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Don't fall in love with me yet
We've only recently met
True I'm in love with you, but
You might decide I'm a nut
Give me a week or two to
Go absolutely cuckoo
Then, when you see your error
Then you can flee in terror
Like everybody else does
I only tell you this because
I'm easy to get rid of
But not if you fall in love
Know now that I'm on the make
And if you make a mistake
My heart will certainly break
I'll have to jump in a lake
And all my friends will blame you
There's no telling what they'll do
It's only fair to tell you
I'm absolutely cuckoo
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They say there's a sun in the sky but me, I can't
imagine why There might have been one before you were
gone but now all I see is the night I don't believe
in the sun How could it shine down on everyone and
never shine on me How could there be such cruelty
The only sun I ever knew was the beautiful one that was you
Since you went away it's nighttime all day and it's usually
raining too... The only stars there really are were
shining in your eyes There is no sun except the one that
never shone on other guys The moon to whom the poets croon
has given up and died Astronomy will have to be revised...
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You are a splendid butterfly It is your wings that make you
beautiful and I could make you fly away but I could never
make you stay You said you were in love with me Both of
us know that that's impossible and I could make you rue
the day but I could never make you stay Not for all
the tea in China not if I could sing like a bird not for
all North Carolina not for all my little words not if I
could write for you the sweetest song you ever heard
It doesn't matter what I do not for all my little words
Now that you've made me want to die you tell me that
you're unboyfriendable and I could make you pay and pay
but I could never make you stay...
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Eligible, not too stupid, intelligible and cute as Cupid,
knowledgeable, but not always right, salvageable
and free for the night Well my heart's running round
like a chicken with its head cut off all around the barnyard
falling in and out of love The poor thing's blind as a bat
getting up, falling down, getting up Who'd fall in love with
a chicken with its head cut off? (Whoa, Nellie) My wife
doesn't understand me Many dozens hope to land me I'm for
free love, and I'm in free fall This could be love or
nothing at all... We don't have to be stars exploding
in the night or electric eels under the covers We
don't have to be anything quite so unreal let's just
be lovers... (It ain't pretty)
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Reno Dakota there's not an iota of kindness in you
You know you enthrall me and yet you don't call me
It's making me blue Pantone 292 Reno Dakota I'm
reaching my quota of tears for the year Alas and
alack you just don't call me back You have just
disappeared It makes me drink beer I know you're
a recluse You know that's no excuse Reno that's
just a ruse Do not play fast and loose with my heart
Reno Dakota I'm no Nino Rota I don't know the score
Have I annoyed you or is there a boy who
Well he's just a whore I've had him before
It makes me drink more
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I don't want to get over you. I guess I could take
a sleeping pill and sleep at will and not have to
go through what I go through. I guess I should take
Prozac, right, and just smile all night at somebody new,
Somebody not too bright but sweet and kind who would
try to get you off my mind. I could leave this agony behind
which is just what I'd do if I wanted to, but I don't
want to get over you cause I don't want to get over love.
I could listen to my therapist, pretend you don't exist
and not have to dream of what I dream of; I could listen
to all my friends and go out again and pretend it's enough,
or I could make a career of being blue--I could dress
in black and read Camus, smoke clove cigarettes and drink
vermouth like I was 17 that would be a scream but I
don't want to get over you.
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Come back from San Francisco It can't be all that pretty
when all of New York City misses you Should pretty boys
in discos distract you from your novel remember I'm
awful in love with you You need me like the wind
needs the trees to blow in Like the moon needs poetry
you need me Come back from San Francisco and kiss me,
I've quit smoking I miss doing the wild thing with you
Will you stay, I don't think so but all I do is worry
Pack bags, call cabs and hurry home to me...
When you betray me betray me with a kiss Damn you
I've never stayed up as late as this
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Andy would bicycle across town in the rain to bring you
candy and John would buy the gown for you to wear to the
prom with Tom the astronomer who'd name a star for you
(C): But I'm the luckiest guy on the Lower East Side
cause I've got wheels and you want to go for a ride
Harry is the one I think you'll marry but it's Chris
that you kissed after school I'm a fool, there's no doubt
but when the sun comes out and only when the sun
comes out... (C) The day is beautiful and so are you
My car is ugly but then I'm ugly too I know you'd
never give me a second glance but when the weather's
nice all the other guys don't stand a chance
I know Professor Blumen makes you feel like a woman
but when the wind is in your hair you laugh like a little girl
So you share secrets with Lou but we've got secrets too
Well, one: I only keep this heap for you
cause I'm the ugliest guy on the Lower East Side
but I've got wheels and you want to go for a ride
Want to go for a ride?
