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{"drivebyfork": "\r\nIt was a drive-by Sunday night\nMost of us were in bed all right\nI turned down the light\nThen I heard the sirens\nInterrupt the silence\n\nIs this what you wished\nTo commit a crime?\nIs this what you wished\nTo commit a crime?\nIs this what you wished\nTo commit a crime, commit a crime, commit a crime?\n\nHe was a nice guy, really bright\nMaking money's hard to do right\nGuilty was his plight\nNow he's in a jail cell\nFor some thirty years now\n\nIs this what you wished\nTo be serving time?\nIs this what you wished\nTo be serving time?\nIs this what you wished\nTo be serving time, serving time, serving time?\n\nK's a friend of mine\nI think about him as he does time\nMiss his white wine\nFunny I don't feel free\nEven though it's not me\n\nIs this what you wished\nTo leave me behind?\nIs this what you wished\nTo leave me behind?\nIs this what you wished\nTo leave me behind, me behind, me behind?\n\nLast year they decided\nThat his time is up and then he got retried\nDouble homicide\nSent him on to death row\nNot to hang around though\n\nIs this what you wished\nDid you want to die?\nIs this what you wished\nDid you want to die?\nIs this what you wished\nDid you want to die, want to die, want to die?\nDid you want to die, want to die, want to die, want to die?\nDid you want to die?\n", "nexttome": "\r\nAnother day is over\nAnother day is done\nNow I'm getting closer\nTo the rising sun\n\nHey, there, what you doing?\nWould you like a little company?\nHey, man, how you doing?\nWould you like to sit next to me?\n\nAnother day is over\nAnother day is done\nAnother night I'm waiting\nWaiting for the sun\n\nHey, there, what you doing?\nWould you like a little company?\nHey, man, how you doing?\nWould you like to sit next to me?\n\nWell, I don't know, little lady\nYou're awfully pretty\nBut I'm a nice man, I live a nice life\nI have a nice house, I have a great wife\nAnd I'm tired of making\nDecisions without thinking\n\nAnother moon is shining\nAnother evening come\nAnother hour unwinding\nTill the night is done\n\nHey, man, what you doing?\nWould you like a little company?\nHey, there, how are you doing?\nWould you like to sit next to me, next to me, next to me?\n", "astarfornick": "\r\nWell you know it and I know it\nI'm gonna be a star\nYou won't, you won't get me very far\n\nDon't say hello\nIt's already time to go\nOh, the wind is carrying me home\nMe home, me home again\n\nWell you know it and I know it\nI'm gonna be a star\nYou won't, you won't get me very far\n\nYou saw life back in the countryside\nAh, ah, ah, ah, ah\nOh, my soul rise up and go beyond, beyond\nTo what you know\n", "mymomma": "\r\nMy momma wouldn't say you were a nice guy\nBut you're under forty and you have a job\nMy momma wouldn't say you was a good boy\nBut you're making money and you're working hard so\n\nI'm gonna take you on, I don't feel like it's wrong\nMe and my momma, we don't get along\n\nMy momma, she would say your hair was too long\nBut your hair exactly is what I like the best\nAnd my momma she would say you was a hoodlum\nBut I'd have known a hoodlum and you don't pass the test\n\nI'm gonna take you on, I don't feel like it's wrong\nMe and my momma, we don't get along\n\nOh, baby, you're standing so close, I can't back down\nYou're smiling and I know, I'm over and done now\nI am done now\n\nMy momma'd say that it was wrong to see you\nI lied just to meet you, I lied to get in\nMy momma she would say that I deceived you\nBut that's the only way I knew how to begin\n\nSo maybe you got your own problems, who doesn't?\nI'm crazy, you're addicted, we are all of a sudden\n\nMy momma, she would love you like I love you\nIf she ever met you, if she ever knew\nMy momma, she would fall right on top of you\nIf she ever saw you, she'd be smitten, too\n\nI'll never take you home, I want you all for my own\nDon't let my momma hear your pretty song\nI'm gonna take you on, I don't feel like it's wrong\nMe and my momma, we don't get along\n", "baddisease": "\r\nWell, there is something about watching a crime\nIt makes me want to go out and make it all mine\nIt's something about seeing you fight\nIt makes me want to go out tonight\n\nI got a bad disease\nI got a bad disease\nTo fall into\nYeah, it's true\n\nThere's something about seeing him die\nThat puts it all into perspective and I\nWant to stay home, be left alone\nSomeone make my mind up so I don't have to decide\n\nI got a bad disease\nI got a bad disease\nTo fall into\nYeah, I do\n\nThere's some reason why I can't sit still\nEvery waking moment I feel so unfulfilled\nI try to lie down, but I don't know how\nBaby, when I'm sleeping, it feels less like I am dreaming\n\nOh, my god\nI got a bad disease\nI got a bad disease\nIt's got me down\nOn my knees\n\nThere's a fear I have of feeling real bad\nI'm fine now, if I find out that I'm not I'll be sad\nI try to quiet the thoughts in the night\nOh, they got me thinking, I'd be happier just drinking\n\nIt's not true\nAnd I got a bad disease\nI got a bad disease\nIt's got me down\nOn my knees\nOh, no\nI got a bad disease\nWill no one help me please?\nNot even you?\n", "outwithabang": "\r\nLittle bits and pieces fall into the corners\nBox of broken laces, lined up in an order\nI'll do what you tell me, we can have it your way\nI'll tell you the future, you tell me your story\n\nI'm going out with a bang\nI'm going out with a bang\nI'm going out with a bang\n\nSmiles from a stranger, seem to change your day when\nYou were just about to go and throw your towel in\nLately I've been thinking about making changes\nIt's been on my mind for some time and I'm anxious\n\nI'm going out with a bang\nI'm going out with a bang\nI'm going out with a bang\n\nScowling like the sunshine, set on Sarasota\nHappy like a twister over Oklahoma\nClear as Penny Mason lying in a coma\nThis is how I feel when all my hurt is over\n\nI'm going out with a bang\nI'm going out with a bang\nI'm going out with a bang\n\nMeet me in the morning, wrap your arms around me\nTell me that it's over, now that you have found me\nWalk me to the river, see the willow bowing\nCarry me into the water, now we're drowning\n\nWe're going out with a bang\nWe're going out with a bang\nWe're going out with a bang\nWe're going to go home again\n", "dearelliot": "\r\nYou didn't think about anyone else\nYou didn't think about any of us when you left that place\nYou didn't wanna go anywhere else\nNothing could satisfy you 'til you left\nSo you went away\n\nWhere'd you go?\nWhere are you now?\nI ask about, so many of my friends\nOh, about their ends\nWhat about us?\nAre we just dust on the floor again?\nI thought we were on the mend\n\nYou really put me in quite a position\nYou got me struggling as a musician with a song\nYou like to write about all of your problems\nPut them in songs because you think it would solve them\nBut you're wrong\n\nWhy did you go?\nI guess I know\nMaybe my question is, why must it come to this?\nYou talk about being strong, yeah\nAnd how I want to be you and your melody\n\nTrying to learn about something important\nBut you keep taking up space, you're annoying\nBut I love you so\nYeah, you already know\n\nThey're trying to teach me about new ways of living\nThey're trying to teach me about ways of forgiving\nBut you make it hard\nYou're such a bad, bad boy\n\nI love you anyway\nNo matter what they say\nYou are not a prude, but you are on the move\nI care about how this turns out\nIt's just more than I ever knew how to fight\nI guess I won't\n\nTell me I have to, tell me I have to\nI know you could\nI said I know you could\nWhere are you now?\nI ask about\n", "trytonight": "\r\nCan't put my finger on it\nBut I know I want it\nI'm willing to try another way\nThat is, if I get by another day\nBack and forth, I don't get anywhere\nAnd I've been searching everywhere\n\nAnd I'll try tonight\nJust try tonight\n\nHappy as the moon shine\nSifting in the night-time\nClich\u00e9s find a home inside of him\nWhen he enters all of the lights go dim\nHe's so sure he's got a tragic lifestyle\nAnd I'm so sure I can make that man smile\n\nAnd I'll try tonight\nJust try tonight\n\nA dark room in the night-time\nIs how he spends all his time\nIf he could go on without your help\nThen he would do it all by himself\nBut I don't think he got strength to muster\nAnd he don't got a lot \u2013 lacklustre\n\nHe'll try tonight\nTo not get high\nHe'll try tonight\nTo not get high\nBut he will, he will, he will, yes he will\n", "peaceallyouneed": "\r\nYou have a right\nTo live your life\nLike no one else does\nLike no one else might\nIf you have visions\nCome on and live them out\n\nAll you need\nIs some peace\nWhile you are here\nJust let go\nTill you are home, dear\n\nI had a dream\nWhen I was young\nI dreamt our lives were\nGoing to be found\nWhen we were always\nWaiting to live\n\nAll you need\nIs some peace\nWhile you are here\nJust let go\nI'll be it all, dear\n\nYou have the choice\nTo hear the noise\nOr hear the sweet sound\nOf your sweet voice\nI know I've heard it\nI heard it in my sleep\n\nAll you need\nIs some peace\nWhile you are here\nJust let go\nDon't say no, dear\n\nWake up each night\nAt the same time\nPull up the blind\nAnd look outside\nAnd in the orange light\nThe fog is rising\n\nThis is life\nThe still night\nPeace in the quiet\nHappiness\nIs the sky\n", "imindebtedtoyouhowdoyouknowmesowell": "\r\nWhat an unusual name, you said\nWhat a spectacular redhead\nYou really seem like a prize to me\nAnd you are so mysterious\nWhen you are not delirious\nOh what you mean to me\n\nAnd she said, how do you know me so well\nAfter only one night?\nHow do I love you, tell me\nWith all of my might\n\nI'm indebted to you\nI'm indebted to you\nAlways\n\nThere's something she doesn't know about\nA secret he doesn't show about\nA sensitive side all his own, oh my\nShe got her skeletons as well\nSome secrets he know she'd never tell\nPeople who keep her alone\n\nAnd she said\n\"How did I know you so well, why am I not surprised?\"\nHe said, \"Baby, go to hell.\"\nAnd that was the demise of their love\nDon't ever pick up a man if you don't think he'll understand\nDon't ever trust yourself if you have a history of being a loving fool\n\nSo that's what she got when she married him\nA lifetime promise to carry him\nHim and his every second of need\nI do not know you so well\nNot more than that one night\nDo you still love me, oh tell me\nWith all of your might?\n\nI'm indebted to you\nI'm indebted to you, my love\n", "prettybaby": "\r\nPretty baby, if you don't like the way that I touch you\nThen I won't touch you no more, yeah\nPretty baby, if you don't like the way that I love you\nThen throw my love on the floor\n\nMy mean daddy, my bad baby\nDon't you want me?\nI don't believe you when you say\nYou want to leave\n\nDarling, honey, if you don't think that you're gonna want me\nThen, honey, let me know\nListen, honey, I don't wanna keep thinking you love me\nJust to find out you don't\n\nMy mean daddy, my bad baby, don't you want me?\nI don't believe you when you say you want to leave\n\nAren't you gonna miss me?\nHoney, I'll miss you\nI just wanna kiss you, tonight\n\nPretty baby, if you don't like the way that I hold you\nThen, honey, let me go\nPretty baby, if you don't like the way that I told you\nThen, baby, tell me so\n\nMy mean daddy, my bad baby, don't you want me?\nI don't believe you when you say you want to leave\n", "aviation": "\r\nDo you think I'm crazy\nFor considering aviation?\nI'm a fan of flying\nWhy not do it for the nation?\nCause I have nothing else to do\nThis summer but commit it to you\nHave a big degree in philosophy\nBut I don't know what I want to be\n\nSo I'm going into aviation, yeah, mom\nI'm going into aviation, yeah, dad\nGoing into aviation\nI'm going into aviation\n\nDo you think I'm crazy\nCause I'm up and leaving, baby?\nWell, I ain't got nobody\nAnd I ain't got no money, baby, yeah\nI feel high as I might tonight\nSo lean back and enjoy the ride\nAnd the weather is clear, yeah, nobody is near\nThe future is not here\n\nSo I'm going into aviation, yeah, mom\nI'm going into aviation, yeah, dad\nGoing into aviation\nI'm going into aviation\n\nDo you think I'm crazy\nCause I'm going to Pensacola?\nWhere nobody knows me\nWhere someone could just start over\nI'll be all right in a month or two\nCause it's warm there in the winter, too\nThink New York is great, I really like the state\nBut it's time to be on my way\n\nI'm going into aviation, yeah, mom\nI'm going into aviation, yeah, dad\nI'm gonna take a vacation, yeah, man\nFly fighter jets all over the nation\nFly fighter jets all over the nation\n", "move": "\r\nSnow is coming down like rain\nI'm at it myself again\nA little tired, even more confused\nCome on, baby, don't be shy\nYou can say what make you high\nI see the way you be lying, be abused\n\nI don't need anybody when I'm down\nI don't really find it hard to get around\nI'll find my own way back to town\nOh, don't you tell me how I need to be\nThat ain't up to anybody else but me\nI don't care what you think\n\nBreathing getting fast again\nNow I'll start my worrying\nWhen will I learn that there ain't nothing I can do?\nJesus was a dying man\nIf he can't do it, no one can\nWhen will you learn that we ain't nothing without you?\n\nWe don't need anybody when we're down\nWe don't really find it hard to get around\nWe'll find our own way back to town\nAnd oh, don't you tell us how we need to be\nThat ain't up to anybody else but me\nWe don't, we don't care what you think\n\nI don't need anybody when I'm down\nI don't really find it hard to get around\nI'll find my own way back to town\nOh, don't you tell me how I need to be\nThat ain't up to anybody but me\nAnd I don't care what you think\n", "junkiepride": "\r\nYou have this way of making me\nSay the opposite of everything I mean\nI kiss you, I hug you\nBut I could not feel less connected from you\n\nI know I wanted all this in the beginning, I really tried\nI know I caught you at a not-so-happy time of your life\nMy dreams are bigger than your junkie pride\n\nI don't quite fit the part of\nShe who loses everything and falls into insanity\nThe sunbeams mean nothing\nIf you can't find the light shining in one thing\n\nI know I wanted all this in the beginning, I really tried\nI know I caught you at a not-so-happy time of your life\nMy dreams are bigger than your junkie pride\n\nIt's fine if you're hateful\nAs long as all in all you remain grateful\n\nIt made me nervous to know you didn't like me, I really tried\nThe way I'm feeling in this moment, it can't last my whole life\nMy dreams are bigger than your junkie pride\n", "birdsofafeather": "\r\nMet you in front of a diner and you had blue hair\nYou were so nice\nYou were from L.A. but you were all there\nYou were all right\n\nSo many people say that they have it together\nBut I think you're a nice guy\nAnd I think we could be birds of a feather\n\nMet you in front of a diner and you were so sweet\nMade my heart beat, oh, my, my, my, my, my\nI met you with your mother and she had green shoes\nShe was so cool, it was fine, fine, fine, fine, fine\n\nSo many people say that they have it together\nBut I think you're a nice guy\nAnd I think we could be birds of a feather\nOh, feather, oh, birds\n\nYou were sorting pictures and you gave me one\nOf a nun who was playing the drums\nShe was crazy, her name was Katie\nI think you're so fun\n\nSo many people say that they have it together\nBut I think you're a nice guy\nAnd I think we could be birds of a feather\n\nYou don't think I'm that strange, you're so weird\nThat's 'cause you're so queer\nBut who's not these days?