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7. | I Told You So |
8. | Soon |
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14. | I've Got Just About Everything (Bonus track) |
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I never loved him, he never reached me
He was just someone, someone I knew
I think about him on alternate Thursdays
When I haven't got anything better to do
He's got a problem if he thinks I need him
I couldn't care less now that we're through
I only sit home and I wait for his phone call
When I haven't got anything better to do
Wasn't I awfully smart not to fall and break my heart
He never meant a thing to me, he's gone
I'm glad, I'm free
And when he kissed me, no no he never moved me
Nothing fantastic, thrilling or new
So if I'm crying, I'm only crying
Cause I haven't got anything better
No I haven't got anything better
I haven't got anything better to doâ¦without you
I never loved him, no he never moved me
Nothing fantasticâ¦
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Love, when we touch I shiver
Just body language can you blame it
My love's like a raging river
And I think you're the one to tame it
You
You're the quiet shy type
You always whisper, never shout it
Ooh
Baby you are my type
Why don't you tell me all about it
I got ways to make you
Make you tell me all about it
That's what I'm gonna do
Till you tell me all about it
Making love till you do
Till you tell me all about it
Me
I'm a lousy loner
Just call my number come be near me
Me
I'm a soulful moaner
Stay chez moi so you can hear me
You
You're the quiet shy type
You always whisper never shout it
Ooh
Baby you are my type
Why don't you tell me all about it
I got ways to make you
Make you tell me all about it
That's what I'm gonna do
Till you tell me all about it
Making love till you do
Till you tell me all about it
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By Victor Abrams
He stays out every night
And leaves me all alone
He never tells me where he goes
I'm not the only lonely one
Just ask a woman who knows
We used to share our troubles
And the good times too
Now I'm left with all the woes
I'm not the only sorry one
Just ask a woman who knows
The days are long
Oh, but the nights are longer
I got the lonesomest blues
You know my only consolation
Is I ain't got nothing more to lose
So there you have the story
Of a love gone wrong
That used to blossom like a rose
Oh, I'm not the only broken heart
Just ask a woman who knows
(Musical Interlude)
Well my only consolation
Is that I got nothing more to lose
So there you have the story
Of a love gone wrong
That used to blossom like a rose
But I'm not the only broken heart
Just ask a woman
And I'm a woman
Just ask a woman who knows
Oh, yeah
Ask a woman, ask a woman
And I'm a woman
Who knows
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I jump up at down, shake out the sun
Laugh like a loon, everything is fun
It's crazy, but I'm in love
I act like a fool; what do I care?
I'll be a fool as long as you're there
It's crazy, but I'm in love
I spread my wings and then I fly
All around the city
The world's my sweet potato pie,
And I'm sittin' mighty pretty
I sleep by the stars, chase that old moon,
Fall into of bed hummin' a tune
It's crazy, but I'm in love
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You're mine you
You belong to me, you
I will never free you
You're here with me to stay
You're mine you
You are mine completely
Love me me love me strong or sweetly
I need you night and day
Arm in arm hand in hand
We will be bound together
Heart to heart lips to lips
We're chained and bound together
I own you
I don't need to buy love
You're a slave to my love
In every way you're mine
Arm in arm hand in hand
We will be bound together
Heart to heart lips to lips
We're chained and bound together
I own you
I don't need to buy love
You're a slave to my love
In every way you're mine
You're mine
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From the album Ask A Woman Who Knows
(Sergio Mendes - Alan Bergman - Marilyn Bergman)
The dark is filled with dreams
So many dreams which one is mine
One must be right for me
Which dream of all the dreams
When there's a dream for every star
And there are oh so many stars
So many stars
The wind is filled with songs
So many songs which one is mine
One must be right for me
Which song of all the songs
When there's a song for every star
And there are oh so many stars, so many stars
Along the countless days, the endless nights
That I have searched so many eyes
So many hearts, so many smiles
Which one to choose, which way to go, how can I tell
How will I know, out of, oh
So many stars, so many stars
- Musical Interlude -
Yes, the wind is filled with songs, so many songs
Which one is mine, one must be right for me
Which song of all the songs
When there's a song for every star
And there are, oh, so many stars, so many stars
Along the countless days, the endless nights
That I have searched so many eyes
So many hearts, so many smiles
Which one to choose, which way to go, how can I tell
How will I know, out of, oh, so many stars
So many stars, (so many stars) oh, so many stars
(So many stars) oh, there are so many stars
(So many stars) lots and lots of stars, oh so many (so many)
Oh, so many (stars), many
So many, many (so many) stars (stars)...
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Said I, many times, love is illusion,
A feeling result of confusion.
With knowing smile, and blazing sigh,
A cynical so-and-so was i.
I felt so sure, so positive,
So utterly, unchangingly certain.
But I never was aware of love and you,
And suddenly I realized
There was love and you,
And I, and i.