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If you knew how I long for you now that you're gone
you'd grow wings and fly home to me home tonight
and in the morning sun let's pretend we're
bunny rabbits Let's do it all day long Let abbots,
Babbits and Cabots say Mother Nature's wrong
and when we've had a coupla beers we'll put on
bunny suits I long to nibble your ears and do
as bunnies do Let's pretend we're bunny rabbits
Let's do it all day long rapidly becoming rabid
singing little rabbit songs I can keep it up all night
I can keep it up all day Let's pretend we're bunny
rabbits until we pass away Let's pretend we're
bunny rabbits until we pass away
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The cactus where your heart should be has lovely
little flowers so though it's always pricking me
my ardor never sours The cactus hwere your heart
once was has power to rend and flay I stick because
I'm stuck, because I just can't tear myself away
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Time stands still All I can feel is the time standing still
as you put down the keys and say don't call me please
while the radio plays "I Think I Need a New Heart"
You've lied too but it's a sin that I can't tell the truth
cause it all comes out wrong unless I put it in a song
so the radio plays "I Think I Need a New Heart" just for you
"I Think I Need a New Heart" cause I always say I love you
when I mean turn out the light and I say let's run away
when I just mean stay the night but the words you want to hear
you will never hear from me I'll never say happy anniversary
never stay to say happy anniversary so I think I need a new heart
Give me time
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The book of love is long and boring No one can lift the damn thing
It's full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing
but I I love it when you read to me and you you can read me anything
The book of love has music in it In fact that's where music comes from
Some of it is just transcendental Some of it is just really dumb but I
I love it when you sing to me and you you can sing me anything
The book of love is long and boring and written very long ago
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes and things we're all
too young to know but I I love it when you give me things and you
you ought to give me wedding rings I I love it when you give me things
and you you ought to give me wedding rings
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Fido, your leash is too long You go where you don't belong
You've been diggin in the rubble getting bitches in trouble
Fido, your leash is too long Fido your leash is too long
I don't know where I went wrong You scare me out of my wits
when you do that Shitzu Fido, your leash is too long
Fido, you've gone far enough I must have all of your love
You've just run out of luck I don't care what you foxhounds do
but your leash is too long
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How fucking romantic All the stars are out twinkling twinkling twinkling
and fluttering about What a tacky sunset What a vulgar moon
Play another charming Rodgers & Hart tune How fucking romantic
Must we really waltz Drag another cliche howling from the vaults
Love you, obviously, like you really care, even though you treat me
like a dancing bear Toss your bear a goldfish as it cycles by
Don't forget to feed your bear or it'll die
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I do believe our love's in danger I might aas well be loving air
You look at me like I'm a stranger You look at me like I'm not there
I gaze into your eyes of blue but their beauty is not for mee You're
thinking on someone who's gone You're dreaming of the one you really love
I made you mine, or so it seemed Though he is dead he haunts your dreams
I might as well be two ft. tall You never will love me at all...
You're dreaming of the corpse you really love
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I'll linger here your ring upon my finger dear and sing till dawn
a song of you and me and what and why for time is all I have to keep
between these walls and half asleep the days go by a million little
nights and days go by and I don't mind Parades go by So many beautiful
parades go by Leave me behind I'll sit and stare how could I venture
anywhere and let the centuries fall where they may but never die
for I have loved and so I lost the world above beyond the moss...
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I spend my evenings alone talking to your picture, babe Love is
wrapped around my heart like a boa constrictor, babe My mother
should have murdered me What jury would convict her, babe for
love is wrapped around my heart like a boa constrictor, babe
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A pretty girl is like a minstrel show
It makes you laugh
It makes you cry
You go
It just isn't the same on radio
It's all about the makeup and the dancing
And the Oh!
A pretty girl is like a violent crime
If you do it wrong, you could do time
But if you do it right it is sublime
I'm
So in love with you, girl
It's like I'm on the moon
I can't really breathe, but I feel lighter
A melody is like a pretty girl
Who cares if it's the dumbest in the world?