\nYou wear purple socks and you still like Purple Haze\n\nSo many people think that you have it together\nBut they don't see you crying in the shower\nBet I can make you better\n'Cause you make me better\nYeah, you make me better\nYeah, you make me better\n", "killkill": "\r\nBound up the stairs\nI'm in the shower\nDo you know I am going to leave you?\nDo you know I am going to leave you?\n\nI'm in love with a dying man\nI'm in love with a dying man\nI'm in love, lying in the sand\nI'm in love with a dying man\nI'm in love with a dying man\nI have done everything I can, mm\n\nTell me about Ray and his girl\nDo I know Ray has gone to meet you?\nLove you, I do\nStay here, I won't\nThe stars fade from your eyes\n\nI'm in love with a dying man\nI'm in love with a dying man\nI'm in love, lying in the sand\nI'm in love with a dying man\nI'm in love with a dying man\nI have done everything I can\n\nOne, two, make it fun\nDon't trust anyone\nOne, two, make it fun\nDon't trust anyone\n\nI'm in love with a dying man\nI'm in love with a dying man\nI have done everything I can, mm\nI'm in love with a dying man\nI'm in love with a dying man\nI have done everything I can, mm\n\nOne, two, make it fun\nDon't trust anyone\nOne, two, make it fun\nMake it fun, make it fun\n", "queenofthegasstation": "\r\nGive me coffee, king-sized cup\nCome on, Kitty cat fill her up\nWhat's your name, little buttercup?\nThat's for me to know and you to make up\n\nLove casinos\nIndian reservations\nBut, baby, if you love me\nTake me to the gas station\nGas station\n\nLook at you smoking in them neon lights\nUnder the thunder, yo, you look so nice\nMade me wonder how you spend them nights\nMe, I spend them looking for men I might like\nLike you, like you, like you\n\nLove casinos\nIndian reservations\nBut, baby, if you love me\nTake me to the gas station\nTake me to the gas station\n\nGive me coffee, Utah love\nI'm the kind of girl you dream of\nAnd I'm trying to tell you what I dream of\nAnd that's gas stations\nWith Slurpee machines and organs playing\nPreferably with smoking inside\nIf you can swing it (swing it, swing it, swing it)\nAnd I'd be real pleased if we could find one just like it\nAgain, again\nAgain, again\nAgain, again\nAgain, again, again, again, again\n\nLove casinos\nIndian reservations\nBut, baby, if you love me\nTake me to the gas station\n\nGas station\nGas station\nGas station\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n", "ohsaycanyousee": "\r\nOh say can you see\nMy stars\nThe night time is almost ours\nTo wander through alleys\nAnd look at the bars\nNighttime is almost ours\n\nThe headlights from passing cars\nThey illuminate my face and\nLeave me the dark\nThe voice of Nirvana says\n\"Come as you are\"\nAnd I will\nNighttime is almost ours\n\nThe sway of the hips and arms\nWill cradle you from afar\nThey swing 'til you're tired\nAnd send you to Mars\nNighttime is almost ours\n", "gramma": "\r\nGramma said she'll leave the lights on for me\nGramma said the flags are waving for me\nGramma said that somewhere out there there's a good man\nWaiting for me\n\nA-M-E-R-I-C-A\nAll I want to do is play\nSee the city every day\nPretty party nation\n\nTell me that you think I'm good\nHappy that I make you glad\nCause I don't want to think I'm bad, Gramma\nI don't want to think I'm bad\n\nGramma said she'll leave the lights on for me\nGramma said the flags are waving for me\nGramma said that somewhere out there there's a good man\nWaiting for me\n\nGramma said she'll leave the lights on for me\nDon't you know, you don't need a thing?\nGramma said that somewhere out there there's a good man\nWaiting for me\n\nT-R-O-U-B-L-E\nTrouble's what feels good to me\nCrazy ass since I was three\nNow I'm out to get you\nBut I been better lately, Ma\nAnd I'm in love with everyone\nAnd I don't want to think I'm wrong\nJust for feeling pretty\n\nGramma said she'll leave the lights on for me\nGramma said the flags are waving for me\nGramma said that somewhere out there there's a good man\nWaiting for me\nGramma said she'll leave the lights on for me\nGramma said the flags are waving for me\nGramma said that somewhere out there there's a good man\nWaiting for me\n\nI want to be the whole world's girl, Gramma\nI want to be the whole world's girl\nI want to be the whole world's girl, Gramma\nTell me do you think that's wrong?\n\nDon't cry, honey, crazy girl\nDon't you know you are the world?\nEvery time you feel unsure\nTry remember what you are\n\nGramma said she'll leave the lights on for me\nGramma said the flags are waving for me\nGramma said that somewhere out there there's a good man\nWaiting for me\n\nGramma said she'll leave the lights on for me\nHoney, don't you know you have everything?\nGramma said that somewhere out there there's a good man\nWaiting for me\n\nGramma said she'll leave the lights on for me\nGramma said the flags are waving for me\nGramma said that somewhere out there there's a good man\nWaiting for me\n\nGramma said she'll leave the lights on for me\nGramma said the flags are waving for me\nGramma said that somewhere out there there's a good man\nWaiting for me\n", "forkpart2": "\r\nAlright, you caught me, I don't play a good guitar but\nWhat do you want from me, it's just a stupid bar and\nI didn't promise anything, no\nYou think I'm pretty and you like the way I talk\nI like your music and you like the way I walk\nSo, I think we're gonna get along\n\nI like the way you wear your sweater off your shoulder\nThe way your hair comes down and makes you look older\nHow are you getting so handsome, my boy?\n\nPretty baby\nPretty baby\n\nThe way your face is shaped, I wonder if you know\nThe way you stand up and your silhouette glows\nI'm electrified, I'll be up all night now\nUse that voice, sing that song\nAnd tell me to come on, to come on, come on\nYou won't hear no, you won't hear no\n\nPretty baby\nPretty baby\nPretty baby\n", "jump": "\r\nPalm trees in black and white\nLast thing I saw before I died\nPalm trees in black and white\nWas the last thing I saw before I died\nRight line, right man\nRight mixture of cocaine and heroin\n\nDo you wanna jump, jump, jump?\nDo you wanna jump, jump, jump?\nDo you wanna jump, jump, jump?\nDo you, do you wanna?\n\nHair thinning in the wind\nCadillac convertible with him\nI was shot at 2 AM\nYou got the grin of a very old man\n\nDo you wanna jump, jump, jump?\nDo you wanna jump, jump, jump?\nDo you wanna jump, jump, jump?\nDo you, do you wanna?\n\nPalm trees in black and white\nYou are a junkie on your window smiling wide\nPalm trees in black and white\nLean forward and you close your eyes\nLast fight, fuck them\nLast words before you went under again\n\nDo you wanna jump, jump, jump?\nDo you wanna jump, jump, jump?\nDo you wanna jump, jump, jump?\nDo you, do you wanna?\n\nJust do what you love\nJust do what you can\nJust do what you love\nJust do what you can\nJust do what you love\nDo it better than\n(Do you wanna?)\n", "mermaidmotel": "\r\nMaybe we could go to Coney Island\nMaybe I could sing the national anthem\nBuy a white sweater for the last white day of the summer\nBuy my purple wig for my mermaid video\nWalk back to where I live in my motel on Neptune (Avenue)\n\nYou call me lavender, you call me sunshine\nYou say take it off, take it off\nYou call me lavender, you call me sunshine\nYou say take it off, take it off\n\n(Maybe we could go to) Suede Tokyo\nOr see Van Halen at their reunion show\nHeavy metal hour on TV\nDiamond Dave and Ray Lee\nAnd you salute me, Miss America\nBecause I am, I am\n\nYou call me lavender, you call me sunshine\nYou say take it off, take it off\nYou call me lavender, you call me sunshine\nYou say take it off, take it off\n\nMaybe we could go to Coney Island\nMaybe I could sing you to sleep\nGod bless the universe, god bless the ocean\nGod bless you and god bless me\nGod bless you and god bless me\n\nYou call me lavender, you call me sunshine\nYou say take it off, take it off\nYou call me lavender, you call me sunshine\nYou say take it off, take it off\n", "raisemeupmississippisouth": "\r\nIt's like you said\nIt's all been done before\nI don't have to talk pretty for them no more\nIt's like you said\nIt's all been done before\nI don't have to talk pretty for them no more\n\nI can talk what I want\nHow I wanna\nI can talk what I want\nHow I wanna\nI can talk what I want\nHow I wanna\nI don't have to talk taste for your mama\nNo, no, no\nI said no\n\nRay, Ray\nRay, raise me up\nRay, raise me up\nRay, raise me up\nRay, raise me up\n\nIt's the voodoo\nMississippi south\n69 million stars\nBirds are flying out of my mouth\nSpirits creeping in my yard\nHold my head\nIt's tilting back\nSomething's dancing me around\nPutting crystals on our neck\nLifting my feet off\nThe ground, the ground\n\nRay, Ray\nRay, raise me up\nRay, ray\nRay, raise me up\nRay, raise me up\nRay, raise me up\n\nOh see\nLook what you done now\nOh me\nThat's what I'm talking 'bout\nOh me\nLook what you done now\nOh me\nIt's what I'm talking 'bout\nIt's what I'm talking 'bout\nIt's what I'm talking about\n\nI can talk what I want\nHow I wanna\nI can talk what I want\nHow I wanna\nI can talk what I want\nHow I wanna\nI don't have to talk taste for your mama\nNo, no, no\nI said no\n\nI can talk what I want\nHow I wanna\nI can talk what I want\nHow I wanna\nI can talk what I want\nHow I wanna\nI don't have to talk taste for your mama\nNo, no, no\nI said no\n\nPick me up\nIn a pickup truck\nRoll it down\nYou got it going on\nLet me talk on your CB-walkie\nLet me play with your new\nShotgun\nShotgun\n\nRay, Ray\nRay, raise me up\nRay, raise me up\nRay, ray\nRay, raise me up\nRay, raise me up\n\nRay, Ray\nRay, raise me up\nRay, raise me up\nRay, raise me up\nRay, raise me up\n\nHow I wanna\nI can talk what I want\nHow I wanna\nI can talk what I want\nHow I wanna\nI don't have to talk taste for your mama\nNo, no, no\nI said no\n", "pawnshopblues": "\r\nWell, I didn't know it would come to this but\nThat's what happens when you're on your own\nAnd you're alright with letting nice things go\n\nWell, I pawned the earrings that you gave me\nGolden metal flowers dangling\nAnd I almost cried as I sold them off\nAnd I don't mind living on bread and oranges, no, no\nBut I got to get to and from where I come\nAnd it's gon' take money to go\n\nOh, no\nOh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh\nOh-oh\n\nIn the name of higher consciousness\nI let the best man I knew go\n'Cause it's nice to love and be loved\nBut it's better to know all you can know\nI said it's nice to love and be loved\nBut I'd rather know what God knows\n\nOh, no\nOh, no, oh, no, oh, no\nOh, no\n\nI can do this once more\nNo man can keep me together\nBeen broken since I was born\n\nWell, I didn't know it would come to this but\nThat's what happens when you're on your own\nAnd you're alright with letting nice things go\n", "britelites": "\r\nI look for you in magazines\nI look for you in magazines\nI look for you in magazines\nI'm taking off my wedding ring\n\nI gave you everything\nI gave you everything\n\nGive me the bright lights\nGive me the bright lights\nGive me the bright lights, yeah\nGive me the bright lights\nGive me the bright lights\nGive me the bright lights, yeah\n\nI'm going back to Aberdeen\nI'm going back to Aberdeen\nI'm going back to Aberdeen\nWhere when I was a beauty queen\n\nI wasn't anything\nIt wasn't anything\n\nGive me the bright lights\nGive me the bright lights\nGive me the bright lights, yeah\nGive me the bright lights\nGive me the bright lights\nGive me the bright lights, yeah\n\nI'm waving on the silver screen\nI'm waving on the silver screen\nI'm waving on the trampoline\nI'm waving on the silver screen\n\nThe film is fading, look at me, yeah\nThe film is fading, look at me, yeah\nThe film is fading, look at me, yeah\nThe film is fading, look at me, look at me\n\nGive me the bright lights\nGive me the bright lights\nGive me the bright lights, yeah\nGive me the bright lights\nGive me the bright lights\nGive me the bright lights, yeah\n\nGive me the bright lights\nGive me the bright lights\nGive me the bright lights, yeah\nGive me the bright lights\nGive me the bright lights\nGive me the bright lights, yeah\n", "putmeinamovie": "\r\nLights, camera, acci\u00f3n\nIf he likes me, takes me home\nLights, camera, acci\u00f3n\nIf he likes me, takes me home\nLights, camera, acci\u00f3n\nIf he likes me, takes me home\n\nCome on, you know you like little girls\nCome on, you know you like little girls\n\nYou can be my daddy\nYou can be my daddy\n\nLights, camera, acci\u00f3n\nHe didn't know he'd have this much fun\nLights, camera, acci\u00f3n\nHe didn't know he'd have this much fun\nLights, camera, acci\u00f3n\nHe didn't know he'd have this much fun\n\nCome on, you know you like little girls\nCome on, you know you like little girls\n\nYou can be my daddy\nYou can be my daddy\n\nYou're my little sparkle jump-rope queen\nYou're my little sparkle\nYou're my little sparkle jump-rope queen\nYou're my little sparkle\n\nLights, camera, acci\u00f3n\nYou know I can't make it on my own\nPut me in a movie\n(Come on, you know you like little girls)\nPut me in a movie\n(Come on, you know you like)\n\nYou can be my daddy\nYou can be my daddy\nPut me in a movie\nYou can be my daddy\n", "smarty": "\r\nDo I make you feel like Christmas time?\nPut me in a party dress one time\nLove me 'til I see the sunshine\n\nSay you'll never leave me\nSay you'll never leave me\n\nWho has a face like smarty does?\nWho has a voice like smarty does?\nWho has a choice like smarty does?\nNobody, nobody, nobody\nWho has a face like smarty does?\nWho has a voice like smarty does? (nobody)\nWho has a choice like smarty does?