In this world of ordinary people
Extraordinary people
I'm glad there is you
In this world of over-rated pleasures
Of under-rated treasures
I'm so glad there is you
I live to love, I love to live with you beside me
This role so new, I'll muddle through with you to guide me
In this world where many, many play at love
And hardly any stay in love
I'm glad there is you
In this world where many, many play at love
And hardly any stay in love
I'm glad there is you
More than ever, I'm glad there is you
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Better than cream cheese and bagels
Better than honey on bread
Better than champagne and pretzels
Better than breakfast in bed
Better than chili rellenos
Better than chocolate e'clairs
Better than hothouse tomatoes
Better than fresh Bartlett pears
Better than dining a la carte
Or simply gastronomic art
Better than anything except being in love
Better than making a million
Better than being a queen
Better than oil wells and gold mines
Better than pastures of green
Better than finding a horseshoe
Better than losing your head
Better than anything ever thought of
Better than anything ever said
Ah, ha, better than singing right out loud
Or being, ha, spotted in a crowd
Better than (better than anything) anything except being (except being) in love
(Musical Interlude)
Better than elephants, elephants are dancing
Better than clowns on parade
Better than peanuts and popcorn
Better than pink lemonade
Better than rides on the midway
Better than seals blowing horns
Better than men shot through cannons
Better than fresh ears of corn
Ah, better than balancing on a wire
Or watching tigers jump through fire
Better than anything except being in love
Better than driving 'round the park
Or watching fireflies after the dark
Better than anything except being in love
Hey, Diana?
Yeah?
Are you sure that love is even better than shopping?
Well, there's a little sale on late floor up at Barneys but it's still better
Oh, come on, come on
What about that thirty percent sale at Jimmy Chu's
And SaK's Fifth Avenue Friends and Family Day? Ha?
Still better
Well, maybe close second
Very close second
Better, more better
Better, better, better
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I add two and two the most simple addition
Then swear that the figures are lying
I'm a much better comic then mathematican
Cause I'm better on stage than at intermission
And as far as the man is concerned
If I've been burned, well I haven't learn
I know he's around when the sky and the ground starting ringing
I know that he's near by the thunder I hear in advance
His words and his words alone
Are the words that can start me heart singing
And his is the only music that makes me dance
He'll sleep and he lies in the light of two eyes
That adore him
Oh bore him it might, but he won't leave me sight
For a glance
In every way every single day
I need less of myself I need more him, more him
And his is the only music that makes dance
Yes his is the only music that makes dance
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By Robert Telson
Desert road from Vegas to nowhere
Some place better than where you've been
A coffee machine that needs some fixing
In a little cafe' just around the bend
I am calling you, Can't you hear me
I am calling you
A hot dry wind blows right through me
The baby's crying and I can't sleep
But we both know that a change is coming
Coming closer, sweet release
And I am calling you, can you hear me
I am calling you
Oooh, yeah
(Musical Interlude)
Desert road from Vegas to nowhere
Somewhere better than where you've been
But we both know that a change is coming
Coming closer around the bend
And I am calling you, don't you hear me
I am calling you
I, honey, I'm calling, I'm calling, I'm calling you
I know you hear me
I am calling you
Mmm, hmm
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My baby don't care for shows
My baby don't care for clothes
My baby just cares for me
My baby don't care for cars and races
My baby don't care for high toned places
Liz Taylor's not his style
And even Lana Turner's smile
Is something that he just can't see
My baby don't care who knows it
My baby just cares for me
My baby don't care for shows
My baby don't care for clothes
My baby just cares for me
My baby don't care for cars and races
My baby don't care for those high toned places
Liz Taylor's not his style
And even Lana Turner's smile
Is something that he just can't see
My baby don't care who knows it
Cause my baby just cares for me
My baby don't care for shows
My baby don't care for clothes, no
My baby just cares for me
Well I wonder what's wrong with my sweet baby
'Cause my baby just cares for, oh
My baby don't care for cars and races
My baby don't care for fancy high toned places
Liz Taylor's not his style
And even Lana Turner's smile
Is something he can't see
I don't know what's wrong with my pretty pretty baby
'Cause my baby he really just cares for
Oh oh my baby he only only swears for
My baby he only just cares for me
So there!
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I've Got Just About Everything |
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Love, when we touch I shiver
Just body language can you blame it
My love's like a raging river
And I think you're the one to tame it
You
You're the quiet shy type
You always whisper, never shout it
Ooh
Baby you are my type
Why don't you tell me all about it
I got ways to make you
Make you tell me all about it
That's what I'm gonna do
Till you tell me all about it
Making love till you do
Till you tell me all about it
Me
I'm a lousy loner
Just call my number come be near me
Me
I'm a soulful moaner
Stay chez moi so you can hear me
You
You're the quiet shy type
You always whisper never shout it
Ooh
Baby you are my type
Why don't you tell me all about it
I got ways to make you
Make you tell me all about it
That's what I'm gonna do
Till you tell me all about it
Making love till you do
Till you tell me all about it
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