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Sometimes when I look around
At people who are lonely, I feel a sense of sadness deep inside. It makes me wonder how I got along Before I found you, And what I'd do if you should turn around And say goodbye. 'Cause baby you, You're what I'm living for. I couldn't have asked for more. Right from the moment that I found you, I knew that you, You were the one for me. The one who could make me see, This world could be a brighter place. Sometimes when I think about The friends I left behind me, I feel a sense of sadness deep inside. It makes me wonder how I knew That one day you would find me, And what I'd do if you should turn around And say goodbye. 'Cause baby you, You're what I'm living for. I couldn't have asked for more. Right from the moment that I found you, I knew that you, You were my brightest star. And whether you're close or far, You're always here inside my heart. 'Cause baby you, You're what I'm living for. I couldn't have asked for more. Right from the moment that I found you, I knew that you, You were my brightest star. (you were my brightest star) And whether you're close or far, You're always here inside my heart. Yes, baby you, You're what I'm living for. I couldn't have asked for more. Right from the moment that I found you, I knew that you, You were the one for me. (you were the one for me) The one who could make me see, This world could be a brighter, This world could be a brighter, With you this world's a brighter place. |
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There she is again steppin' out of her limousine, well
Looking like the cover of a twenty-dollar magazine She's got it where you find it, if you know what I mean She's a natural born woman A natural born woman She's a natural born woman There she is again watch her stop the Main Street in its tracks Looking like Creole queen, hair hangin' down her back I say, don't look too long, boy, she'll make your glasses crack She's a natural born woman A natural born woman Natural born woman Get your track Yeah, natural born woman Yeah, yeah... Natural born woman Yeah, yeah... She's a natural born woman Well, I'm sweatin' and I'm shakin' when I'm bringin' you the news You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes That's why I'm standin' here today preachin' natural born woman blues Well, she's a natural born woman Well, yeah, natural born woman Well, yeah, natural born woman Well, I'm looking out my back door wonderin' which place to go Think I'll move on down to Memphis, pay my money to see a rock 'n' roll show Find me a sweet-heart Susie, together we can lose control Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah She's a natural born woman Yeah, yeah, natural born woman Yeah, natural born woman Yeah, ooh Ooh All right Ooh |
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Too scared I could not run
I could not make a sound Lights were flashing My whole life passing My feet were stuck to the ground Too light to call it night Too dark to call it day Too scared to stay and fight Too scared to run away So scared I could not move I could not make a sound There were people running People shouting Flashes all around Too scared to run Too scared to run away Too scared I could not think My eyes could not scarcely see My heart was racing My legs were shaking They would not carry me Lights were flashing My whole life passing My heart, my heart My heart was racing My legs were shaking Could not see, I could not see |
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Heading down the back turnpike, signposts are pointing west
Fell into the lonely dustpipe, hope my pick-up can stand the test But I'm doing all right now Rolling down the dustpipe, na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na Rolling down the dustpipe now, got a ten dollar bill in my jeans Because there ain't no room for a kosher cowboy in a town like New Orleans But I'm doing all right now Rolling down the dustpipe, na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na Guess I didn't make it in the city, but that's just the way that it goes 'Cos there's a lotta lunatics, crazy ghostmen, baby, don't like the shape of my nose But I'm doing all right now Rolling down the dustpipe, na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na Rolling down the dustpipe now, got a ten dollar bill in my jeans Because there ain't no room for a kosher cowboy in a town like New Orleans But I'm doing all right now Rolling down the dustpipe, na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na Rolling down the dustpipe now, got a ten dollar bill in my jeans Because there ain't no room for a kosher cowboy in a town like New Orleans But I'm doing all right now.. |
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