\nNobody, nobody, nobody\n\nSay I make you feel like Christmas time\nSay I make you feel like Christmas time\nTell me you don't feel like Christmas time\nPut me in a party dress, my, mine\n\nBaby, if you loved me, you would call me your bunny\nTell me that I'm just a baby, honey\nBeat me and tell me no one will love me\nBetter than you do, better than you do\nDance me all around the room, dance me around the room\nKeep out the stars, turn out the lights\nThis little world is yours tonight\nDance me all around the room\n\nSay you'll never leave me\n\nWho has a face like smarty does?\nWho has a voice like smarty does?\nWho has a choice like smarty does?\nNobody, nobody, nobody\nWho has a face like smarty does?\nWho has a voice like smarty does? (Nobody)\nWho has a choice like smarty does?\nNobody, nobody, nobody\n\nSay I make you feel like\nLike you did, like you did, when you were thirteen\nSay I make you feel like\nWhen you were the dirty heavy metal king\nSay I make you feel all right, all right, all right\nKissing me 'til I see the sunshine\nKissing me 'til I see the sunshine\nKeep out the stars, turn out the lights\nThis little world is yours tonight\nIs yours tonight\nThis little world is yours tonight\n\nSay you'll never leave me\nSay you'll never leave me\n\nWho has a face like smarty does?\nWho has a voice like smarty does?\nWho has a choice like smarty does?\nNobody, nobody, nobody\nWho has a face like smarty does?\nWho has a voice like smarty does?\nWho has a choice like smarty does?\nNobody, nobody, nobody\n", "yayo": "\r\nI like the snake on your tattoo\nI like the ivy and the ink blue\nYayo\nYes, you\nYayo\n\nYou have to take me right now\nFrom this dark trailer park life now\nYayo\nHow now\nYayo\n\nPut me onto your black motorcycle\n50s' baby doll dress for my \"I do\"\nIt only takes two hours to Nevada\nI wear your sparkle, you call me your mama\n\nLet me put on a show for you, daddy\nLet me put on a show\nLet me put on a show for you, tiger\nLet me put on a show\n\nI need you like a baby when I hold you\nLike a druggy, like I told you\nYayo\nYeah, you\nYayo\n\nPut me onto your black motorcycle\n50s' baby doll dress for my \"I do\"\nIt only takes two hours to Nevada\nI wear your sparkle, you call me your mama\n\nLet me put on a show for you, daddy\nLet me put on a show\nLet me put on a show for you, tiger\nLet me put on a show\n\nHello, heaven, you are a tunnel-lined\nWith yellow lights on a dark night\nYayo\nYes, you\nYayo\n\nPut me onto your black motorcycle\n50s' baby doll dress for my \"I do\"\nIt only takes two hours to Nevada\nI wear your sparkle, you call me your mama\n\nLet me put on a show for you, daddy\nLet me put on a show\nLet me put on a show for you, tiger\nLet me put on a show\n", "borntodie": "\r\nWhy? (\"Got that?\")\nWho, me? (\"Louder!\")\nWhy? (\"Got that?\")\n\nFeet don't fail me now\nTake me to the finish line\nOh, my heart, it breaks every step that I take\nBut I'm hoping at the gates, they'll tell me that you're mine\nWalking through the city streets, is it by mistake or design?\nI feel so alone on a Friday night\nCan you make it feel like home, if I tell you you're mine?\nIt's like I told you, honey (\"Louder!\")\n\nDon't make me sad, don't make me cry\nSometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough\nI don't know why\nKeep making me laugh\u2014let's go get high\nThe road is long, we carry on\nTry to have fun in the meantime\n\nCome and take a walk on the wild side\nLet me kiss you hard in the pouring rain\nYou like your girls insane (\"Louder!\", \"Alright!\")\nChoose your last words, this is the last time\n'Cause you and I\u2014we were born to die\n\nLost, but now I am found\nI can see that once I was blind\nI was so confused as a little child\nTried to take what I could get, scared that I couldn't find\nAll the answers I need (\"Louder!\")\n\nDon't make me sad, don't make me cry\nSometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough\nI don't know why\nKeep making me laugh\u2014let's go get high\nThe road is long, we carry on\nTry to have fun in the meantime\n\nCome and take a walk on the wild side\nLet me kiss you hard in the pouring rain\nYou like your girls insane (\"Louder!\", \"Alright\")\nChoose your last words, this is the last time\n'Cause you and I\u2014we were born to die (\"Louder!\", \"Got that\")\nWe were born to die (\"Louder!\", \"Alright\")\nWe were born to die\nCome and take a walk on the wild side\nLet me kiss you hard in the pouring rain\nYou like your girls insane\n\nSo don't make me sad, don't make me cry\nSometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough\nI don't know why\nKeep making me laugh\u2014let's go get high\nThe road is long, we carry on\nTry to have fun in the meantime\n\nCome and take a walk on the wild side\nLet me kiss you hard in the pouring rain\nYou like your girls insane (\"Louder!\", \"Alright\")\nSo choose your last words, this is the last time\n'Cause you and I\u2014we were born to die\n\n(\"Got that?\")\n(\"Louder!\")\nWe were born to die\n(\"Got that?\")\n(\"Louder!\")\n(\"Got that?\")\n(\"Louder!\")\n(\"Got that?\")\n(\"Louder!\")\n(\"Got that?\")\n(\"Louder!\")\n", "offtotheraces": "\r\nMy old man is a bad man\nBut I can't deny the way he holds my hand\nAnd he grabs me, he has me by my heart\n\nHe doesn't mind I have a Las Vegas past\nHe doesn't mind I have a LA crass\nWay about me\nHe loves me\nWith every beat of his cocaine heart\n\nSwimming pool glimmering darling\nWhite bikini off with my red nail polish\nWatch me in the swimming pool\nBright blue ripples\nYou sitting sipping on your Black Cristal\n\nLight of my life, fire of my loins\nBe a good baby, do what I want\nLight of my life, fire of my loins\nGive me them gold coins, give me them coins\n\nAnd I'm off to the races\nCases of Bacardi chasers\nChasing me all over town\n'Cause he knows I'm wasted\nFacing time again at Rikers Island\nAnd I won't get out\n\nBecause I'm crazy, baby\nI need you to come here and save me\nI'm your little scarlet, starlet\nSinging in the garden\nKiss me on my open mouth\nReady for you\n\nMy old man is a tough man\nBut he's got a soul as sweet as blood-red jam\nAnd he shows me\nHe knows me\nEvery inch of my tar-black soul\n\nHe doesn't mind I have a flat broke-down life\nIn fact he says he thinks it's what he might like\nAbout me\nAdmires me\nThe way I roll like a rolling stone\n\nLikes to watch me in the glass room, bathroom, Chateau Marmont\nSlipping on my red dress, putting on my make-up\nGlass room, perfume, cognac, lilac\nFumes, says it feels like heaven to him\n\nLight of his life, fire of his loins\nKeep me forever, tell me you own me\nLight of your life, fire of your loins\nTell me you own me, give me them coins\n\nAnd I'm off to the races\nCases of Bacardi chasers\nChasing me all over town\n'Cause he knows I'm wasted\nFacing time again at Rikers Island\nAnd I won't get out\n\nBecause I'm crazy, baby\nI need you to come here and save me\nI'm your little scarlet, starlet\nSinging in the garden\nKiss me on my open mouth\n\nYo I'm off to the races, laces\nLeather on my waist is\nTight and I am falling down\nI can see your face is shameless\nCipriani's basement\nLove you but I'm going down\n\nGod I'm so crazy, baby\nI'm sorry that I'm misbehaving\nI'm your little harlot, starlet\nQueen of Coney Island\nRaising hell all over town\nSorry 'bout it\n\nMy old man is a thief and I'm gonna stay and pray with him 'til the end\nBut I trust in the decision of the Lord to watch over us\nTake him when he may, if he may\nI'm not afraid to say\nThat I'd die without him\n\nWho else is gonna put up with me this way?\nI need you, I breathe you, I never leave you\nThey would rue the day I was alone without you\n\nYou're lying with your gold chain on\nCigar hanging from your lips\nI said \"Hon'\nYou never looked so beautiful as you do now, my man.\"\n\nAnd we're off to the races, places\nReady, set, the gate is\nDown and now we're going in\nTo Las Vegas chaos, Casino Oasis\nHoney, it is time to spin\n\nBoy you're so crazy, baby\nI love you forever not maybe\nYou are my one true love\nYou are my one true love\n\nYou are my one true love\n", "bluejeans": "\r\nBlue jeans, white shirt\nWalked into the room you know you made my eyes burn\nIt was like James Dean for sure\nYou're so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer\n\nYou were sorta punk rock,\nI grew up on hip-hop\nBut you fit me better\nThan my favourite sweater,\nAnd I know that love is mean,\nAnd love hurts\nBut I still remember\nThat day we met in December,\nOh, baby!\n\nI will love you 'til the end of time\nI would wait a million years\nPromise you'll remember that you're mine\nBaby, can you see through the tears?\nLove you more\nThan those bitches before\nSay you'll remember, oh, baby, say you'll remember, oh, baby, ooh\nI will love you 'til the end of time\n\nBig dreams, gangster\nSaid you had to leave to start your life over\nI was like, \"No please, stay here.\nWe don't need no money we can make it all work.\"\n\nBut he headed out on Sunday,\nSaid he'd come home Monday\nI stayed up waitin',\nAnticipatin', and pacin'\nBut he was chasing paper\n\"Caught up in the game.\"\nThat was the last I heard\n\nI will love you 'til the end of time\nI would wait a million years\nPromise you'll remember that you're mine\nBaby, can you see through the tears?\nLove you more\nThan those bitches before\nSay you'll remember, oh, baby, say you'll remember, oh, baby, ooh\nI will love you 'til the end of time\n\nYou went out every night\nAnd, baby, that's alright\nI told you that no matter what you did I'd be by your side\n'Cause I'mma ride or die\nWhether you fail or fly\nWell, shit at least you tried.\n\nBut when you walked out that door,\nA piece of me died\nI told you I wanted more,\nBut that's not what I had in mind\nI just want it like before\nWe were dancing all night\nThen they took you away,\nStole you out of my life\nYou just need to remember...\n\nI will love you 'til the end of time\nI would wait a million years\nPromise you'll remember that you're mine\nBaby, can you see through the tears?\nLove you more\nThan those bitches before\nSay you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember, oh, baby, ooh\nI will love you 'til the end of time\n", "videogames": "\r\nSwinging in the backyard\nPull up in your fast car\nWhistling my name\n\nOpen up a beer\nAnd you say, \"Get over here\nAnd play a video game.\"\n\nI'm in his favorite sundress\nWatching me get undressed\nTake that body downtown\n\nI say, \"You the bestest.\"\nLean in for a big kiss\nPut his favorite perfume on\n\nGo play a video game\n\nIt's you, it's you, it's all for you\nEverything I do\nI tell you all the time\nHeaven is a place on earth with you\nTell me all the things you wanna do\nI heard that you like the bad girls\nHoney, is that true?\nIt's better than I ever even knew\nThey say that the world was built for two\nOnly worth living if somebody is loving you\nBaby, now you do\n\nSinging in the old bars\nSwinging with the old stars\nLiving for the fame\n\nKissing in the blue dark\nPlaying pool and wild darts\nVideo games\n\nHe holds me in his big arms\nDrunk and I am seeing stars\nThis is all I think of\n\nWatching all our friends fall\nIn and out of Old Paul's\nThis is my idea of fun\nPlaying video games\n\nIt's you, it's you, it's all for you\nEverything I do\nI tell you all the time\nHeaven is a place on earth with you\nTell me all the things you wanna do\nI heard that you like the bad girls\nHoney, is that true?\nIt's better than I ever even knew\nThey say that the world was built for two\nOnly worth living if somebody is loving you\nBaby, now you do\n\nNow you do\nNow you do\nNow you do\n\nNow, now you do\nNow you do\nNow you do\n\nIt's you, it's you, it's all for you\nEverything I do\nI tell you all the time\nHeaven is a place on earth with you\nTell me all the things you wanna do\nI heard that you like the bad girls\nHoney, is that true?\nIt's better than I ever even knew\nThey say that the world was built for two\nOnly worth living if somebody is loving you\nBaby, now you do\n\nNow, now you do\nNow you do\nNow you do\n(Now you do)\nNow, now you do\nNow you do\nNow you do\n", "dietmountaindew": "\r\nYou're no good for me\nBaby, you're no good for me\nYou're no good for me\nBut, baby, I want you, I want\u2014\n\nDiet Mountain Dew, baby, New York City\nNever was there ever a girl so pretty\nDo you think we'll be in love forever?\nDo you think we'll be in love?\nDiet Mountain Dew, baby, New York City\nCan we hit it now, low-down and gritty?\nDo you think we'll be in love forever?\nDo you think we'll be in love?\n\nBaby, put on heart-shaped sunglasses\n'Cause we gonna take a ride\nI'm not gonna listen to what the past says\nI been waiting up all night\nTake another drag, turn me to ashes\nReady for another lie?\nSays he's gonna teach me just what fast is\nSay it's gonna be alright\n\nDiet Mountain Dew, baby, New York City\nNever was there ever a girl so pretty\nDo you think we'll be in love forever?\nDo you think we'll be in love?\nDiet Mountain Dew, baby, New York City\nCan we hit it now, low-down and gritty?\nDo you think we'll be in love forever?\nDo you think we'll be in love?\n\nLet's take Jesus off the dashboard\nGot enough on his mind\nWe both know just what we're here for\nSaved too many times\nMaybe I like this roller coaster\nMaybe it keeps me high\nMaybe the speed, it brings me closer\nI could sparkle up your eye\n\nDiet Mountain Dew, baby, New York City\nNever was there ever a girl so pretty\nDo you think we'll be in love forever?\nDo you think we'll be in love?\nDiet Mountain Dew, baby, New York City\nCan we hit it now, low-down and gritty?\nDo you think we'll be in love forever?\nDo you think we'll be in love?\n\nYou're no good for me\nBaby, you're no good for me\nYou're no good for me\nBut, baby, I want you, I want you\nYou're no good for me\nBaby, you're no good for me\nYou're no good for me\nBut, baby, I want you, I want you, I want you\n\nDiet Mountain Dew, baby, New York City\nNever was there ever a girl so pretty\nDo you think we'll be in love forever?\nDo you think we'll be in love?\nBaby stopping at 7-Eleven\nThere in his white Pontiac Heaven\nDo you think we'll be in love forever?\nDo you think we'll be in love?\n\nDiet Mountain Dew, baby, New York City\nNever was there ever a girl so pretty\nDo you think we'll be in love forever?\nDo you think we'll be in love?\nDiet Mountain Dew, baby, New York City (You're no good for me)\nCan we hit it now, low-down and gritty? (Baby, you're no good for me)\nDo you think we'll be in love forever? (You're no good for me)\nDo you think we'll be in love? (But, baby, I want you, I want\u2014)\n\nYou're no good for me\nBaby, you're no good for me\nYou're no good for me\nBut, baby, I want you, I want\u2014\nYou're no good for me\nBaby, you're no good for me\nYou're no good for me\nBut, baby, I want you, I want\u2014\nYou're no good for me\nBaby, you're no good for me\nYou're no good for me\nBut, baby, I want you, I want\u2014\n", "nationalanthem": "\r\nMoney is the anthem of success\nSo before we go out, what's your address?