It's all about the way that it unfurls
A pretty girl is like
A pretty girl
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I'm a hopeless romantic You're a terrible flirt Cool and unfazed,
you're always amazed when someone gets hurt I live on the blue planet
that I saw in your eyes but now I can't stay knowing it's made
of beautiful lies but my sentimental melody like a long-lost lullabye
will ring in your ears down through the years bringing a tear to your eye
Goodbye Love can kill people, can't it Well it still might kill me
Each drop of rain is a glass of champagne It's sweet and it's free
When I drink I don't panic When I drink I don't die When I'm far gone
it's all just a song just beautiful lies...
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Dance with me my old friend once before we go Let's pretend
this song won't end and we never have to go home and we'll
dance among the chandeliers And nothing matters when we're
dancing In tat or tatters you're entrancing Be we in Paris
or in Lansing nothing matters when we're dancing You've never been
more beautiful your eyes like two full moons than here in this
poor old dancehall among the dreadful tunes the awful songs
we don't even hear...
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There's an hour of sunshine for a million years of rain
but somehow that always seems to be enough When love falls
from the sky nobody ever asks why You just take it or
you leave it where it was but there's just one kind of love
you can spend your life dreaming of For the love of a sweet-lovin' man
some have traveled far and wide some have given up and died
For the love of a sweet-lovin' man some have broken down and cried
some have turned to dust inside but I'll stay right here and hide
in the arms of my sweet-lovin' man Until you've had sweet lovin'
there's no lovin' worth the name but you can go blind
from crying all the time and who said life was easy
and who said a man was fair Well I wish you well
but keep your paws off mine You can't buy one at the mall
but he'll come if you just call...
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All the things I knew I didn't know and didn't want to know
that you told me just to tell me later that you'd told me so
come flooding back to me now Come on Come flooding back to me now
All the things you said you'd never say and you said anyway
The things we did and didn't do The things we did and didn't do
come flooding back to me now
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Buy more stock in roses
Millionaires will always woo
Don't be shocked if roses
Make a millionaire of you
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Love is like jazz You make it up as you go along and you act as if you
really know the song but you don't and you never will so you flaunt your
mistakes and you make them until they were you Love is like jazz the same
song a million times in different ways "Strange Fruit" with and without
wind chimes It's divine It's asinine It's depressing and it's almost
entirely window dressing but it'll do
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Grand pianos crash together when my boy walks down the street There are
whole new kinds of weather when he walks with his new beat Everyone sings
hallelujah when my boy walks down the street Life just kind of dances
through ya from your smile down to your feet Amazing he's a whole new form
of life blue eyes blazing and he's going to be my wife The world does the
hula-hula when my boy walks down the street Everyone thinks he's Petula so
big and yet so petite Butterflies turn into people when my boy walks down
the street Maybe he should be illegal he just makes life too complete...
Oh, shadows of echoes of memories Oh, things that he brings that he found in
the sea Oh, shadows of echoes of memories of songs Oh, how could he know
that it won't be long...
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There'll be time enough for rocking when we're old We can rock all day in
rocking chairs of gold but tonight I think I'd rather just go dancing
There'll be time enough for rocking when we're old, my love There'll be time
enough for talk in the nursing home Darling, time enough to write an epic
poem but tonight I think I'd rather just go dancing There'll be time enough
for talking in the home, my love There'll be time enough for sleeping when
we're dead You will have a velvet pillow for your head but tonight I think
I'd rather just go dancing There'll be time enough for sleeping when we're
dead, my love There'll be time for sex and drugs in Heaven when our
pheromones are turned up to 11 but tonight I think I'd rather just go
dancing There'll be time enough for sex and drugs in Heaven, my love and
time enough for rocking when we're old
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Everybody knows but me when you go where you shouldn't be Everybody knows
but me where you go when you're feeling free Everybody knows but me So you
go there for a laugh You just go to take photographs To believe that, I'd be
daft but yes I think you go for a laugh and you say, I love you honey Very funny
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If I was the Grand Canyon I'd echo everything you say but I'm just me I'm
only me and you used to love me that way so you know how to love me that way
If I was Paul Bunyan I'd carry you so far away but I'm just me I'm only me
and you used to love me that way so you know how to love me that way
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If you don't mind why don't you mind Where is your sense of indignation You
are too kind Much too kind Where is the madness that you promised me Where
is the dream for which I paid dearly When things go wrong I sing along It
is the nature of the business But you're not here to make my sad songs more
sincere No one will ever love you honestly No one will ever love you
for your honesty No one will ever love you honestly No one will ever
love you for your honesty
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Softly the crystals falling on 17th Street do their dance and die and are
gone Millions of crystal balls roll around your feet and nothing gets done
An hour goes by She doesn't If you don't cry it isn't love If you don't
cry then you just don't feel it deep enough Dying all day in thousands of
little ways Dancing alone and drinking a lot Closing the clubs and haunting
the cabarets looking for what Another five years off your life... A year
goes by She doesn't...
