Status Quo - Spare Parts (2006) by Status Quo (보컬) on maniadb.com

She's a face without a soul
This lady's heart is gold
She's a face without a soul
This lady's heart is gold

Though her hands are cool they'll burn
You may kiss her but you'll have to take your turn
In her life you're just another bird in the sky
When she says you must be ready to fly
Ready to fly, up and fly away

She's a face without a soul
This lady's heart is gold
She's a face without a soul
This lady's heart is gold

This lady has no love
Herself, perhaps, is who she puts above
Everything, and of course, everyone
Knows this lady thinks she's number one
Number one, yes the only one

She's a face without a soul
This lady's heart is gold
She's a face without a soul
This lady's heart is gold

She's gonna fall on her face someday
Find other men for her games to play
I'm gonna make sure everyone knows
What she is trying to do

She's a face without a soul
This lady's heart is gold
She's a face without a soul

You never seem, seem to have the time to listen to what I say
How can I know just what goes on in your mind if you always walk away
So what's the good, what's the good of trying
And hanging around you begging for your love
When it seems theres someone else in your dreams
And I can't be sure of you anymore

Are you growing tired of my love?
Have you had too much of my love?
Are you growing tired of my love?
Where is the love you once gave me?

And when we meet, things are not the same now, you always hurry away
And all the friends that once you used to share with me are ignored now, and you're bored now
I guess we're through, but still I go on hoping
Because you never put it into words
Can't you see you should be honest with me
And I've got to find what is in your mind

Are you growing tired of my love?
Have you had too much of my love?
Are you growing tired of my love?
Where is the love you once gave me?

Are you growing tired of my love?
Have you had too much of my love?
Are you growing tired of my love?
Where is the love you once gave me?

Are you growing tired of my love?
Have you had too much of my love?
Are you growing tired of my love?
Where is the love.....

There's a grandfather clock in the corner
With a smile on it's face
Chairs and tables, expensive labels
Velvet curtains and lace
Every day when I go in there
I will buy a thing or two
But money can't buy everything
'Cos what I really want is you

Oh, Antique Angelique, you mean more to me
Than everything I have
Oh, Antique Angelique, you mean more to me
Than everything I have

Now my house is an empty garden
And the shop is so bare
All these things that I bought mean nothing
'Cos Angelique is still there
It's too late now to forget her
She means far too much to ignore
Now I'm haunted with memories
That I just can't stand anymore

Oh, Antique Angelique, you mean more to me
Than everything I have
Oh, Antique Angelique, you mean more to me
Than everything I have
Take back the table, the velvet and lace
The chairs, and the clock with the smile on it's face
Take them all and stand them where they were before

Antique Angelique, you mean more to me
Than everything I have
Oh, Antique Angelique, close the door, and now
You're everything I have
Antique Angelique, you mean more to me
Than everything I have
Antique Angelique......

In a world of education there's no time for compassion
Life's a fire, never ending, bringing pain and then befriending
And like a fire that burns no light
And drifts to heaven, so ends another life

Is there time to care, it's only fair that life goes on
And on and on and on 'til in the end you can't go on

So ends another life to let this world go on
Don't cry for pity my friend, you never gave none

There's a hunter with his gun pointing upwards to the sun
Thinks a bird can feel no pain, if it can it won't again
And like a fire that burns no light
And drifts to heaven, so ends another life

Is there time to care, it's only fair that life goes on
And on and on and on 'til in the end you can't go on

So ends another life to let this world go on
Don't cry for pity my friend, you never gave none
So ends another life to let this world go on
Don't cry for pity my friend, you never gave none
So ends another life to let this world go on
Don't cry for pity my friend

He is in his room, men will be there soon
They come to smash the heaven he has known
Now he's sure to know soon that he must go
This backstreet dream he has to leave behind
Oh, what a shame, oh what a shame

He's a poor old man, poor old man
Poor old man, can we help you?

Things are at their worst, what should he do first?
He must wonder, no one wants to know
He must spread his wings, pack away his things
A sack is all he needs for all he owns
Tears they blind his eyes, tears blind his eyes

He's a poor old man, poor old man
Poor old man, can we help you at all?

Poor old man, poor old man
Poor old man, can we help you at all?

Poor old man, poor old man
Poor old man, can we help you at all?

Velvet curtains draw the show to a close
Our scene is over and the whole world knows
Velvet curtains shut the light from my mind
I leave the stage, put my memories behind

How it started with a passing word
How you answered and I liked what I heard
Wasn't long before we fell in love
And we thought we'd never part

Velvet curtains draw the show to a close
Our scene is over and the whole world knows
Velvet curtains shut the light from my mind
I leave the stage, put my memories behind

How I started to depend on you
How you tried to be dependable too
But you found it hard to change your ways
And you merely broke my heart

Pretty soon I knew it had to end
Still I fool myself and try to pretend
But what's the good if there's another guy
And he's playing the leading part?

Velvet curtains draw the show to a close
Our scene is over and the whole world knows
Velvet curtains shut the light from my mind
I leave the stage, put my memories behind

Velvet curtains draw the show to a close
Our scene is over and the whole world knows

People all around they look at you, and I have seen them sneer
But they don't realise how much I need you, so let me make it very clear
That you won't have to worry just 'cos your clothes are torn

Your windows they need cleaning and the weeds are growing high
But Little Miss Nothing I won't pass you by

You have no daddy to tell your troubles to, but don't you worry I'll share them with you
We won't worry about the stormy weather, if you have troubles we'll share them together
Your house is nearly falling, but I'll change all that for you

Your windows they need cleaning and the weeds are growing high
But Little Miss Nothing I won't pass you by
Now I will clean your windows, cut the weeds from high to low
I will mend your rooftops, and the taps again will flow
But Little Miss Nothing I won't let you go

There's an emerald sky
Silver birds flying by
Purple trees all around
Velvet grass on the ground

Then I see a face, of the girl who's calling me
And love is in my eyes for this girl was just a dream

When I awake she is gone
And I return to reality
When I awake she is gone
Because it's just a dream, a fantasy

Then the morning light
Slowly flows into night
And I close my eyes
And reality dies

Again I see the face of the girl who's calling me
And now she's in my arms but this love can never be

When I awake she is gone
And I return to reality
When I awake she is gone
Because it's just a dream, a fantasy

Again I see the face of the girl who's calling me
And now she's in my arms but this love can never be

When I awake she is gone
And I return to reality
When I awake she is gone
Because it's just a dream, a fantasy
When I awake.......

There's a man sitting in a concrete room
In a place full of emptiness and gloom
With his head in his hands he's far away
It's a long time ago since yesterday

And now his hands, now his hands start to fall
In his world of nothing at all
And now his hands, now his hands start to fall
In his world of nothing at all

As a boy he had made so many friends
Now they're gone loneliness just never ends
And in that cold concrete room he trials the day
Yes, the price of a life is hard to pay

And now his hands, now his hands start to fall
In his world of nothing at all
And now his hands, now his hands start to fall
In his world of nothing at all

Close your eyes, there's nothing more to see
Close your eyes and thank the world you're free

There's a man sitting in a concrete room
In a place full of emptiness and gloom
With his head in his hands he's far away
It's a long time ago since yesterday

And now his hands catch the tears that start to fall
In his world of nothing at all
And now his hands catch the tears that start to fall
In his world of nothing at all
And now his hands, like the tears start to fall
In his world of nothing at all
Yes, now his hands, like the tears start to fall
In his world of nothing at all
And now his hands, now his hands start to fall
In his world of nothing at all
And now his hands, now his hands start to fall
In his world of nothing at all
Yes, now his hands.....