest And proudly tell the world that I love ya Oh yes, I will Because I, I just can't I can't help myself I'm a victim of circumstance And just one Ooh, one touch of your hand I don't know how it happened But just look at me I find myself chillin' On the witness stand And I'm shoutin' out All over, all over the land [Incomprehensible] I'm guilty of lovin', lovin' you I'm guilty of lovin' you I said, I'm guilty But what can I do? I wanna hold ya I wanna squeeze ya tight But my mind said She belong to another And that ain't right |
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