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I will stay if you let me stay and I'll go if you let go but I won't go far
away because you're my only home I will hide what you want hidden and I'll
roam if you say roam but I'd just as soon you didn't because you're my only
home When you cancel dinner plans When you cross the street and you don't
take my hand When you make impossible demands I wish I didn't understand, but...
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I built a ship with my own hands to take us to the moon I took a pen in my
own hand and wrote you a hundred tunes now I'm crazy for you but not that
crazy I pretended you were Jesus you were just dying to save me I stood
beneath your window with my ukulele I made my yard a playground just in
case we had a baby now I'm crazy for you but not that crazy I treated you
like radium I treated you like God You were my glass menagerie Did you not
find that odd I dwelt within and went without and broke my virgin flesh I
performed acts of devotion as if you were Ganesh, but now I'm crazy for you
but not that crazy I'm crazy for you but not that crazy
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Billie you're a miracle and God knows I need one Sing me something terrible
that even dawn may come You and me, we don't believe in happy endings Hey,
Lady Day, can you save my life this time Can you cry so beautifully you
make my troubles rhyme Hey, Lady Day, can you save my life again My only
love has gone away Will you be my only friend Billie you're a genius
enough to be a fool a fool to gamble everything and never know the rules
Some of us can only live in songs of love and trouble Some of us can only
live in bubbles...
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What if the show couldn't go on What if we all got jobs
and got to bed before dawn What if Old Joe had to retire
What if all the stage hands were let go or fired
that's just like what the world would be
If you fell out of love with me I can't let this happen to you
don't you let it happen to me What would our friends and family say
if they could only see If you let this happen to us
don't think you'd be setting me free Wasn't it you and I who made
promises of eternity What if the lights didn't go on What if the
velvet curtain had to be taken down What if the clowns couldn't be clowns
and all those painted smiles gave in to plaintive frowns
What if no show ever happened again No Seven, no 8 1/2, no Nine, and no "10"
All numbers and no mystery No promise of eternity...
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When the rhythm calls the government falls Here come the cops
From Tokyo to Soweto viva la musica pop We are black & white
and we dance all night down at the hop and the letters were tall
on the Berlin Wall viva la musica pop so if you're feeling low
stuck in some bardo I, even I know the solution
love, music, wine and revolution love, love, love music, wine and revolution
This too shall pass so raise your glass to change and chance
and freedom is the only law shall we dance...
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W-A-S-H-I-N-G-T-O-N baby D-C
W-A-S-H-I-N-G-T-O-N baby D-C
Washington D.C., it's paradise to me.
Its not because it is the grand ole' seat
Of precious freedom and democracy, no no no.
It's not the greenry turning gold in fall,
The scenery circling the mall.
Its just thats where my baby lives thats all.
Washington D.C., its the greatest place to be.
Its not the cheeries everywhere in bloom.
Its not the way they put folks on the moon no, no, no.
Its not the spectacles and pagentry,
the thousand things you've got to see.
Its just thats where my baby waits for me.
W-A-S-H-I-N-G-T-O-N baby D-C
W-A-S-H-I-N-G-T-O-N baby D-C
Washington D.C., it fits me to a tee.
It's not the people doing something real.
Its not the way the springtime makes you feel, no no no.
It ain't no famous name on a golden plaque
That makes me ride that railroad track.
Its my baby's kiss that keeps me coming back.
It's my baby's kiss that keeps me coming back.
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If someone told me you'd be here whispering these familiar things
talking to my little pets smoking the same old cigarettes
I would have laughed I saw you last in springtime
You said you hated long goodbyes You said there's nothing to explain
in every life a little rain et cetera And a long-forgotten fairytale
is in your eyes again and I'm caught inside a dream world where the
colors are too intense and nothing is making sense There's a floating
town of eiderdown in a mist of mystery There's an old enchanted castle
and the princess there is me decked out like a Christmas tree
I guess you've had your little joke but I have lost my sense of humor
My medication's wearing off or it's just not strong enough to cover this
and then you kiss me like before and I find myself wanting more
and you tell that little lie that kept me hypnotized: another kiss...
