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#9565
Pop pt. II . . . Neneh . . . .
No moneyman can win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of.
We always hang in a Buffalo Stance
We do the dive every time we dance
I'll give you love baby not romance
I'll make a move nothing left to chance
So don't you get fresh with me
No moneyman can win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of.
We always hang in a Buffalo Stance
We do the dive every time we dance
I'll give you love baby not romance
I'll make a move nothing left to chance
So don't you get fresh with me
#9566
Big Head (hey now) Todd . . . .
I'm older now.
I work in the city.
We live together.
But it's different than my dream.
Morning light fills the room. I rise.
She pretends she's sleeping.
Are we everything we wanted?
And I'm thinking love...
Love...
Love...
Love...
It's bittersweet
More sweet than bitter,*
Bitter than sweet.
It's a bittersweet surrender.
I'm older now.
I work in the city.
We live together.
But it's different than my dream.
Morning light fills the room. I rise.
She pretends she's sleeping.
Are we everything we wanted?
And I'm thinking love...
Love...
Love...
Love...
It's bittersweet
More sweet than bitter,*
Bitter than sweet.
It's a bittersweet surrender.
#9567
Pop theme so far this evening . . .pop country . . .
I'm the son of the son of the south
Daddy redneck mama half hippie
Taught how to talk straight not back or my little white butt get a whippin'
I like catfish coockin on a creek bank kind you can't find in the city ya'll
I ain't just whistlin' dixie
I'm the son of the son of the south
Daddy redneck mama half hippie
Taught how to talk straight not back or my little white butt get a whippin'
I like catfish coockin on a creek bank kind you can't find in the city ya'll
I ain't just whistlin' dixie
#9568
K Billy's Supersounds on the '70s . .
Firefall. . .
When you need a lover and you're down so low
Start to wonder, but you never know
When it feels like sorrow is your only friend
Knowing that tomorrow you'll feel this way again
Firefall. . .
When you need a lover and you're down so low
Start to wonder, but you never know
When it feels like sorrow is your only friend
Knowing that tomorrow you'll feel this way again
#9569
Gotta dig on some Jamey . . .
I'd pass out on the bedroom floor
And sleep right through the calm before the storm
My life was just an old routine
Every day the same **** thing
I couldn't even tell I was alive
I tell you
The high cost of livin'
Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high
I'd pass out on the bedroom floor
And sleep right through the calm before the storm
My life was just an old routine
Every day the same **** thing
I couldn't even tell I was alive
I tell you
The high cost of livin'
Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high
#9571
Getting groovy now . . .
Baby, baby why did you dye your hair?
Why you always keeping with your mother's dare?
Baby why's who's who, who know you too?
Did the other children scold on you?
If I come on like a dream?
Would you let me show you what I mean?
If you let me come on inside?
Will you let it slide?
Baby, baby why did you dye your hair?
Why you always keeping with your mother's dare?
Baby why's who's who, who know you too?
Did the other children scold on you?
If I come on like a dream?
Would you let me show you what I mean?
If you let me come on inside?
Will you let it slide?
#9574
So . . . . How Long Has This Been Goin' On?!
Well, your friends with their fancy persuasions
Don't admit that it's part of a scheme,
But I can't help but have my suspicions
'Cause I ain't quite as dumb as I seem.
Well, your friends with their fancy persuasions
Don't admit that it's part of a scheme,
But I can't help but have my suspicions
'Cause I ain't quite as dumb as I seem.
#9575
It's the simple things in life, like when and where
We didn't have no internet
But man I never will forget
The way the moonlight shined upon her hair
. . . . All Summer Long . . .
While we were trying different things . . .
We didn't have no internet
But man I never will forget
The way the moonlight shined upon her hair
. . . . All Summer Long . . .
While we were trying different things . . .
#9576
Rick. . .
Why dont'cha tell me someone isn't lovin' you?
'Cause you're my girl, some say it's no longer true
You're seeing some slick continental dude
I'm beggin' you, please
(Don't talk to strangers)
Baby, dont'cha talk
(Don't talk to strangers)
You know he'll only use you up
(Don't talk, don't talk)
Don't talk
Why dont'cha tell me someone isn't lovin' you?
'Cause you're my girl, some say it's no longer true
You're seeing some slick continental dude
I'm beggin' you, please
(Don't talk to strangers)
Baby, dont'cha talk
(Don't talk to strangers)
You know he'll only use you up
(Don't talk, don't talk)
Don't talk
#9578
One of my favorite lyrics . . . by Local H. . .
I could be happy with less, I guess
If they tell me that less is more
Set a place for me at the table
I won't be hungry anymore
I know I'm nothing special
I know I'm nothing great
I know I'm nothing different
But I just don't feel the Same
I could be happy with less, I guess
If they tell me that less is more
Set a place for me at the table
I won't be hungry anymore
I know I'm nothing special
I know I'm nothing great
I know I'm nothing different
But I just don't feel the Same