\n\nI'm your national anthem\nGod, you're so handsome\nTake me to the Hamptons, Bugatti Veyron\nHe loves to romance 'em\nReckless abandon\nHolding me for ransom, upper echelon\nHe says to be cool, but I don't know how yet\nWind in my hair, hand on the back of my neck\nI said, \"Can we party later on?\" He said, \"Yes\" (Yes, yes)\n\nTell me I'm your national anthem\n(Booyah, baby, bow down, making me say wow now)\nTell me I'm your national anthem\n(Sugar sugar, how now, take your body downtown)\nRed, white, blue is in the sky\nSummer's in the air and, baby, heaven's in your eyes\nI'm your national anthem\n\nMoney is the reason we exist\nEverybody knows it, it's a fact\nKiss, kiss\n\nI sing the national anthem while I'm standing over your body\nHold you like a python\nAnd you can't keep your hands off me or your pants on\nSee what you've done to me, King of Chevron?\nHe said to be cool, but I'm already coolest\nI said to get real, don't you know who you're dealing with?\nUm, do you think you'll buy me lots of diamonds?\n(\"Yes, of course I will, my darling\")\n\nTell me I'm your national anthem\n(Booyah, baby, bow down, making me say wow now)\nTell me I'm your national anthem\n(Sugar sugar, how now, take your body downtown)\nRed, white, blue is in the sky\nSummer's in the air and, baby, heaven's in your eyes\nI'm your national anthem\n\nIt's a love story for the new age\nFor the sixth page\nWe're on a quick, sick rampage\nWining and dining, drinking and driving\nExcessive buying, overdose and dying\nOn our drugs and our love and our dreams and our rage\nBlurring the lines between real and the fake\nDark and lonely, I need somebody to hold me\nHe will do very well, I can tell, I can tell\nKeep me safe in his belltower hotel\nMoney is the anthem of success\nSo put on mascara and your party dress\n\nI'm your national anthem\nBoy, put your hands up\nGive me a standing ovation\nBoy, you have landed\nBabe, in the land of\nSweetness and danger, Queen of Saigon\n\nTell me I'm your national anthem\n(Booyah, baby, bow down, making me say wow now)\nTell me I'm your national anthem\n(Sugar sugar, how now, take your body downtown)\nRed, white, blue is in the sky\nSummer's in the air and, baby, heaven's in your eyes\nI'm your national anthem\n\nMoney is the anthem\nGod, you're so handsome\nMoney is the anthem of success\nMoney is the anthem\nGod, you're so handsome\nMoney is the anthem of success\nMoney is the anthem\nGod, you're so handsome\nMoney is the anthem of success\nMoney is the anthem\nGod, you're so handsome\nMoney is the anthem of success\n", "darkparadise": "\r\nAll my friends tell me I should move on\nI'm lying in the ocean, singing your song\nAh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh\nThat's how you sang it\n\nLoving you forever, can't be wrong\nEven though you're not here, won't move on\nAh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh\nThat's how we played it\n\nAnd there's no remedy\nFor memory\nYour face is like a melody\nIt won't leave my head\nYour soul is haunting me\nAnd telling me\nThat everything is fine\nBut I wish I was dead\n(Dead like you)\n\nEvery time I close my eyes\nIt's like a dark paradise\nNo one compares to you\nI'm scared that you\nWon't be waiting on the other side\nEvery time I close my eyes\nIt's like a dark paradise\nNo one compares to you\nI'm scared that you\nWon't be waiting on the other side\n\nAll my friends ask me why I stay strong\nTell 'em when you find true love it lives on\nAh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh\nThat's why I stay here\n\nAnd there's no remedy\nFor memory\nYour face is like a melody\nIt won't leave my head\nYour soul is haunting me\nAnd telling me\nThat everything is fine\nBut I wish I was dead\n(Dead like you)\n\nEvery time I close my eyes\nIt's like a dark paradise\nNo one compares to you\nI'm scared that you\nWon't be waiting on the other side\nEvery time I close my eyes\nIt's like a dark paradise\nNo one compares to you\nBut there's no you\nExcept in my dreams tonight\n\nOh-oh-oh-oh-hah-hah-hah-hah\nI don't wanna wake up from this tonight\nOh-oh-oh-oh-hah-hah-hah-hah\nI don't wanna wake up from this tonight\n\nThere's no relief\nI see you in my sleep\nAnd everybody's rushing me\nBut I can feel you touching me\nThere's no release\nI feel you in my dreams\nTelling me I'm fine\n\nEvery time I close my eyes\nIt's like a dark paradise\nNo one compares to you\nI'm scared that you won't be waiting on the other side (So tell me)\nEvery time I close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise\nNo one compares to you\nBut there's no you\nExcept in my dreams tonight\n\nOh-oh-oh-oh-hah-hah-hah-hah\nI don't wanna wake up from this tonight\nOh-oh-oh-oh-hah-hah-hah-hah\nI don't wanna wake up from this tonight\n", "radio": "\r\nNot even they can stop me now\nBoy, I be flying overhead\nTheir heavy words can't bring me down\nBoy, I've been raised from the dead\n\nNo one even knows how hard life was\nI don't even think about it now because\nI finally found you\n(Oh, sing it to me)\n\nNow my life is sweet like cinnamon\nLike a fucking dream I'm living in\nBaby, love me 'cause I'm playing on the radio\nHow do you like me now?\nLick me up and take me like a vitamin\n'Cause my body's sweet like sugar venom, oh yeah\nBaby, love me 'cause I'm playing on the radio\nHow do you like me now?\n\nAmerican dreams came true somehow\nI swore I'd chase 'em 'til I was dead\nI heard the streets were paved with gold\nThat's what my father said\n\nNo one even knows what life was like\nNow I'm in L.A. and it's paradise\nI finally found you\n(Oh, sing it to me)\n\nNow my life is sweet like cinnamon\nLike a fucking dream I'm living in\nBaby, love me 'cause I'm playing on the radio\nHow do you like me now?\nLick me up and take me like a vitamin\n'Cause my body's sweet like sugar venom, oh yeah\nBaby, love me 'cause I'm playing on the radio\nHow do you like me now?\n\nSweet like cinnamon\nLike a fucking dream I'm living in\nBaby, love me 'cause I'm playing on the radio\nHow do you like me now?\nSweet like cinnamon\nLike a fucking dream I'm living in\nI finally found you\n(Oh, sing it to me)\n\nNow my life is sweet like cinnamon\nLike a fucking dream I'm living in\nBaby, love me 'cause I'm playing on the radio\nHow do you like me now?\nLick me up and take me like a vitamin\n'Cause my body's sweet like sugar venom, oh yeah\nBaby, love me 'cause I'm playing on the radio\nHow do you like me now? (Oh, sing it to me)\n\nNow my life is sweet like cinnamon\nLike a fucking dream I'm living in\nBaby, love me 'cause I'm playing on the radio\nHow do you like me now?\nLick me up and take me like a vitamin\n'Cause my body's sweet like sugar venom, oh yeah\nBaby, love me 'cause I'm playing on the radio\nHow do you like me now?\n", "carmen": "\r\nDarling, darling\nDoesn't have a problem\nLying to herself\n'Cause her liquor's top shelf\nIt's alarming, honestly\nHow charming she can be\nFooling everyone\nTelling 'em she's having fun\n\nShe says, \"You don't want to be like me\nDon't wanna see all the things I've seen\nI'm dying, I'm dying\"\nShe says, \"You don't want to get this way\nFamous and dumb at an early age\nLying, I'm lying\"\n\nThe boys, the girls\nThey all like Carmen\nShe gives them butterflies, bats her cartoon eyes\nShe laughs like God\nHer mind's like a diamond\nAudiotune lies\nShe's still shining\nLike lightning, whoa, whoa\nWhite lightning\n\nCarmen, Carmen\nStaying up 'til morning\nOnly seventeen, but she walks the streets so mean\nIt's alarming, truly\nHow disarming you can be\nEating soft ice cream\nConey Island queen\n\nShe says, \"You don't want to be like me\nLooking for fun, getting high for free\nI'm dying, I'm dying\"\nShe says, \"You don't want to get this way\nStreet walk at night and a star by day\nIt's tiring, tiring\"\n\nThe boys, the girls\nThey all like Carmen\nShe gives them butterflies\nBats her cartoon eyes\nShe laughs like God\nHer mind's like a diamond\nAudiotune lies\nShe's still shining\nLike lightning, whoa, whoa\nWhite lightning\n\nBaby's all dressed up with nowhere to go\nThat's the little story of the girl you know\nRelying on the kindness of strangers\nTying cherry knots\nSmiling, doing party favors\nPut your red dress on, put your lipstick on\nSing your song, song, now the camera's on\nAnd you're alive again\n\nMon amour, je sais que tu m'aimes aussi\nTu as besoin de moi, tu as besoin de moi dans ta vie\nTu ne peux vivre sans moi\nEt je mourrais sans toi\nJe tuerais pour toi\n\nThe boys, the girls\nThey all like Carmen\nShe gives them butterflies\nBats her cartoon eyes\nShe laughs like God\nHer mind's like a diamond\nAudiotune lies\nShe's still shining\nLike lightning, whoa, whoa\nWhite lightning\nLike lightning, whoa, whoa\nWhite lightning\n\nDarling, darling\nDoesn't have a problem\nLying to herself\n'Cause her liquor's top shelf\n", "milliondollarman": "\r\nYou said I was the most exotic flower\nHolding me tight in our final hour\n\nI don't know how you convince them and get them, boy\nI don't know what you do, it's unbelievable\nAnd I don't know how you get over, get over\nSomeone as dangerous, tainted and flawed as you\n\nOne for the money, two for the show\nI love you honey, I'm ready, I'm ready to go\nHow did you get that way? I don't know\nYou're screwed up and brilliant\nYou look like a million dollar man\nSo why is my heart broke?\n\nYou got the world but baby at what price?\nSomething so strange, hard to define\n\nIt isn't that hard boy to like you or love you\nI'd follow you down down down\nYou're unbelievable\nIf you're going crazy just grab me and take me\nI'd follow you down down down, anywhere anywhere\n\nOne for the money, two for the show\nI love you honey, I'm ready, I'm ready to go\nHow did you get that way? I don't know\nYou're screwed up and brilliant\nYou look like a million dollar man\nSo why is my heart broke?\n\nOne for the money, two for the show\nI love you honey, I'm ready, I'm ready to go\nHow did you get that way? I don't know\nYou're screwed up and brilliant\nYou look like a million dollar man\nSo why is my heart broke?\n\nI don't know\nYou're screwed up and brilliant\nYou look like a million dollar man\nSo why is my heart broke?\n", "summertimesadness": "\r\nKiss me hard before you go\nSummertime sadness\nI just wanted you to know\nThat, baby, you're the best\n\nI got my red dress on tonight\nDancing in the dark in the pale moonlight\nDone my hair up real big beauty queen style\nHigh heels off, I'm feeling alive\n\nOh, my God, I feel it in the air\nTelephone wires above are sizzling like a snare\nHoney, I'm on fire, I feel it everywhere\nNothing scares me anymore\n\n(1, 2, 3, 4)\n\nKiss me hard before you go\nSummertime sadness\nI just wanted you to know\nThat, baby, you're the best\n\nI got that summertime, summertime sadness\nS-s-summertime, summertime sadness\nGot that summertime, summertime sadness\nOh, oh, oh, oh, oh\n\nI'm feeling electric tonight\nCruising down the coast going 'bout 99\nGot my bad baby by my heavenly side\nI know if I go, I'll die happy tonight\n\nOh, my God, I feel it in the air\nTelephone wires above are sizzling like a snare\nHoney, I'm on fire, I feel it everywhere\nNothing scares me anymore\n\n(1, 2, 3, 4)\n\nKiss me hard before you go\nSummertime sadness\nI just wanted you to know\nThat, baby, you're the best\n\nI got that summertime, summertime sadness\nS-s-summertime, summertime sadness\nGot that summertime, summertime sadness\nOh, oh, oh, oh, oh\n\nThink I'll miss you forever\nLike the stars miss the sun in the morning sky\nLater's better than never\nEven if you're gone I'm gonna drive (drive, drive)\n\nI got that summertime, summertime sadness\nS-s-summertime, summertime sadness\nGot that summertime, summertime sadness\nOh, oh, oh, oh, oh\n\nKiss me hard before you go\nSummertime sadness\nI just wanted you to know\nThat, baby, you're the best\n\nI got that summertime, summertime sadness\nS-s-summertime, summertime sadness\nGot that summertime, summertime sadness\nOh, oh, oh, oh, oh\n", "thisiswhatmakesusgirls": "\r\nRemember how we used to party up all night?\nSneaking out, looking for a taste of real life\nDrinking in the small town firelight\n(Pabst Blue Ribbon on ice)\nSweet sixteen and we had arrived\nWalking down the streets as they whistle, \"Hi, hi\"\nStealing police cars with the senior guys\nTeachers said we'd never make it out alive\n\nThere she was, my new best friend\nHigh heels in her hand, swaying in the wind\nOh, she starts to cry, mascara running down her little Bambi eyes\n\"Lana, how I hate those guys\"\n\nThis is what makes us girls\nWe all look for heaven and we put love first\nSomething that we'd die for, it's a curse\nDon't cry about it, don't cry about it\nThis is what makes us girls\nWe don't stick together 'cause we put love first\nDon't cry about him, don't cry about him\nIt's all gonna happen (Happen, happen)\n\nAnd that's where the beginning of the end begun\nEverybody knew that we had too much fun\nWe were skipping school and drinking on the job\nWith the boss\nSweet sixteen and we had arrived\nBaby's table dancing at the local dive\nCheering our names in the pink spotlight\nDrinking cherry schnapps in the velvet night\n\nYeah, we used to go break into the hotel\nGlimmering, we'd swim\nRunning from the cops in our black bikini tops\nScreaming, \"Get us while we're hot, get us while we're hot\"\n(C'mon, take a shot)\n\nThis is what makes us girls\nWe all look for heaven and we put love first\nSomething that we'd die for, it's a curse\nDon't cry about it, don't cry about it\nThis is what makes us girls\nWe don't stick together 'cause we put love first\nDon't cry about him, don't cry about him\nIt's all gonna happen (Happen, happen)\n\nThe prettiest in-crowd that you had ever seen\nRibbons in our hair and our eyes gleamed mean\nA freshmen generation of degenerate beauty queens\nAnd you know something?\nThey were the only friends I ever had\nWe got into trouble and when stuff got bad\nI got sent away, I was waving on the train platform\nCrying 'cause I know I'm never coming back\n\nThis is what makes us girls\nWe all look for heaven and we put love first\nSomething that we'd die for, it's a curse\nDon't cry about it, don't cry about it\nThis is what makes us girls\nWe don't stick together 'cause we put love first\nDon't cry about him, don't cry about him\nIt's all gonna happen, oh\n", "withoutyou": "\r\nEverything I want, I have\nMoney, notoriety, and rivieras\nI even think I found God\nIn the flashbulbs of the pretty cameras\nPretty cameras, pretty cameras\nAm I glamorous? Tell me, am I glamorous?\n\nHello? Hello?\nCa-can you hear me?