If someone told me I'd succumb, If someone said I'd be so dumb
after all the sleepless nights when I turned on all the lights
I would have hit them but I have turned the other cheek
My voice trembles, my knees are weak and you beat me once again
and I know what happens then: you raise the ante...
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He is my lord, He is my saviour and He rewards my good behavior
My secret soul, I know He's seen it He says, come here baby and
kiss me like you mean it He calls me baby, says kiss me like you mean it
He is my life and my salvation He's always right, He's always patient
I pinch myself It's like I'm dreaming it... He is my love, He's always been it...
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I like your twisted point of view, Mike I like your questioning eyebrows
You've made it pretty clear what you like It's only fair to tell you now
that I leave early in the morning and I won't be back till next year
I see that kiss-me pucker forming but maybe you should plug it with a beer
cause Papa was a rodeo Mama was a rock'n'roll band
I could play guitar and rope a steer before I learned to stand
Home was anywhere with diesel gas Love was a trucker's hand
Never stuck around long enough for a one-night stand
Before you kiss me you should know Papa was a rodeo
The light reflecting off the mirror ball looks like a thousand swirling eyes
They make me think I shouldn't be here at all
You know, every minute someone dies What are we doing in this dive bar
How can you live in a place like this Why don't you just get into my car
and I'll take you away I'll take that kiss now, but...
And now it's 55 years later We've had the romance of the century
After all these years wrestling gators I still feel like crying
when I think of what you said to me... What a coincidence, your
Papa was a rodeo too
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"Caution: to prevent electric shock do not remove cover
No user-serviceable parts insde Refer servicing to qualified
service personnel"
Let this be the epitaph for my heart Cupid put too much poison in the dart
This is the epitaph for my heart because it's gone, gone gone
and life goes on and on anon and death goes on, world without end
and you're not my friend Who will mourn the passing of my heart
Will its little droppings climb the pop chart Who'll take its ashes and,
singing, fling them from the top of the Brill Building And life goes on,
and dawn, and dawn and death goes on, world without end and you're
not my friend
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I've seen you laugh at nothing at all I've seen you sadly weeping
The sweetest thing I ever saw was you asleep and dreaming
I've seen you when your ship came in and when you train was leaving
The sweetest thing I ever saw was you asleep and dremaing
Well you may not be beautiful but it's not for me to judge
I don't know if you're beautiful because I love you too much...
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So the sun goes dawn and the world goes dancing and the stars come out
and they all go dancing and there is nothing I'd like more than a twirl
across this rickety old floor Well I don't know why but I just feel
like dancing I can't imagine why but I feel like dancing and there is
nothing in this world that I'd like better than a twirl across your
rickety old floor Maybe it's you You know your eyes are awful blue
Maybe it's more Maybe you're all I've ever waited for after all the
endless nights when I wished I could still cry...
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So faraway and so alone how could I ever take you home
You're beautiful, beautiful You've got a devastating point of view
and everything you say is true You're beautiful, beautiful
The nightbirds start to sing their favorite song:
"The Way you Say Good-Night" The nightbirds start to sing
their favorite song and the moon begins to sing I kiss you
and the sun goes down How come it's always dark when you're around
You're beautiful, beautiful The nightbirds start to sing
their favorite song The moon begins to sing You're beautiful, beautiful
The stars begin their Busby Berkeley dance: "The Way You Say Good-Night"
and the night becomes a musical extravaganza: The Way You Say Good-Night
The way you say good-night I dream of all day long Oh, I could write a song
about the way you say good-night...
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Abigail can you feel my heart in the palm of your hand
and do you understand why I can't stay Abigail an evil wind is blowing
through the land and they need every man to drive it away
When I come home if I come home you'll be a grown woman
When I come home if I come home don't be alone, Abigial, belle of Kilronan
Abigail 's gonna be the beauty of County Galway and she will live always
in a world of love Abigail I'm off to the war but you can be sure
I will know you're what I'm fighting for...
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Bang there was you too gold too blue You told the truth.
I cried. You flew. You called me mad (and I am mad) as a hatter
Some fall in love I shatter You make it rain. Too bleak, too stark.
Should night not fall you make things dark... Bang here am I
No one nowhere no ground no sky no light no air...
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A pretty girl in her underwear: If there's anything better in this world, who cares? La mort, c'est la mort, mais l'amour, c'est l'amour. La mort, c'est seulement la mort, mais l'amour, c'est l'amour. A pretty boy in his underwear: If there's a better reason to jump for joy, who cares?
