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2. | You Love Me |
3. | Leaning on Your Love |
4. | All I Want from You |
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6. | Rhinestone Cowboy |
7. | Turn Me My Way But Loose |
8. | Daydreams About Night Things |
9. | She'll Never Know |
10. | Just Get Up and Close the Door |
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Sometimes at night while you're fast asleep
I lie here alone in the darkness and weep
So sorry and sad but that's part of the deal
When the tingle becomes a chill,
I never wanted to stop lovin' you
I'll swear by the breathe in my body that's true
Ah, but a woman can't help the way that she feels
When the tingle becomes a chill.
You're so contented but for me it's all gone
And though I pretend you just don't turn me on
The body performs but the soul has no will
When the tingle becomes a chill.
I never wanted to stop lovin' you
I swear by the breathe in my body that's true
Ah, but a woman can't help the way that she feels
When the tingle becomes a chill...
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Submitted by: LyricMasterFox
I'm red, white and blue
And proud of it too.
The red comes from my grandpa
He's an all American brave
The white comes from my grandma
She's a red headed Irish maid.
The blue comes from the man I love
Came the day before I said I do
That leaves me a mixed up breed of
Red, White and Blue.
I'm red, white and blue
And proud of it too.
I'm a blue eyed indian squaw
Everybody calls me a halfbreed
Thats what you get when you
Sew a little red and white sting.
The white man said he'd marry me
He likes being called Baby Doo
That leaves me a mixed breed of
Red, white and blue.
I'm red, white and blue
And proud of it too.
The great white fathers had it planed
To take the red mans land
I think you think I'm prejudice
But I'd never lie to you.
There's raw red blood
Running through my veins
And I wish my skin was too
I wish my skin was too.
I'm red, white and blue.
I'm red, white and blue.
I'm red, white and blue.
I'm red, white and blue...
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Daydreams About Night Things |
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