\nI can be your china doll if you wanna see me fall\nBoy, you're so dope, your love is deadly\nTell me life is beautiful, they all think I have it all\nI've nothing without you\nAll my dreams and all the lights mean\nNothing without you\n\nSummertime is nice and hot\nAnd my life is sweet like vanilla is\nGold and silver-lined, my heart\nBut burned into my brain, all these stolen images\nStolen images, baby, stolen images\nCan you picture it? Babe, that life we could've lived\n\nHello? Hello?\nCa-can you hear me?\nI can be your china doll if you like to see me fall\nBoy, you're so dope, your love is deadly\nTell me life is beautiful, they all think I have it all\nI've nothing without you\nAll my dreams and all the lights mean\nNothing without you\n\nWe were two kids just trying to get out\nLived on the dark side of the American dream\nWe would dance all night, play our music loud\nWhen we grew up, nothing was what it seemed\n\nHello? Hello?\nCa-can you hear me?\nI can be your china doll if you like to see me fall\nBoy, you're so dope, your love is deadly\nTell me life is beautiful, they think that I have it all\nI've nothing without you\nAll my dreams and all the lights mean\nNothing without you\n\nHello? Hello?\nCa-can you hear me?\nI can be your china doll if you like to see me fall\nBoy, you're so dope, your love is deadly\nTell me life is beautiful, they think that I have it all\nI've nothing without you\nAll my dreams and all the lights mean\nNothing without you\nAll my dreams and all the lights mean\nNothing if I can't have you\n", "lolyta": "\r\nWould you be mine?\nWould you be my baby tonight?\nCould be kissing my fruit punch lips in the bright sunshine\n'Cause I like you quite a lot, everything you got\nDon't you know?\nIt's you that I adore\nThough I make the boys fall like dominoes\n\nKiss me in the D-A-R-K, dark tonight\n(D-A-R-K, do it my way)\nKiss me in the P-A-R-K, park tonight\n(P-A-R-K, let them all say)\n\nHey Lolita, hey! Hey Lolita, hey!\nI know what the boys want, I'm not gonna play\nHey Lolita, hey! Hey Lolita, hey!\nWhistle all you want, but I'm not gonna stay\nNo more skipping rope, skipping heartbeats with the boys downtown\nJust you and me feeling the heat even when the sun goes down\n\nI could be yours, I could be your baby tonight\nTopple you down from your sky forty stories high\nShining like a god, can't believe I caught you and so\nLook at what I bought, not a second thought, oh, Romeo\n\nKiss me in the D-A-R-K, dark tonight\n(D-A-R-K, do it my way)\nKiss me in the P-A-R-K, park tonight\n(P-A-R-K, let them all say)\n\nHey Lolita, hey! Hey Lolita, hey!\nI know what the boys want, I'm not gonna play\nHey Lolita, hey! Hey Lolita, hey!\nWhistle all you want, but I'm not gonna stay\nNo more skipping rope, skipping heartbeats with the boys downtown\nJust you and me feeling the heat even when the sun goes down\n\nI want my cake and I wanna eat it too\nI want to have fun and be in love with you\nI know that I'm a mess with my long hair\nAnd my suntan, short dress, bare feet, I don't care\nWhat they say about me, what they say about me\nBecause I know that it's L-O-V-E\nYou make me happy, you make me happy\nAnd I never listen to anyone\n(Let them all say!)\n\nHey Lolita, hey! Hey Lolita, hey!\nI know what the boys want, I'm not gonna play\nHey Lolita, hey! Hey Lolita, hey!\nWhistle all you want, but I'm not gonna stay\nNo more skipping rope, skipping heartbeats with the boys downtown\nJust you and me feeling the heat even when the sun goes down\n", "luckyones": "\r\nLet's get out of this town, baby, we're on fire\nEveryone around here seems to be going down, down, down\nIf you stick with me, I can take you higher and higher\nIt feels like all of our friends are lost\nNobody's found, found, found\n\nI got so scared, I thought no one could save me\nYou came along, scooped me up like a baby\n\nEvery now and then, the stars align\nBoy and girl meet by the great design\nCould it be that you and me are the lucky ones?\nEverybody told me love was blind\nThen I saw your face and you blew my mind\nFinally, you and me are the lucky ones this time\n\nBoy, get into my car, got a bad desire\nYou know that we'll never leave if we don't get out now, now, now\nYou're a careless con and you're a crazy liar, but baby\nNobody can compare to the way you get down, down, down\n\nI tried so hard to act nice like a lady\nYou taught me that it was good to be crazy\n\nEvery now and then, the stars align\nBoy and girl meet by the great design\nCould it be that you and me are the lucky ones?\nEverybody told me love was blind\nThen I saw your face and you blew my mind\nFinally, you and me are the lucky ones this time\n\nFeels like, feels like, you know it feels like\nFalling in love for the first time\nFeels like, you know it feels like\nFalling in love\n\nEvery now and then, the stars align\nBoy and girl meet by the great design\nCould it be that you and me are the lucky ones?\nEverybody told me love was blind\nThen I saw your face and you blew my mind\nFinally, you and me are the lucky ones this time\n", "ride": "\r\nI been out on that open road\nBut you can be my full-time daddy, white and gold\nSinging blues has been getting old\nBut you can be my full-time baby, hot or cold\n\nDon't break me down (Don't break me down)\nI been traveling too long (I been traveling too long)\nI been trying too hard (I been trying too hard)\nWith one pretty song (With one pretty song)\n\nI hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast\nI am alone at midnight\nBeen trying hard not to get into trouble, but I\nI've got a war in my mind\nSo, I just ride, just ride\nI just ride, I just ride\n\nDying young and playing hard\nThat's the way my father made his life and art\nDrink all day and we talk 'til dark\nThat's the way the road dogs do it, light 'til dark\n\nDon't leave me now (Don't leave me now)\nDon't say goodbye (Don't say goodbye)\nDon't turn around (Don't turn around)\nLeave me high and dry (Leave me high and dry)\n\nI hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast\nI am alone at midnight\nBeen trying hard not to get into trouble, but I\nI've got a war in my mind\nI just ride, just ride\nI just ride, I just ride\n\nI'm tired of feeling like I'm fucking crazy\nI'm tired of driving 'til I see stars in my eyes\nIt's all I've got to keep myself sane, baby\nSo I just ride, I just ride\n\nI hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast\nI am alone at midnight\nBeen trying hard not to get into trouble, but I\nI've got a war in my mind\nI just ride, just ride\nI just ride, I just ride\n", "american": "\r\nPlay house, put my favorite record on\nGet down, get your crystal method on\nYou were like tall, tan, driving 'round the city\nFlirting with the girls like you're so pretty\n\"Springsteen is the King, don't ya think?\"\nI was like, \"Hell yeah, that guy can sing\"\nLike ooh-ooh-ooh\nOoh-ooh-ooh\n\nYou make me crazy, you make me wild\nJust like a baby, spin me 'round like a child\nYour skin so golden brown\nBe young, be dope, be proud\nLike an American\nOoh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh\nLike an American\nOoh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh\n\nDrive fast, I can almost taste it now\nL.A., I don't even have to fake it now\nYou were like so sick, everybody said it\nYou were way ahead of the trend, get, get it\n\"Elvis is the best, hell yes\"\n\"Honey, put on that party dress\"\nLike ooh-ooh-ooh\nOoh-ooh-ooh\n\nYou make me crazy, you make me wild\nJust like a baby, spin me 'round like a child\nYour skin so golden brown\nBe young, be dope, be proud\nLike an American\nOoh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh\nLike an American\nOoh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh\n\nEverybody wants to go fast\nBut they can't compare\nI don't really want the rest\nOnly you can take me there\nI don't even know what I'm saying\nBut I'm praying for you\n\nYou make me crazy, you make me wild\nJust like a baby, spin me 'round like a child\nYour skin so golden brown\nBe young, be dope, be proud\nLike an American\nOoh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh\nLike an American\nOoh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh\n\nLike an American\nOoh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh\nLike an American\nOoh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh\nLike an American\n", "colapussy": "\r\nMy pussy tastes like Pepsi cola\nMy eyes are wide like cherry pies\nI gots a taste for men who are older\nIt's always been so it's no surprise\n\nAh, he's in the sky with diamonds and he's making me crazy\n(I come alive, alive)\nAll he wants to do is party with his pretty baby\n\nCome on, baby, let's ride\nWe can escape to the great sunshine\nI know your wife and she wouldn't mind\nWe made it out to the other side\nWe made it out to the other side\nWe made it out to the other side\n\nCome on, come on\nCome on, come on, come on, baby\nOh, oh yeah\n\nI fall asleep in an American flag\nI wear my diamonds on Skid Row\nI pledge allegiance to my dad\nFor teaching me everything he knows\n\nAh, he's in the sky with diamonds and he's making me crazy\n(I come alive, alive)\nAll he wants to do is party with his pretty baby\n\nCome on, baby, let's ride\nWe can escape to the great sunshine\nI know your wife and she wouldn't mind\nWe made it out to the other side\nWe made it out to the other side\nWe made it out to the other side\n\nDrugs, suck it up, like vanilla icys\nDon't treat me rough, treat me really niceys\nDecorate my neck, diamantes ices\nWhy, come on, come on\n(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh yeah)\n\nCome on, baby, let's ride\nWe can escape to the great sunshine\nI know your wife and she wouldn't mind\nWe made it out to the other side\nCome on, baby, let's ride\nWe can escape to the great sunshine\nWe made it out to the other side\nWe made it out to the other side\n\nCome on, come on, come on, baby\nCome on, come on, come on, baby\nOh, oh\nMy pussy tastes like Pepsi cola\nOoh, ah\nMy pussy tastes like Pepsi cola\nOoh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh\nMy pussy tastes like Pepsi cola\nOoh, oh yeah\n", "bodyelectric": "\r\nElvis is my daddy\nMarilyn's my mother\nJesus is my bestest friend\nWe don't need nobody\n'Cause we got each other\nOr at least I pretend\n\nWe get down every Friday night\nDancing and grinding in the pale moonlight\nGrand Ole Opry\nWe're feeling alright\nMary prays the rosary for my broken mind\n(I said, \"Don't worry 'bout it\")\n\nI sing the body electric\nI sing the body electric, baby\nI sing the body electric\nI sing the body electric\nSing that body electric\nSing that body electric\nI'm on fire\nSing that body electric\n\nWhitman is my daddy\nMonaco's my mother\nDiamonds are my bestest friend\nHeaven is my baby\nSuicide's her father\nOpulence is the end\n\nWe get down every Friday night\nDancing and grinding in the pale moonlight\nGrand Ole Opry\nWe're feeling alright\nMary prays the rosary for my broken mind\n(I said, \"Don't worry 'bout it\")\n\nI sing the body electric\nI sing the body electric, baby\nI sing the body electric\nI sing the body electric\nSing that body electric\nSing that body electric\nI'm on fire\nSing that body electric\n\nMy clothes still smell like you\nAnd all the photographs say you're still young\nI pretend I'm not hurt\nAnd go about the world like I'm having fun\n\nWe get crazy every Friday night\nDrop it like it's hot in the pale moonlight\nGrand Ole Opry\nFeeling alright\nMary swaying softly to her heart's delight\n\nI sing the body electric\nI sing the body electric, baby\nI sing the body electric\nI sing the body electric\nSing that body electric\nSing that body electric\nI'm on fire\nSing that body electric\n\nI sing the body electric, baby\nI sing the body electric, baby\nI sing the body electric, baby\n", "bluevelvet": "\r\nShe wore blue velvet\nBluer than velvet was the night\nSofter than satin was the light\nFrom the stars\n\nShe wore blue velvet\nBluer than velvet were her eyes\nWarmer than May, her tender sighs\nLove was ours\n\nOurs a love I held tightly\nFeeling the rapture grow\nLike a flame burning brightly\nBut when she left, gone was the glow of\n\nBlue velvet\nBut in my heart there'll always be\nPrecious and warm a memory\nThrough the years\n\nAnd I still can see blue velvet through my tears\n", "godsmonsters": "\r\nL.A., L.A\nL.A., L.A\n\nIn the land of gods and monsters\nI was an angel living in the garden of evil\nScrewed up, scared, doing anything that I needed\nShining like a fiery beacon\n\nYou got that medicine I need\nFame, liquor, love, give it to me slowly\nPut your hands on my waist, do it softly\nMe and God, we don't get along, so now I sing\n\nNo one's gonna take my soul away\nI'm living like Jim Morrison\nHeaded towards a fucked up holiday\nMotel sprees, sprees and I'm singing\n\"Fuck yeah, give it to me, this is Heaven, what I truly want\"\nIt's innocence lost, innocence lost\n\nIn the land of gods and monsters\nI was an angel looking to get fucked hard\nLike a groupie incognito, posing as a real singer\nLife imitates art\n\nYou got that medicine I need\nDope, shoot it up, straight to the heart, please\nI don't really wanna know what's good for me\nGod's dead, I said, \"Baby, that's alright with me\"\n\nNo one's gonna take my soul away\nI'm living like Jim Morrison\nHeaded towards a fucked up holiday\nMotel sprees, sprees and I'm singing\n\"Fuck yeah, give it to me, this is Heaven, what I truly want\"\nIt's innocence lost, innocence lost\n\nWhen you talk, it's like a movie and you're making me crazy\n'Cause life imitates art\nIf I get a little prettier, can I be your baby?\nYou tell me life isn't that hard\n\nNo one's gonna take my soul away\nI'm living like Jim Morrison\nHeaded towards a fucked up holiday\nMotel sprees, sprees and I'm singing\n\"Fuck yeah, give it to me, this is Heaven, what I truly want\"\nIt's innocence lost, innocence lost\n", "belair": "\r\nGargoyles standing at the front of your gate\nTrying to tell me to wait, but I can't wait to see you\nSo I run like I'm mad to heaven's door\nI don't wanna be bad, I won't cheat you no more\n\nRoses, Bel Air, take me there\nI've been waiting to meet you\nPalm trees in the light, I can see, late at night\nDarling, I'm waiting to greet you\nCome to me, baby\n\nSpotlight, bad baby, you've got a flair\nFor the violentest kind of love anywhere out there\nMon amour, sweet child of mine, you're divine\nDidn't anyone ever tell you it's okay to shine?\n\nRoses, Bel Air, take me there\nI've been waiting to meet you\nPalm trees in the light, I can see, late at night\nDarling, I'm waiting to greet you\nCome to me, baby\n\nDon't be afraid of me\nDon't be ashamed\nWalk in the way of my soft resurrection\nIdol of roses, iconic soul\nI know your name\nLead me to war with your brilliant direction\n\nRoses, Bel Air, take me there\nI've been waiting to meet you\nPalm trees in the light, I can see, late at night\nDarling, I'm waiting to greet you\nCome to me, baby\n\nRoses, Bel Air, take me there\nI've been waiting to meet you\nGrenadine, sunshine\u2014can you break this heart of mine?