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It's a crime to fall in love
Heart and mind and soul in love
It's a crime to fall in love
So hard
So hard
I shouldn't have bothered, 'cause you're just like all the others
Now I know, and I won't do that again
I should've guessed that you'd be just like all the rest
Now I know not to go through that again
I'm still crying all night and all day
But if I show it, someone lock me away
'Cause...
It's a crime to fall in love
Heart and mind and soul in love
It's a crime to fall in love
So hard
So hard
My mother said gently, "You can buy her a Bentley
LyricsBut my son, she'll only drive it away"
I didn't listen, 'cause my brain was missing, and I
Only found it today
I was a man, but now I'm only a child
And if it kills me, I am going to smile
'Cause...
It's a crime to fall in love
Heart and mind and soul in love
It's a crime to fall in love
So hard
So hard
You won't be hearing from me anymore
'Cause I can't see through my tears anymore
If it takes years to be any more
Than a jellyfish
I will not tell you this
Because...
It's a crime to fall in love
Heart and mind and soul in love
It's a crime to fall in love
So hard
So hard
So hard
So hard
So hard
So hard
So hard
So hard
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I should have forgotten you long ago, but you're in every song I know. Wining and pining is wrong, and so on and so forth, of course, of course, but no, you can't have a divorce. I haven't seen you in ages, but it's not as bleak as it seems. We still dance on whirling stages in my Busby Berkeley dreams. The tears have stained all the pages of my True Romance magazines. We still dance in my outrageously beautiful Busby Berkeley dreams. And now you want to leave me for good. I refuse to believe you could. You forget we're not made of wood. Well, darling you may do your worst, because you'll have to kill me first.
(repeat chorus)
Do you think it's dangerous to have Busby Berkeley dreams?
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A single rose in your garden dwells
Like any rose it's not itself
It is my love in your garden grows
but let's pretend it's just a rose
Well I'm sorry that I love you
It's a phase that I'm going through
There is nothing that I can do
and I'm sorry that I love you
Do not listen to my song
Don't remember it, don't sing along
Let's pretned it's a work of art
Let's pretend it's not my heart...
The rose will fade when summer's gone
The song will fade and I'll be gone
because my heart is dying too
and it's all the same to you
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acoustic guitar, i'm gonna make you a star
get your picture all over the world
acoustic guitar, you can have your own car
just bring me back my girl
she always loved the sound of your strum
you made her think maybe I wasn't so dumb
she tends to faint at the sound of a drum, cause she's folk
so play and maybe she'll come
acoustic guitar, how lovely you are
with your inlays of mother of pearl
be a good guitar and you can go far
just bring me back my girl
she always said that you were the one
that could make her move her cute little bum
you understand where shes coming from
which I obviously dont
or she wouldnt be gone
acoustic guitar, if you think I play hard
well you could have belonged to steve earle, or charo or gwar,
I could sell you tommorow
so bring me back my girl
you better bring me back my girl
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I met Ferdinand de Saussure on a night like this
On love, he said, I'm not so sure I even know what it is
No understanding, no closure, it is a nemesis
You can't use a bulldozer to study orchids, he said so
We don't know anything
You don't know anything
I don't know anything
About love
And we are nothing
You are nothing
I am nothing
Without love
I'm just a great composer and not a violent man
But I lost my composure and I shot Ferdinand
Crying, it's well and kosher to say you don't understand
But this is for Holland Dosure, Holland, his last words were
We don't know anything
LyricsYou don't know anything
I don't know anything
About love
But we are nothing
You are nothing
I am nothing
Without love
His fading words were
We don't know anything
You don't know anything
I don't know anything
About love
But we are nothing
You are nothing
I am nothing
Without love
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The woman with no nose, I know where she goes. The old guy with the gold eye, we go back, he and I. Don't smile. We don't do that here, baby. Love in the shadows was never hard to find, but sometimes the moonglow plays tricks on your mind. Love in the shadows is the only kind. The whispers you hear are not sweet nothings. Let's have one more beer and I'll tell you something. Don't laugh. I think you're beautiful.
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Bitter tears keep me goin'
Through the years, freely flowin'
What have you done?
Only a gun could stop these bitter tears
The endless streets I walk along
You made them seem pretty
But now I dream in country songs
And wake in New York City
And the only beauty here
Is the moon seen through the tear
Bitter tears keep me goin'
Through the years, freely flowin'
What have you done?
