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I put an APB on you tonight searchlights citywide
I flash your face upon the news at nine I put the heat on high whatever I gotta do to find you Won't let fair-weather friends step in to hold ya back or blind you I need you more than ever You are the only one Better be sure put out An all-points bulletin All-points bulletin I gaze through infrared done lost my head a long long time ago I've got no hounds to sic upon your trail ya know Just desperation on my breath I have to sit back stabilize So I don't scare you when I'm close enough to catch your eye I need you more than ever You are the only one Better be sure put out An all-points bulletin An all-points bulletin An all-points bulletin Bulletin I need you more than ever You are the only one Better be sure put out An all-points bulletin An all-points bulletin An all-points bulletin Bulletin Ooh yeah |
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Well it may be hard to swallow
It may come as some surprise I ain't askin' for apologies I done tried them on for size Lay your head back on the pillow Let your eyes roll 'cross the floor See the center of the universe Just isn't you no more Right now you could use a change of tune Right now no one needs it more that you I know everyone is wicked Won't you change your tune Change your tune Change your tune I've been such a pollyanna I just rolled back like a rug Oh but you can't understand that no 'Cause you're in the hole you dug Right now you could use a change of tune Right now no one needs it more that you I know everyone is wicked Won't you change your tune Change your tune Change your tune It's a dead-end street It's a dead-end street That's what you're tryin' to tell me It's a dead issue When it's done it's through But I said it all so help me Ah ah ah Right now you could use a change of tune Right now no one needs it more that you I know everyone is wicked Won't you change your tune Change your tune Change your tune |
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Sleepy rhythms were lulling us
Trolling down a long canal Onto savage shores and gilded floors Of coliseums through the load-in door Certain of this one thing Certain of this one thing Certain of this one thing That super slow motion got the upper hand on me On me On me Holy visions had ceased to come My tongue was numb and I was feeling tired Crying out in a wordless howl Screeching off to the underground Certain of this one thing (of this one thing) Certain of this one thing (of this one thing) Certain of this one thing (of this one thing) That super slow motion got the upper hand on me On me On me On me Sleepy rhythms were lulling us Syrup sweet and poisonous How I found my way back I'm not sure Through the channels and little streets that curve Certain (certain) of this one thing (of this one thing) Certain of (certain of) this one thing (this one thing) Certain (certain) of this one thing (of this one thing) That super slow motion got the upper hand on me On me On me On me Certain (certain) of this one thing (of this one thing) Certain of (certain of) this one thing (this one thing) Certain (certain) of this one thing (of this one thing) That super slow motion got the upper hand on me On me On me On me On me On me On me On me On me On me On me Ooh ooh ooh Got the upper hand (ooh ooh ooh) Got the upper hand (ooh ooh ooh) Got the upper hand (on me) Got the upper hand the upper hand on me On me On me On me Oh oh oh |
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Now the troubadours are outside the court
With their gramophones and rifles And an awful cloud is daring to pour Such a wild scene a 3-D picture bible story And the floats of tinsel garland are downed Stalled for blocks on the parade route But the majorette still twirls in the rain And the marching band goes soaking wet And that's a fine how Do ya do do ya do That's a fine how Do ya do do ya do That's a fine how Do ya do do ya do That's a fine how See the ladies in their queen union suits Shuffling gaily for the camera Doing high kicks in their felt button boots While the men puff their cigarettes from Panama Like the baby dolls of bisque on display In the shops of Barcelona There's a blankness that falls over his face As the speaker makes his way up to the podium Could he be so blind to sip lemonade In such a dire time well that's a fine That's a fine how Do ya do do ya do That's a fine how Do ya do do ya do That's a fine how Do ya do do ya do That's a fine how Do ya do do ya do Ah ah Holding hostage in the opium dens That are tucked behind the alleyway Where the corridors of Amsterdam bend 'Neath the windows where the harlots pose like mannequins No one thinks of them on Valentines (do ya do) There's no chocolate box or cards to read And that's a fine how Do ya do do ya do That's a fine how Do ya do do ya do That's a fine how Do ya do do ya do That's a fine how Do ya do do ya do That's a fine how |
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A storm it was blowin' in
Twister was about to spin my way Her kitchen door was swingin' wide As if to say come on inside to stay Come to mama babe Come to mama she say Come to mama baby Get yourself into a cellar Gals go grab yourself a feller 'fore it's too late Friend you'd better run for cover Don't be caught alone out on lover's lane Come to mama babe Come to mama she say Come to mama baby It's best to make the most of this Fate is known to twirl and twist Even the face of the first girl I kissed I can't recall Not at all Preachers was a reachin' out The speaker wires callin' out my name Son we're in the final hour Making love you ought to be ashamed But if that woman ever stars him down The way she do he'd see it ain't that plain Come to mama babe Come to mama she say Come to mama baby It's best to make the most of this Fate is known to twirl and twist Even the face of the first girl I kissed I can't recall Can't recall Come to mama babe Come to mama she say Come to mama baby Well come come to mama babe she say Won't you come come to mama she say Won't you come come to mama baby Ooh ooh ooh Come come come come to mama Come come come come to mama (ooh ooh) Come come come come to mama (ooh ooh) Come come come come to mama Come come come come to mama Come come come come to mama Come come come come to mama |
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Swarm 'round the hive sweet honey bee
Swarm to and fro just as ya please You're always welcome with your queen Everybody needs a little sanctuary Everybody needs a little sanctuary Some men will seek it in the church Only to find it on the sea Or where pay women walk the streets All of them seeking sanctuary All of them seeking sanctuary All of them seeking sanctuary Ooh ooh ooh I only hope I can provide That which you truly gave to me You never made me stand outside You always offered sanctuary You always offered sanctuary You always offered sanctuary Ooh ooh ooh (One more - Spoken) You always offered sanctuary You always offered sanctuary You always offered sanctuary You always offered sanctuary (A scrap of a phrase - Spoken) Ooh ooh ooh (ah ah) |
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[A phrase - Spoken]
Hey I'm gentleman But I can take it 'bout as long as long can last and then I'll take it on the chin Mud is handy only when it comes to slingin' it Oh 'cause you ain't playing nice You've been rolling crooked dice Oh 'cause you ain't playing nice You've been rolling crooked dice Hey all you fakir men Get me when I'm goin' get me while I'm comin' in I need not to pretend But it's handy when I have to treat ya like a friend Oh 'cause you ain't playing nice You've been rolling crooked dice Oh 'cause you ain't playing nice You've been rolling crooked dice Hey all you gamblin' souls Ya play the horses and ya put me through your rigmarole But I can feel you sinking low And in fact you've fallen right in your own pigeonhole Oh 'cause you ain't playing nice You've been rolling crooked dice Oh 'cause you ain't playing nice You've been rolling crooked dice You've been rolling crooked dice You've been rolling crooked dice You've been rolling crooked dice (yeah) Crooked dice You've been rolling crooked dice You've been rolling crooked dice (yeah) You've been rolling crooked dice (yeah yeah yeah ooh) You've been rolling crooked dice (rolling crooked dice) You've been rolling crooked dice (rolling rolling) You've been rolling crooked dice (rolling rolling yeah) |
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Have ya seen us out my honey and me
Knockin' on the doors of fortune for weeks In a big dead town where nothin' is free Lord up above throw me down the keys Have ya seen us out my baby and me Have ya seen us crouchin' elbow on knee In the curbside light of yellowed marquees Lord up above are ya out of reach La la la Have ya seen us stroll my honey and me With complete control my honey and me Have ya seen the likes of Annabel Lee She's a little songbird singing dweedle dee dee La la la Ooh |
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