\nDarling, I'm waiting to greet you\nCome to me, baby\n", "burningdesire": "\r\nEvery Saturday night, I get dressed up to ride for you, baby\nCruising down the street on Hollywood and Vine for you, baby\nI drive fast, wind in my hair\nI push it to the limits 'cause I just don't care\nYou ask me where I've been; I been everywhere\nBut I don't want to be nowhere but here\n(Come on, tell me, boy)\n\nI've got a burning desire for you, baby\n(I've got a burning desire) (Come on, tell me, boy)\nI've got a burning desire for you, baby\n(I've got a burning desire) (Come on, tell me, boy)\nI drive fast, wind in my hair\nI push it to the limits 'cause I just don't care (Don't care)\nI've got a burning desire for you, baby\n(I've got a burning desire)\n\nEvery Saturday night I seem to come alive for you, baby\nSanta Monica, I'm racing in the lights for you, baby\nI drive fast, radio blares\nHave to touch myself to pretend you're there\nYour hands were on my hips, your name was on my lips\nOver, over again like my only prayer\n(Come on, tell me, boy)\n\nI've got a burning desire for you, baby\n(I've got a burning desire) (Come on, tell me, boy)\nI've got a burning desire for you, baby\n(I've got a burning desire) (Come on, tell me, boy)\nI drive fast, wind in my hair\nI push it to the limits 'cause I just don't care (Don't care)\nI've got a burning desire for you, baby\n(I've got a burning desire)\n\nI'm driving fast, flash!\nEveryone knows it\nI'm trying to get to you, baby\nI'm feeling scared and you know it\nI'm driving fast, flash!\nEveryone knows it\nI'm trying to get to you, baby\nI'm feeling scared and you know it\n\nI'm driving fast, flash!\nEveryone knows it\nI'm trying to get to you, baby\nI'm feeling scared and you know it\nI'm driving fast, flash!\nEveryone knows it\nI'm trying to get to you, baby\nI'm feeling scared and you know it\nOoh, ooh\n\nI've got a burning desire for you, baby\n(I've got a burning desire) (Come on, tell me, boy)\nI've got a burning desire for you, baby\n(I've got a burning desire) (Come on, tell me, boy)\nI drive fast, wind in my hair\nI push it to the limits 'cause I just don't care (Don't care)\nI've got a burning desire for you, baby\n(I've got a burning desire)\n", "cruelworld": "\r\nShared my body and my mind with you\nThat's all over now\nDid what I had to do\n'Cause you're so far past me now\nShared my body and my life with you\nThat's way over now\nThere's not more a mind can do\nYou're so famous now\n\nGot your Bible, got your gun\nAnd you like to party and have fun\nAnd I like my candy and your women\nI'm finally happy now that you're gone\n\nPut my little red party dress on\nEverybody knows that I'm the best\nI'm crazy, yeah, yeah\nGet a little bit of bourbon in ya\nGet a little bit suburban and go\nCrazy, yeah, yeah\nBecause you're young, you're wild, you're free\nYou're dancing circles around me\nYou're fucking crazy\nOh, oh\nOh, oh\nYou're crazy for me\n\nI shared my body and my mind with you\nThat's all over now\nI did what I had to do\nI found another, anyhow\nShared my body and my mind with you\nThat's all over now\nI did what I had to do\nI could see you leaving now\n\nI got your Bible and your gun\nAnd you love to party and have fun\nAnd I love your women and all of your heroin\nAnd I'm so happy now that you're gone\n\nPut my little red party dress on\nEverybody knows that I'm a mess\nI'm crazy, yeah, yeah\nGet a little bit of bourbon in ya\nGo a little bit suburban and go\nCrazy, yeah, yeah\nBecause you're young, you're wild, you're free\nYou're dancing circles around me\nYou're fucking crazy\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nYou're crazy for me\n\nGot your Bible and your gun\nYou like your women and you like fun\nI like my candy and your heroin\nAnd I'm so happy, so happy now you're gone\n\nPut my little red party dress on\nEverybody knows that I'm a mess\nI'm crazy, yeah, yeah\nGet a little bit of bourbon in ya\nGet a little bit suburban and go\nCrazy, yeah, yeah\n'Cause you're young, you're wild, you're free\nYou're dancing circles around me\nYou're fucking crazy\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nYou're crazy for me\n\nOh, oh\nOh\nYou're crazy for me\n", "ultraviolence": "\r\nHe used to call me DN\nThat stood for Deadly Nightshade\n'Cause I was filled with poison\nBut blessed with beauty and rage\nJim told me that, he hit me and it felt like a kiss\nJim brought me back, reminded me of when we were kids\n\nWith his ultraviolence\nUltraviolence\nUltraviolence\nUltraviolence\nI can hear sirens, sirens\nHe hit me and it felt like a kiss\nI can hear violins, violins\nGive me all of that ultraviolence\n\nHe used to call me poison\nLike I was Poison Ivy\nI could have died right there\n'Cause he was right beside me\nJim raised me up, he hurt me but it felt like true love\nJim taught me that, loving him was never enough\n\nWith his ultraviolence\nUltraviolence\nUltraviolence\nUltraviolence\nI can hear sirens, sirens\nHe hit me and it felt like a kiss\nI can hear violins, violins\nGive me all of that ultraviolence\n\nWe could go back to New York\nLoving you was really hard\nWe could go back to Woodstock\nWhere they don't know who we are\nHeaven is on Earth\nI would do anything for you, baby\nBlessed is this union\nCrying tears of gold like lemonade\n\nI love you the first time, I love you the last time\nYo soy la princesa, comprende mis white lines\n'Cause I'm your jazz singer and you're my cult leader\nI love you forever, I love you forever\n\nWith his ultraviolence (Lay me down tonight)\nUltraviolence (In my linen and curls)\nUltraviolence (Lay me down tonight)\nUltraviolence (Riviera Girls)\nI can hear sirens, sirens\nHe hit me and it felt like a kiss\nI can hear violins, violins\nGive me all of that ultraviolence\n", "shadesofcool": "\r\nMy baby lives in shades of blue\nBlue eyes and jazz and attitude\nHe lives in California, too\nHe drives a Chevy Malibu\nAnd when he calls, he calls for me and not for you\nHe lives for love, he loves his drugs, he loves his baby, too\n\nBut I can't fix him, can't make him better\nAnd I can't do nothing about his strange weather\n\nBut you are unfixable\nI can't break through your world\n'Cause you live in shades of cool\nYour heart is unbreakable\n\nMy baby lives in shades of cool\nCold heart and hands and aptitude\nHe lives for love, for women, too\nI'm one of many, Bonnie's blue\nAnd when he calls, he calls for me and not for you\nHe prays for love, he prays for peace, and maybe someone new\n\nBut I can't help him, can't make him better\nAnd I can't do nothing about his strange weather\n\n'Cause you are unfixable\nI can't break through your world\n'Cause you live in shades of cool\nYour heart is unbreakable\n\nYour hot, hot weather in the summer\nHigh, high, neglectful lover\nHot, hot weather in the summer\nHigh, neglectful lover\nYou're crumbling, sadly\nYou're sadly, crumbling\n\nYou are unfixable\nI can't break through your world\n'Cause you live in shades of cool\nYour heart is unbreakable\n\nPa pa da pa\nPa pa da ah, oh\nOh, oh\nOh\n", "brooklynbaby": "\r\nTa-da-da-da-da-da-da\nPa-da-da-da-da-da-da\nTa-da-da-da-da-da-da\n\nThey say I'm too young to love you\nI don't know what I need\nThey think I don't understand\nThe freedom land of the seventies\nI think I'm too cool to know ya\nYou say I'm like the ice I freeze\nI'm churning out novels like\nBeat poetry on amphetamines\n\nI say\nI say\n\nWell, my boyfriend's in a band\nHe plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed\nI've got feathers in my hair\nI get down to Beat poetry\nAnd my jazz collection's rare\nI can play most anything\nI'm a Brooklyn baby\nI'm a Brooklyn baby\n\nTa-da-da-da-da-da-da\nPa-da-da-da-da-da-da\nTa-da-da-da-da-da-da\n\nThey say I'm too young to love you\nThey say I'm too dumb to see\nThey judge me like a picture book\nBy the colors, like they forgot to read\nI think we're like fire and water\nI think we're like the wind and sea\nYou're burning up, I'm cooling down\nYou're up, I'm down\nYou're blind, I see\n\nBut I'm free\nI'm free\n\nWell, my boyfriend's in a band\nHe plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed\nI've got feathers in my hair\nI get down to Beat poetry\nAnd my jazz collection's rare\nI can play most anything\nI'm a Brooklyn baby\nI'm a Brooklyn baby\n\nI'm talking about my generation\nTalking about that newer nation\nAnd if you don't like it\nYou can beat it\nBeat it, baby\nYou never liked the way I said it\nIf you don't get it, then forget it\n'Cause I don't have to fucking explain it\n\nAnd my boyfriend's in a band\nHe plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed\nI've got feathers in my hair\nI get high on hydroponic weed\nAnd my jazz collection's rare\nI get down to Beat poetry\nI'm a Brooklyn baby\nI'm a Brooklyn baby\n\nPa-da-pa-pa, pa-de-da\nTe-de-de, da-da-ah\nOoh, oh\nWhoa-ah\n\nYeah, my boyfriend's pretty cool\nBut he's not as cool as me\n'Cause I'm a Brooklyn baby\nI'm a Brooklyn baby\n\nPa-da-da-da-da-da-da\nDa-da-da-da-da, baby\nAh-ta-da-da-da-da\nDa-da-da-da, baby\nPa-da-da-da-da-da\nPa-pa-da-pa-da, yeah\nYeah, yeah\n", "westcoast": "\r\nDown on the West coast, they got a saying\n\"If you're not drinking, then you're not playing\"\nBut you've got the music\nYou've got the music in you, don't you?\nDown on the West coast, I get this feeling like\nIt all could happen, that's why I'm leaving\nYou for the moment, you for the moment\nBoy Blue, yeah, you\n\nYou're falling hard, I push away, I'm feeling hot to the touch\nYou say you miss me and I wanna say I miss you so much\nBut something keeps me really quiet, I'm alive, I'm a lush\nYour love, your love, my love\n\nI can see my baby swinging\nHis Parliament's on fire and his hands are up\nOn the balcony and I'm singing\nOoh baby, ooh baby, I'm in love\nI can see my sweet boy swaying\nHe's crazy y cubano como yo, la-la\nOn the balcony and I'm saying\nMove baby, move baby, I'm in love\nI'm in love (I'm in love)\nI'm in love (I'm in love)\n\n(Mic-check)\n(One, two)\n(Two, two)\n(Get it, girl)\n\nDown on the West coast, they got their icons\nTheir silver starlets, their Queens of Saigons\nAnd you've got the music\nYou've got the music in you, don't you?\nDown on the West coast, they love their movies\nTheir golden gods and Rock 'n' Roll groupies\nAnd you've got the music\nYou've got the music in you, don't you?\n\nYou push it hard, I pull away, I'm feeling hotter than fire\nI guess that no one ever really made me feel that much higher\nTe deseo, cari\u00f1o, boy, it's you I desire\nYour love, your love, my love\n\nI can see my baby swinging\nHis Parliament's on fire and his hands are up\nOn the balcony and I'm singing\nOoh baby, ooh baby, I'm in love\nI can see my sweet boy swaying\nHe's crazy y cubano como yo, la-la\nOn the balcony and I'm saying\nMove baby, move baby, I'm in love\n\nI can see my baby swinging\nHis Parliament's on fire and his hands are up\nOn the balcony and I'm singing\nOoh baby, ooh baby, I'm in love\nI can see my sweet boy swaying\nHe's crazy y cubano como yo, la-la\nOn the balcony and I'm saying\nMove baby, move baby, I'm in love\n\nI'm in love\nI'm in love\n", "sadgirl": "\r\nAh, ah\n\nBeing a mistress on the side (Ah, yeah-ah)\nIt might not appeal to fools like you (Ah)\nCreeping around on the side\nMight not be something you would do\n(Ah, ah)\n\nBut you haven't seen my man (Man)\nYou haven't seen my man (Man, man)\nYou haven't seen my man (Man)\nYou haven't seen him (Whoa-ah)\n\nHe's got the fire and he walks with it\nHe's got the fire and he talks with it\nHis Bonnie on the side, Bonnie on the side\nMakes me a sad, sad girl\nHis money on the side, money on the side\nMakes me a sad, sad girl\n\nI'm a sad girl\nI'm a sad girl\nI'm a sad girl\nI'm a sad girl\nI'm a bad girl\nI'm a bad girl\n\nBeing a bad bitch on the side (Ah, ah)\nMight not appeal to fools like you (Ah, ah)\nCreeping around while he gets high\nIt might not be something you would do (ah)\n\nBut you haven't seen my man (Man)\nYou haven't seen my man (Man, man)\nYou haven't seen my man (Man)\nYou haven't seen him (Whoa-ah)\n\nHe's got the fire and he walks with it\nHe's got the fire and he talks with it\nHis Bonnie on the side, Bonnie on the side\nMakes me a sad, sad girl\nHis money on the side, money on the side\nMakes me a sad, sad girl\n\nI'm a sad girl\nI'm a sad girl\nI'm a sad girl\nI'm a sad girl\nI'm a bad girl\nI'm a bad girl\n\nWatch what you say to me\nCareful who you're talking to\nWatch what you say to me\nCareful who you're talking to\nI'm on fire, baby\nI'm on fire\n\nHe's got the fire and he walks with it\nHe's got the fire and he talks with it\nHis Bonnie on the side, Bonnie on the side\nMakes me a sad, sad girl\nHis money on the side, money on the side\nMakes me a sad, sad girl\n\nI'm a sad girl\nI'm a sad girl\nI'm a sad girl\nI'm a sad girl\nI'm a bad girl\nI'm a bad girl\n\nI'm a sad girl\nI'm a sad girl\nI'm a sad girl\nI'm a sad girl\nI'm a bad girl\nI'm a bad girl\n", "prettywhenyoucry": "\r\nAll the pretty stars shine for you, my love\nAm I that girl that you dream of?\nAll those little times you said that I'm your girl\nYou make me feel like your whole world\n\nI'll wait for you, babe\nThat's all I do, babe\nDon't come through, babe\nYou never do\n\nBecause I'm pretty when I cry\nI'm pretty when I cry\nI'm pretty when I cry\nI'm pretty when I cry\n\nAll those special times I spent with you, my love\nThey don't mean shit compared to all your drugs\nBut I don't really mind, I've got much more than that\nLike my memories, I don't need that\n\nI wait for you, babe\nYou don't come through, babe\nYou never do, babe\nThat's just what you do\n\nBecause I'm pretty when I cry\nI'm pretty when I cry\nI'm pretty when I cry\nI'm pretty when I cry\n\nDon't say you need me when\nYou leave and you leave again\nI'm stronger than all my men\nExcept for you\nDon't say you need me if\nYou know that you're leaving\nI can't do it, I can't do it\nBut you do it well\n\n'Cause I'm pretty when I cry, I'm pretty when I cry\nI'm pretty when I cry, I'm pretty when I cry\nI'm pretty when I cry, I'm pretty when I cry\nI'm pretty when I cry, I'm pretty when I cry\n", "moneypowerglory": "\r\nYou say that you wanna go\nTo a land that's far away\nHow are we supposed to get there\nWith the way that we're living today?