Only a gun could stop these bitter tears
I cry because it looks so good
I cry, why not, it's free
And there's nothing more interesting
Than crying constantly
And as I tell everyone
Crying all the time is fun
Bitter tears keep me goin'
Through the years, freely flowin'
What have you done?
Only a gun could stop these bitter tears
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Wi' nae wee bairn ye'll me beget. Untwinkle, little ee. My ainly pang'll be regret. A maiden I will dee. But I'll turn into a nightingale. My song will warm thy heart. Well I'll turn into a threshing machine and tear thy bird apart. But I'll turn into a vampire and kiss you on the neck. Well I'll turn into a silver cross and send thee back to Heck. But I'll turn into a hydrogen bomb and atomize the air. Well I'll turn into a cockroach and you'll see if I care. But I'll turn into a supernova and burn up everything. Well I'll turn into a black little hole and you'll turn into string. But I'll turn into God Himself and then you'll come to me. Well I will not believe in you and then where will you be?
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Are you out of love with me?
Are you longing to be free?
Do I drive you up a tree?
Yeah! Oh, yeah!
Do I drive you up the wall?
Do you dread every phone call?
Can you not stand me at all?
Yeah! Oh, yeah!
Though I need you more than air
is it true you just don't care?
Are you having an affair?
Yeah! Oh, yeah!
When we met I thought
money was everything
so I let you buy the house,
the car, the ring
but I can't take your perpetual whining
and you can't sing
I though if we live apart
we could made a brand-new start
Do you want to break my heart?
LyricsYeah! Oh, yeah!
I've enjoyed making you
miserable for years
found peace of mind in
playing on your fears
How I loved to catch your gold
and silver tears, but now my dear
What a dark and dreary life
Are you reaching for a knife?
Could you really kill your wife?
Yeah! Oh, yeah!
Of, I die, I die, I die!
So it's over, you and I
Was my whole life just a lie?
Yeah! Oh, yeah!
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Meaningless?
You mean it's all been meaningless?
Every whisper and caress?
Yes yes yes it was totally meaningless
Meaningless
like when two fireflies flouresce
Just like everything I guess
it was utterly meaningless
Even less
a little glimpse of nothingness
sucking meaning from the
rest of this mess
Yes yes yes it was thoroughly meaningless
and if some dim bulb should say
we were in love in some way
kick all his teeth in for me
and if you feel like keeping on kicking
feel free
Meaningless
Who dare say it wasn't meaningless?
Shout from the rooftops
Lyricsand address the press
Ha ha ha it was totally meaningless
Meaningless
Meaning less than a game of chess
Just like your mother said
and mother knows best
I knew it all the time but now I confess
Yes yes yes how deliciously meaningless
Yes yes yes how effervescently meaningless
Yes yes yes how beautifully meaningless
Yes yes yes how profoundly meaningless
Yes yes yes how definatively meaningless
Yes yes yes how comprehensively meaningless
Yes yes yes how magnificently meaningless
Yes yes yes how incredibly meaningless
Yes yes yes how unprecedentedly meaningless
Yes yes yes how mind-blowingly meaningless
Yes yes yes how unbelievably meaningless
Yes yes yes how infinitely meaningless
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It makes you blind, it does you in
It makes you think you're pretty tough
It makes you prone to crime and sin
It makes you say thing off the cuff
It's very small and made of glass
and grossly over-advertised
It turns a genius into an ass
and makes a fool think he is wise
It could make you regreaty your birth
or turn cartwheels in your best suit
It costs a lot more than it's worth
and yet there is no substitute
They keep it on a higher shelf
the older and more pure it grows
It has no color in itself
but it can make you see rainbows
You can find it at the Bowery
or you can find it at Elaine's
It makes your words more flowery
It makes the sun shine, makes it rain
You just get what they put in
and they never put in enough
Love is like a bottle of gin
but a bottle of gin is not like love
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My girl is the queen of the savages
She don't know this modern world
and its ravages
Instead of money she's
got yams and cabbages
She lives in a dome
I don't care if I never get home
My girl is the queen of the jungle folk
You should see the things
we see when we smoke
We think all of life is a funny joke
She's sharp as a tack
I don't care if I never get back
My girl is the queen of ten villages
We live on the fruits
of her pillages
She eats other queens,
she's very religious
She doesn't use a fork
I don't think I'll go back to New York
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The moon was singing the blues
The stars in the sky harmonized
singing it too
and I, far below
was singing low and slow
for you
and I know
all the world was singing the blues
The Queen was singing the blues
The President played the saxophone
sounded so along
it was on the news
And from Ursa Minor
in what looked like an all-night diner
came lonely luminous creatures
whose only human feature
was singing the blues
soft and low
The blues was singing the blues
The dead in their graves
and the gods in their caves,
they'd been waiting so long
to sing the blue song
about you
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You want to know
if we fell in love too fast
You want to know
if this is, well, too good to last
You're asking the wrong questions
You're opening the wrong doors
I love you
I can't touch you anymore
I can't touch you anymore
There's so much to hate you for
I love you
I can't touch you anymore
You want to tell me
50 ways you've left your lovers
You want to tell me
how you loved 200 others
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There are two kinds of people:
a) my love and I
b) other
two kinds of people:
1) the gray
and 2) me and my love
All people fall into two camps
that ever twain shall be:
those lost in darkness without lamps,
and then,
my love and me...
