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Somewhere in the distance---somewhere down the line A trace of an illusion is etched upon my mind A fool's infatuation poundin' in my brain I fell into
You and I, we both know we can leave this love behind So no more lies, what's in our heart, can't be denied Tell it like it is, tell it like it is, tell
TELL IT LIKE IT IS WRITERS GEORGE DAVIS, LEE DIAMOND If you want something to play with Go and find yourself a toy Baby my time is too expensive And
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah You got me cornered There's no getting out alive So wait a minute, woman I need to switch out that light We're a bad match, babe You
Oh, here it comes again, I feel the heat again Blaze to the very end, rise like the sun again I'm on my feet but I can't seem to stand Got control but
If you want something to play with Go and find yourself a toy 'Cause baby, baby, my time is much too expensive And I'm not your little boy And if you
It was one late night what happened was i wis wit my dudes wife she said he outta town (the nigga gone?) my dick said pimpin we be all alone Then we got
Hey yeah Look out, I'm a man with a mission Tell you what I wanna do We've gotta move, we don't need no permission Just need me and you And you ought
Voy en busca de un amor a la tierra del calor, voy llegando a la sabana. aqui todo es especial, la belleza es natural, sol y luna en mi
(ian hunter/mick ronson) Do you remember truth-you used to tell it everyday Oh what a feelin'-there was nuthin' in the way I won't get excited- if you
You're as tight as a hunter's trap Hidden well, what are you concealing? Poker face, carved in stone Amongst friends, but all alone, why do you hide?
Now if you want something to play with Go out and find yourself a toy 'Cause little boy my time is too expensive And I'm not a little boy So if you are
Left New York this morning early Traveling south, so wide and high Sailing through the wide blue yonder It's that Airmail Special on the fly Listen to
Basin Street, Basin Street That's the place where my friends all meet Down in New Orleans, in that land of dreams And you don't know how nice it seems
Night and stars above that shine so bright The mystery of their fading light That shines upon our caravan Sleep upon my shoulder as we creep Across the
Usin' the phone booth Makin' a few calls Doodlin' weird things Usin' the booth walls, yeah Got me a big date Waitin' for my chap A-puttin' his fine on
Mornin? rain keeps on fallin? Like the tears that fall from my eyes Oh, as I sit, as I sit in my room staring out at the gloom It?s the rain, it?s the