\nYou talk lots about God\nFreedom comes from the call\nBut that's not what this bitch wants\nNot what I want at all\n\nI want money, power and glory\nI want money and all your power, all your glory\nHallelujah, I wanna take you for all that you got\nHallelujah, I'm gonna take them for all that they got\n\nBaby\n\nThe sun also rises on those who fail the call\nMy life, it comprises of losses and wins and fails and falls\nBut I can do it if you really, really like that\nI know what you really want, b-baby\nI can do it if you think you'll like that\nYou should run, boy, run\n\nI want money, power and glory\nI want money and all your power, all your glory\nHallelujah, I wanna take you for all that you got\nHallelujah, I'm gonna take them for all that they got\n\nBaby, baby\n\nDope and diamonds\nDope and diamonds\nDiamonds\nDope and diamonds\nDope and diamonds\nThat's all that I am\nDope and diamonds\nDope and diamonds\nDiamonds\nDope and diamonds\nDope and diamonds\nDiamonds\n\nI want money, power and glory\nI want money and all your power, all your glory\nHallelujah, I wanna take you for all that you got\nHallelujah, I'm gonna take them for all that they got\n\nBaby\n", "fuckedmywayuptothetop": "\r\nLife is awesome, I confess\nWhat I do, I do best\nYou got nothing, I got tested\nAnd I passed, yes\n\nLay me down tonight in my linen and curls\nLay me down tonight, Riviera girls\n\nI fucked my way up to the top\nThis is my show\nI fucked my way up to the top\nGo, baby, go\nGo, go, go, go, go\nThis is my show\nGo, go, go, go, go\nThis is my show\n\nI'm a dragon, you're a whore\nDon't even know what you're good for\nMimicking me's a fucking bore\nTo me, but babe\n\nLay me down tonight in my diamonds and pearls\nTell me songs at night 'bout your favorite girl\n\nI fucked my way up to the top\nThis is my show\nI fucked my way up to the top\nGo, baby, go\nGo, go, go, go, go\nThis is my show\nGo, go, go, go, go\nThis is my show\n\nNeed you, baby, like I breathe you, baby\nNeed you, baby, more, more, more, more\nNeed you, baby, like I breathe you, baby\nFucking need you, baby, more, more, more, more\n\nLay me down tonight in my linen and curls\nLay me down tonight, I'm your favorite girl\n\nI fucked my way up to the top\nThis is my show\nI fucked my way up to the top\nGo, baby, go\nGo, go, go, go, go\nThis is my show\nGo, go, go, go, go\nThis is my show\n\nNeed you, baby, like I breathe you, baby\nI need you, baby, more, more, more, more\nNeed you, baby, like I breathe you, baby\nAh, ah\nAh\n", "oldmoney": "\r\nBlue hydrangea, cold cash divine\nCashmere, cologne, and white sunshine\nRed racing cars, Sunset and Vine\nThe kids were young and pretty\n\nWhere have you been? Where did you go?\nThose summer nights seem long ago\nAnd so is the girl you used to call\nThe Queen of New York City\n\nBut if you send for me, you know I'll come\nAnd if you call for me, you know I'll run\nI'll run to you, I'll run to you\nI'll run, run, run\nI'll come to you, I'll come to you\nI'll come, come, come\n\nThe power of youth is on my mind\nSunsets, small town, I'm out of time\nWill you still love me when I shine\nFrom words but not from beauty?\n\nMy father's love was always strong\nMy mother's glamour lives on and on\nYet still inside, I felt alone\nFor reasons unknown to me\n\nBut if you send for me, you know I'll come\nAnd if you call for me, you know I'll run\nI'll run to you, I'll run to you\nI'll run, run, run\nI'll come to you, I'll come to you\nI'll come, come, come\n\nAnd if you call, I'll run, run, run\nIf you change your mind, I'll come, come, come\n\nBlue hydrangea, cold cash divine\nCashmere, cologne, and hot sunshine\nRed racing cars, Sunset and Vine\nAnd we were young and pretty\n", "theotherwoman": "\r\nThe other woman has time to manicure her nails\nThe other woman is perfect where her rival fails\nAnd she's never seen with pin curls in her hair anywhere\n\nThe other woman enchants her clothes with French perfume\nThe other woman keeps fresh cut flowers in each room\nAnd there are never toys that's scattered everywhere\n\nAnd when her old man comes to call\nHe finds her waiting like a lonesome queen\n'Cause to be by her side\nIt's such a change from old routine\nOh, oh, oh, oh, oh\n\nThe other woman will always cry herself to sleep\nThe other woman will never have his love to keep\nAnd as the years go by, the other woman will spend her life alone\nAlone\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nBaby, do, do\nAh, ah, ah, ah\nAh, ah, oh\nOh, oh\nAlone\n", "blackbeauty": "\r\nI paint my nails black\nI dye my hair a darker shade of brown\n'Cause you like your women Spanish\nDark, strong and proud\nI paint the sky black\nYou said if you could have your way\nYou'd make it nighttime all today\nSo it'd suit the mood of your soul\n\nOh, what can I do?\nNothing, my sparrow blue\nOh, what can I do?\nLife is beautiful but you don't have a clue\nSun and ocean blue\nTheir magnificence, it don't make sense to you\n\nBlack beauty, oh oh oh\nBlack beauty, oh oh oh\n\nI paint the house black\nMy wedding dress black leather too\nYou have no room for light\nLove is lost on you\nI keep my lips red\nTo seem like cherries in the spring\nDarling, you can't let everything\nSeem so dark blue\n\nOh, what can I do?\nTo turn you on or get through you\nOh, what can I do?\nLife is beautiful but you don't have a clue\nSun and ocean blue\nTheir magnificence, it don't make sense to you\n\nBlack beauty, oh oh oh\nBlack beauty, oh oh oh\n\nBlack beauty, ah ah\nBlack beauty, ah ah\nBlack beauty, ah ah ah ah\nBlack beauty, baby\nBlack beauty, baby\n\nOh, what can I do?\nLife is beautiful but you don't have a clue\nSun and ocean blue\nTheir magnificence, it don't make sense to you\n\nBlack beauty, oh oh oh\nBlack beauty, oh oh oh\nBlack beauty, oh oh oh\nBlack beauty, oh oh oh\n", "gunsandroses": "\r\nHeavy metal love of mine\nI should have learned to let you stay\nYou didn't want me all the time\nBut you were worth it anyway\n\n'Cause you were so much better\nThan the rest of them\nOut of all the others\nYou were the honest man\n\nHe loved guns and roses\nGuns and roses\nHe loved guns and roses\nHe loved guns\nAnd roses, roses, roses\n\nMotorcycle love divine\nI should have learned to let you play\nI wasn't the marrying kind\nI should have done it anyway\n\nWe should have left Las Vegas\nAnd then began again\nTook your bike to Detroit\nBack to the promised land\n\nHe loved guns and roses\nGuns and roses\nHe loved guns and roses\nHe loved guns\nAnd roses, roses, roses\n\nI can feel it coming in the air tonight\nSee you walking on that blue Pacific\nI can see you bathing in the summer light\nTurning tan and you look terrific\nYou got game boy, game boy\nYou got game boy, game boy\nYou got game boy, game boy\nYou got game\n\nHe loved guns and roses\nGuns and roses\nHe loved guns and roses\nHe loved guns\nAnd roses, roses, roses\nHe loved guns and roses (Oh)\nGuns and roses (Oh)\nHe loved guns and roses (Oh)\nHe loved guns (Oh)\nAnd roses (Roses), roses (Roses), roses\n(Roses)\n\nRoses, roses, roses\n", "floridakilos": "\r\nWhite lines, pretty baby, tattoos\nDon't know what they mean\nThey're special, just for you\nWhite lines, baking powder on the stove\nCooking up a dream, turning diamonds into snow\n\nI feel you, pretty baby, feel me\nTurn it up hot, loving you is free\nI like it down, like it down way low\nBut you already know that\nYou already know\n(Fuck!)\n\nCome on down to Florida\nI got something for ya\nWe could see the kilos or the Keys, baby, oh yeah\nGuns in the summertime\nChic-a-Cherry Cola lime\nPrison isn't nothing to me if you'll be by my side\n\nYayo, yayo, yayo\nAnd all the dope fiends\nYayo, yayo, yayo\n(Fuck!)\n\nSun in my mouth and gold hoops\nYou like your little baby like you like your drinks, cool\nWhite lines, pretty daddy, go skiing\nYou snort it like a champ, like the winter we're not in\n(Fuck!)\n\nCome on down to Florida\nI got something for ya\nWe could see the kilos or the Keys, baby, oh yeah\nGuns in the summertime\nChic-a-Cherry Cola lime\nPrison isn't nothing to me if you'll be by my side\n\nYayo, yayo, yayo\nAnd all the dope fiends\nYayo, yayo, yayo\n\nWe could get high in Miami\nOoh, ooh\nDance the night away\nPeople never die in Miami\nOoh, ooh\nThat's what they all say (Yay)\n\n(You believe me, don't you baby?)\n\nCome on down to Florida\nI got something for ya\nWe could see the kilos or the Keys, baby, oh yeah\nGuns in the summertime\nChic-a-Cherry Cola lime\nPrison don't mean nothing to me if you'll be by my side\n\nYayo, yayo, yayo\nAll the Floridians like\nYayo, yayo, yayo\nAll the Colombians like\nYayo, yayo, yayo\nAnd all my girlfriends\nYayo, yayo, yayo\n\nThat's how we do it, like\nMm-mm, pretty baby\nWhite lines, pretty baby\nGold teeth, pretty baby\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nDance the night away\n", "isthishappiness": "\r\nHigh up in the Hollywood Hills taking violet pills\nWriting all of my songs about my cheap thrills\nYou're a hard man to love and I'm\nA hard woman to keep track of\nYou like to rage, don't do that\nYou want your way, you make me so mad\nGot your gun, I've got my dad\n\nIs this happiness?\nIs this happiness?\nIs this happiness?\nIs this happiness?\n\nHigh up in the Hollywood Hills crushing violet pills\nYou've been trying to write a novel about your cheap thrills\nYou think you're Hunter S. Thompson\nI think you're fucking crazy as the day's long\nMan to man, heart to heart\nI love you but you drive me so far\nWish you well on that star\n\nIs this happiness?\nIs this happiness?\nIs this happiness?\nIs this happiness?\n\nWitch Hazel, Witch Hazel\nBetrayal, betrayal\nOne gun on the table\nHeadshot if you're able\n\nIs this happiness?\nIs this happiness?\nIs this happiness?\nIs this happiness?\n", "flipside": "\r\nAre you gonna hurt me now?\nOr are you gonna hurt me later?\nAre you gonna go to town?\nMaybe you should play it safer\n\nYou've got me all dressed up tonight\nSpringsteen on the radio\nYou've got me all freaked out tonight\nSomething you're telling me, what? I don't know\n\nYou don't wanna break me down\nYou don't wanna say goodbye and\nYou don't wanna turn around\nYou don't wanna make me cry, but\nYou caught me once\nMaybe on the flipside I could catch you again\nYou caught me once\nMaybe on the flipside you could catch me again\n\nDrinks on the patio\n\nAre you gonna tell me now?\nAre you gonna tell me later?\n'Cause if you think that I don't know\nI'm gonna have to say you're crazy\n\nI'm getting all dressed up tonight\nDressed up just to hear you, boy\nI already know what you got in store\nWhy I go? Baby, I don't know\n\n'Cause you don't wanna break me down\nYou don't wanna say goodbye and\nYou don't wanna turn around\nYou don't wanna make me cry, but\nYou caught me once\nMaybe on the flipside I could catch you again\nYou caught me once\nMaybe on the flipside I could catch me again\n\nSo you think you're in charge?\nDo you?\nActing like a big shot\nI'm sure\nSo you think you're in charge?\nDo you?\nYou're acting like a big shot\n\nYou don't wanna break me down\nYou don't wanna say goodbye and\nYou don't wanna turn around\nYou don't wanna make me cry but\nYou caught me once\nMaybe on the flipside I could catch you again\nYou caught me once\nMaybe on the flipside you could catch me again\n", "westcoastradiomix": "\r\nDown on the West Coast, they got a saying\n\"If you're not drinking, then you're not playing\"\nBut you've got the music\nYou've got the music in you, don't you?\nDown on the West Coast, I get this feeling like\nIt all could happen, that's why I'm leaving\nYou for the music, you for the music\nIt's true, it's true\n\nI push it hard, you pull away, I'm feeling hotter than fire\nI'm feeling like there's no one else, brings me higher and higher\nTe deseo, cari\u00f1o, boy it's you I desire\nYour love, your love, your love\n\nI can see my baby swinging\nHis Parliament's on fire and his hands are up\nOn the balcony and I'm singing\nOoh baby, ooh baby, I'm in love\nI can see my sweet boy swaying\nHe's crazy y Cubano como yo, my love\nOn the balcony and I'm saying\nMove baby, move baby, I'm in love\nI'm in love, I'm in love (I'm in love, I'm in love)\n\nDown on the West Coast, they got their icons\nTheir silver starlets, their Queens of Saigons\nBut you've got the music\nYou've got the music in you, don't you?\n\nYou pull me close, I push away... I'm feeling hot to the touch\nYou say you miss me and I wanna say I miss you so much\nBut something keeps me really quiet\nI'm alive, I'm a lush\nHold me close you say, hush baby hush\n\nI can see my baby swinging\nHis Parliament's on fire and his hands are up\nOn the balcony and I'm singing\nOoh baby, ooh baby, I'm in love\nI can see my sweet boy swaying\nHe's crazy y Cubano como yo, my love\nOn the balcony and I'm saying\nMove baby, move baby, I'm in love\n\nI can see my baby swinging\nHis Parliament's on fire and his hands are up\nOn the balcony and I'm singing\nOoh baby, ooh baby, I'm in love\nI can see my sweet boy swaying\nHe's crazy y Cubano como yo, my love\nOn the balcony and I'm saying\nMove baby, move baby, I'm in love\n\nI'm in love\nI'm in love\nI'm in love\n", "honeymoon": "\r\nWe both know that it's not fashionable to love me\nBut you don't go 'cause, truly, there's nobody for you but me\nWe could cruise to the blues\nWilshire Boulevard, if we choose\nOr whatever you wanna do\nWe make the rules\n\nOur honeymoon\nOur honeymoon\nOur honeymoon\n\nSay you want me too\nSay you want me too\nDark blue\nDark blue\n\nWe both know the history of violence that surrounds you\nBut I'm not scared, there's nothing to lose now that I've found you\nAnd we could cruise to the news\nPico Boulevard in your used\nLittle bullet car if we choose\n\nMr. Born-To-Lose\n\nOur honeymoon\nOur honeymoon\nOur honeymoon\n\nSay you want me too\nSay you want me too\nDark blue\nDark blue\n\nThere are violets in your eyes\nThere are guns that blaze around you\nThere are roses in between my thighs and fire that surrounds you\nIt's no wonder every man in town had neither fought nor found you\n\nEverything you do is elusive, too, even your honey dew\n\nOur honeymoon\nOur honeymoon\nOur honeymoon\n\nDreaming away your life\nDreaming away your life\nDreaming away your life\n\nDreaming away your life\nDreaming away your life\nDreaming away your life\n", "musictowatchboysto": "\r\n(I like you a lot)\nPutting on my music while I'm watching the boys\n(So I do what you want)\nSinging soft grunge just to soak up the noise\n(With ribbons in knots)\nPlay 'em like guitars, only one of my toys\n('Cause I like you a lot)\nNo holds barred, I was sent to destroy, yeah\n\nPink flamingos\nAlways fascinated me\nI know what only the girls know\nHoes with lies akin to me\n\nI, I see you're going\nSo I play my music, watch you leave\n\n(I like you a lot)\nPutting on my music while I'm watching the boys\n(So I do what you want)\nSinging soft grunge just to soak up the noise\n(With ribbons in knots)\nPlay 'em like guitars, only one of my toys\n('Cause I like you a lot)\nNo holds barred, I was sent to destroy, yeah\n\nVelveteen and living single\nIt never felt that right to me\nI know what only the girls know\nLies can buy eternity\n\nI, I see you leaving\nSo I push record and watch you leave\n\n(I like you a lot)\nPutting on my music while I'm watching the boys\n(So I do what you want)\nSinging soft grunge just to soak up the noise\n(With ribbons in knots)\nPlay 'em like guitars, only one of my toys\n('Cause I like you a lot)\nNo holds barred, I was sent to destroy, yeah\n\nI live to love you\nAnd I love to love you\nAnd I live to love you, boy\nI live to love you\nAnd I love to love you\nAnd I live to love you, boy\nNothing gold can stay\nLike love or lemonade\nOr sun or summer days\nIt's all a game to me anyway\n\n(I like you a lot)\nPutting on my music while I'm watching the boys\n(So I do what you want)\nSinging soft grunge just to soak up the noise\n(With ribbons in knots)\nPlay 'em like guitars, only one of my toys\n('Cause I like you a lot)\nNo holds barred, I was sent to destroy, yeah\n\nPutting on my music while I'm watching the boys\nPutting on my music while I'm watching the boys\n", "terrencelovesyou": "\r\nYou are what you are\nI don't matter to anyone\nBut Hollywood legends\nWill never grow old\nAnd all of what's hidden\nWell, it will never grow cold\n\nBut I lost myself when I lost you\nBut I still got jazz when I've got those blues\nAnd I lost myself when I lost you\nAnd I still get trashed, darling, when I hear your tunes\n\nBut you are who you are\nI won't change you for anything\nFor when you are crazy\nI'll let you be bad\nI'll never dare change thee\nTo what you are not\n\nBut I lost myself when I lost you\nBut I still got jazz when I've got those blues\nI lost myself and I lost you too\nAnd I still get trashed, baby, when I hear your tunes\n\nI put the radio on, hold you tight in my mind\nIsn't strange that you're not here with me\nI'm putting all the lights on and the television\nTrying to transmit, can you hear me?