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The only thing that I could ever feel
I can't believe it wasn't real
The only thing that I could ever feel
I can't believe it wasn't real
You can't open your mouth
without telling a lie
but baby, you know how to say goodbye
The thing I spent my whole life
waiting for
has just walked out and locked the door
The thing I spent my whole life
waiting for
has just walked out and locked the door
You can't feel a thing
and you won't even try
but baby, you know how to say goodbye
I'm overjoyed to hear about your wedding
I'm writing you to wish you
every blessing
I'm overjoyed to hear about your wedding
I'm writing you to wish you
every blessing
and I'm so happy I could cry
Oh baby you know how to say goodbye
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Before you left your garrison
you'd had a drink, maybe two
You don't remember Paris, hon
but it remembers you
It's true, we flew to Paris, dear
aboard an Army jet
the night you can't remember
the night I can't forget
You said I was terrific, it
meant zilch to you, ah, but I
have our marriage certificate
'n I'll keep it till I die
You were an Army officer
and I just a Rockette
the night you can't remember
the night I can't forget
No rose conveyed your sentiments
not even a petunia
but you've got vague presentiments
and I've got little Junior
You said, Nobody loves me
and I said, wanna bet?
the night you can't remember
the night I can't forget
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Should time allow us to describe our prowess, it would be quite hard to overrate, for we are the king of the boudoir, old thing, and the king doesn't like to wait.
One tryst with me, and you'll be spinning like a gyroscope. One tryst with me, and you'll be Pope.
Should modesty allow us to describe our prowesslessnesslessness, 'twould be quite hard to overstate, for we are the king of the boudoir, it's true, and the king doesn't like to wait.
One kiss from me and you'll be overjoyed and overawed. One kiss from me and you'll see God. For we are the king of the boudoir, we are, and the king doesn't like to wait.
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Strange eyes, blue clocks without hands
two lives lived in distant lands
little blue mysteries
what did they see in me
Strange eyes, early Picassos
call me even when you don't
if only from pictures
it having been three years
The follow me in all my dreams
Oh God I'm still in love with you
Strange eyes, to little star charts
plunges knives into my poor heart
As lovely as a tree they endlessly recede
Strange eyes, two little whirlpools
made by God to destroy fools
two pearls of inf'nite cost
two paradises lost
They swallow me in all my dreams
Oh God I'm still in love with you
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To my dear,dear mother
I leave myonly shoes
To my dear, dear mother
I leave my only shoes
By the time you read this
I will have died of the blues
Scream little choo-choo
Bang your xylophone track
You can wail all night long
but you can't bring her back
I've done so much crying
the flesh has left my bones
I've done so much crying
the flesh has left my bones
I can play my ribcage
like a xylophone
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So we got married in Venice in June
So what?
We circled the Earth in a hot air balloon
So what?
and the rest of our lives
is one long honeymoon
well, that doesn't mean we're in love
If you really loved me
you'd buy me a beautiful pearl
buy you've already bought me
all of the pearls in the world
so there's one thing I crave
when my days become ho-hum and blah
I want a zebra
We've got so many tchotchkes
we've pratically emptied the Louvre
In most of our palaces
there's hardly room to manoeuvre
I shan't go to Balie today
I must stay home and Hoovre
up the gold dust
That doesn't mean we're in love
If you really loved me
you'd buy me the Great Pyramid
Oh, I'm so forgetful, you already did
But there's one think I need
if you won't think I'm greedy, my deah
another zebra
Zelda looks lonely, I want a zebra
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