\nGround control to Major Tom\nCan you hear me all night long?\nGround control to Major Tom\n\nWell, I lost myself when I lost you\nBut I still got jazz when I've got the blues\nI lost myself and I lost you too\nAnd I still get trashed, honey, when I hear your tunes\n", "godknowsitried": "\r\nSometimes, I wake up in the morning\nTo red, blue, and yellow skies\nIt's so crazy, I could drink it like tequila sunrise\n\nPut on that Hotel California\nDance around like I'm insane\nI feel free when I see no one\nAnd nobody knows my name\n\nGod knows I lived, God knows I died\nGod knows I begged\nBegged, borrowed, and cried\nGod knows I loved, God knows I lied\nGod knows I lost, God gave me life\nAnd God knows I tried\nGod knows I tried, God knows I tried, God knows I tried\n\nSometimes, I wake up in the morning\nTo red, blue, and yellow lights\nOn Monday they destroy me\nBut by Friday I'm revived\n\nPut on that Hotel California\nWear my blinders in the rain\nI've got nothing much to live for\nEver since I found my fame\n\nGod knows I lived, God knows I died\nGod knows I loved, God knows I lied\nGod knows I begged\nBegged, borrowed, and cried\nGod knows I lost, God gave me life\nAnd God knows I tried\nGod knows I tried, God knows I tried, God knows I tried\n\nSo let there be light\nLet there be light\nLight up my life, light up my life\nLet there be light, let there be light\nLight up my life, light up my life\n\nAnd God knows I tried, God knows I tried\nGod knows I tried, God knows I tried\nGod knows I tried, God knows I tried\nGod knows I tried, God knows I tried\n", "highbythebeach": "\r\nHigh-igh-igh-igh\nHigh-igh-igh-igh\n\nBoy, look at you, looking at me\nI know you know how I feel\nLoving you is hard, being here's harder\nYou take the wheel\nI don't wanna do this anymore\nIt's so surreal\nI can't survive\nIf this is all that's real\n\nAll I wanna do is get high by the beach\nGet high by the beach, get high\nAll I wanna do is get by by the beach\nGet by, baby, baby, bye bye\nThe truth is I never bought into your bullshit\nWhen you would pay tribute to me 'cause I know that\nAll I wanted to do was get high by the beach\nGet high, baby, baby, bye bye\n\nBoy, look at you, looking at me\nI know you don't understand\nYou could be a bad motherfucker\nBut that don't make you a man\nNow you're just another one of my problems\nBecause you got out of hand\nWe won't survive\nWe're sinking into the sand\n\nAll I wanna do is get high by the beach\nGet high by the beach, get high\nAll I wanna do is get by by the beach\nGet by baby, baby, bye bye\nThe truth is I never bought into your bullshit\nWhen you would pay tribute to me 'cause I know that\nAll I wanted to do was get high by the beach\nGet high, baby, baby, bye bye\n\nLights, camera, acci\u00f3n\nI'll do it on my own\nDon't need your money, money\nTo get me what I want\nLights, camera, acci\u00f3n\nI'll do it on my own\nDon't need your money, money\nTo get me what I want\n\nAll I wanna do is get high by the beach\nGet high by the beach, get high\nAll I wanna do is get by by the beach\nGet by baby, baby, bye bye\nThe truth is I never bought into your bullshit\nWhen you would pay tribute to me 'cause I know that\nAll I wanted to do was get high by the beach\nGet high, baby, baby, bye bye\n\nHigh-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh\nHigh-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh\nHigh-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh\nHigh-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh\n\nAnyone can start again\nNot through love, but through revenge\nThrough the fire, we're born again\nPeace by vengeance, brings the end\n(High-igh-igh-igh)\n", "freak": "\r\nFlames so hot that they turn blue\nPalms reflecting in your eyes, like an endless summer\nThat's the way I feel for you\nIf time stood still, I'd take this moment, make it last forever\n\nYour halo's full of fire\nI'm rising up, rising up\nMy hot love's full of fire\nLove's full of fire\nLa, ah\n\nBaby, if you wanna leave, come to California\nBe a freak like me, too\nScrew your anonymity, loving me is all you need\nTo feel like I do\nWe could slow dance to rock music, kiss while we do it\nTalk 'til we both turn blue\nBaby, if you wanna leave, come to California\nBe a freak like me, too\n\nLeather black and eyes of blue (blue, blue, blue)\nSun reflecting in your eyes, like an easy rider\nLife makes sense when I'm with you\nLooking back, my past\nIt all seems stranger than a stranger\n\nSo let's dance in slow motion\nTear it up, tear it up\nLet's dance by the ocean\nAh, ah\n\nBaby, if you wanna leave, come to California\nBe a freak like me, too\nScrew your anonymity, loving me is all you need\nTo feel like I do\nWe could slow dance to rock music, kiss while we do it\nTalk 'til we both turn blue\nBaby, if you wanna leave, come to California\nBe a freak like me, too\n\nOoh-ooh\nYou're cold as ice, baby\nBut when you're nice, baby\nYou're so amazing in every way\nOoh-ooh\nYou're cold as ice, baby\nI don't wanna fight, baby\nIt's like I told you\nIf you stay, I'll stay (yeah)\n\nBaby, if you wanna leave, come to California\nBe a freak like me, too\n(Take it to the back if you really wanna talk)\nScrew your anonymity, loving me is all you need\nTo feel like I do\n(Take it to the back if you really wanna talk)\nWe could slow dance to rock music, kiss while we do it\nTalk 'til we both turn blue\nBaby, if you wanna leave, come to California\nBe a freak like me, too\n", "artdeco": "\r\nClub queen on the downtown scene\nProwling around at night\nYou're not mean, you're just born to be seen\nBorn to be wild\nA little party never hurt no one, that's why it's alright\nYou want in but you just can't win\nSo you hang in the lights\n\nYou're so Art Deco, out on the floor\nShining like gunmetal, cold and unsure\nBaby, you're so ghetto, you're looking to score\nWhen they all say hello, you try to ignore them\n\n'Cause you want more (Why?)\nYou want more (Why?)\nYou want more (Why?)\n'Cause you want more\n\nYoung thing on the downtown scene\nRolling around at night\nGot things that have yet to be seen\nLike your rapper's delight\nA little party never hurt no one, that's why it's alright\nYou want in, but you just can't win\nSo you stay in the lights\n\nYou're so Art Deco, out on the floor\nShining like gunmetal, cold and unsure\nBaby, you're so ghetto, you're looking to score\nWhen they all say hello, you try to ignore them\n\n'Cause you want more (Why?)\nYou want more (Why?)\nYou want more (Why?)\n'Cause you want more\n\nA little party never hurt no one\nSo we stay out late\nA little party never hurt no one\nThat's what your friends say\nYou put your life out on the line\nYou're crazy all the time\nPut your life out on the line\nYou're crazy all the time\n\nYou're so Art Deco, out on the floor\nShining like gunmetal, cold and unsure\nBaby, you're so ghetto, you're looking to score\nWhen they all say hello, you try to ignore them\n\n'Cause you want more (Why?)\nYou want more (Why?)\nYou want more (Why?)\n'Cause you want more\n\nA little party never hurt no one\nNot you and me\nA little party never hurt no one\nWe were born to be free\n", "burntnortoninterlude": "\r\nTime present and time past\nAre both perhaps present in time future\nAnd time future contained in time past\nIf all time is eternally present\nAll time is unredeemable\nWhat might have been is an abstraction\nRemaining a perpetual possibility\nOnly in a world of speculation\nWhat might have been and what has been\nPoint to one end, which is always present\nFootfalls echo in the memory\nDown the passage which we did not take\nTowards the door we never opened\nInto the rose-garden\n", "religion": "\r\nEverything is fine now\nLet sleeping dogs lay\nAll our minds made up now\nAll our beds are made\nNo one's out of time, no\nChips fall wherever they may\nLeave it all behind\nLet the ocean wash away\n\nIt never was about the money or the drugs\nFor you, there's only love\nFor you, there's only love\nIt never was about the party or the clubs\nFor you, there's only love\n\n'Cause you're my religion, you're how I'm living\nWhen all my friends say I should take some space\nWell, I can't envision that for a minute\nWhen I'm down on my knees, you're how I pray\n\nHallelujah, I need your love\nHallelujah, I need your love\n\nEverything is bright now\nNo more cloudy days\nEven when the storms come\nIn thee, I will stay\nNo need to survive now\nAll we do is play\nAll I hear is music\nLike Lay Lady Lay\n\nIt never was about the money or the drugs\nWith you, there's only love\nWith you, there's only love\nIt never was about the party or the clubs\nFor you, there's only love\n\n'Cause you're my religion, you're how I'm living\nWhen all my friends say I should take some space\nWell, I can't envision that for a minute\nWhen I'm down on my knees, you're how I pray\n\nHallelujah, I need your love\nHallelujah, I need your love\n\nYou're my religion, you're how I'm living\nWhen all my friends say I should take some space\nWell, I can't envision that for a minute\nWhen I'm down on my knees, you're how I pray\n\nHallelujah, I need your love\nHallelujah, I need your love\n", "salvatore": "\r\nAll the lights in Miami begin to gleam\nRuby, blue and green, neon too\nEverything looks better from above, my king\nLike aquamarine, ocean's blue\n\nAh-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah\nCacciatore\nLa-da-da-da-da, la-da-da-da-da\nLimousines\nAh-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah\nCiao, amore\nLa-da-da-da-da, la-da-da-da-da\nSoft ice cream\n\nAll the lights are sparkling for you it seems\nOn the downtown scenes, shady blue\nBeatboxing and rapping in the summer rain\nLike a boss, you sang jazz and blues\n\nAh-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah\nCacciatore\nLa-da-da-da-da, la-da-da-da-da\nLimousines\nAh-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah\nCiao, amore\nLa-da-da-da-da, la-da-da-da-da\nSoft ice creams\n\nThe summer's wild and I've been waiting for you all this time\nI adore you, can't you see you're meant for me?\nThe summer's hot but I've been cold without you\nI was so wrong not to doubt your Medell\u00edn, tangerine dreams\n\nCatch me if you can, working on my tan\nSalvatore\nDying by the hand of a foreign man happily\nCalling out my name in the summer rain\nCiao, amore\nSalvatore can wait\nNow it's time to eat soft ice cream\n\nAh-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah\nCacciatore\nAh-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah\nLimousines\nAh-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah\nCiao amore\nAh-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah\nSoft ice cream\n", "theblackestday": "\r\nCarry me home, got my blue nail polish on\nIt's my favorite color and my favorite tone of song\n\"I don't really wanna break up, we got it going on\"\nIt's what you gathered from my talk, but you were wrong\n\nIt's not easy for me to talk about\nI have heavy heartstrings\nI'm not simple, it's trigonometry\nIt's hard to express\nI can't explain\n\nEver since my baby went away\nIt's been the blackest day\nIt's been the blackest day\nAll I hear is Billie Holiday\nIt's all that I play\nIt's all that I play\n\nBecause I'm going deeper and deeper (Deeper)\nHarder and harder (Harder)\nGetting darker and darker\nLooking for love\nIn all the wrong places\nOh, my God\nIn all the wrong places\nOh, my God\n\nCarry me home, got my new coat and my gun\nWind in my hair, holding your hand, listening to our song\nCarry me home, don't wanna talk about the things to come\nJust put your hands up in the air, the radio on\n\n'Cause there's nothing for us to talk about\nLike the future and those things\n'Cause there's nothing for me to think about\nNow that he's gone, I can't feel nothing\n\nEver since my baby went away\nIt's been the blackest day\nIt's been the blackest day\nAll I hear is Billie Holiday\nIt's all that I play\nIt's all that I play\n\nBecause I'm going deeper and deeper (Deeper)\nHarder and harder (Harder)\nGetting darker and darker\nLooking for love\nIn all the wrong places\nOh, my God\nIn all the wrong places\nOh, my God\n\nYou should've known better\nThan to have, to let her\nGet you under her spell of the weather\nI got you where I want you\nYou're deader than ever\nAnd falling for forever\nI'm playing head games with you\nGot you where I want you\nI got you, I got you\nI got you where I want you now\n\nEver since my baby went away\nIt's been the blackest day\nIt's been the blackest day\nAnd all I hear is Billie Holiday\nIt's all that I play\nIt's all that I play\n\nIt's not one of those phases I'm going through\nOr just a song, it's not one of them\nI'm on my own\nOn my own\nOn my own again\nI'm on my own again\nI'm on my own again\nI'm on my own again\nI'm on my own again\n", "24": "\r\nThere's only 24 hours in a day\nAnd half as many ways for you to lie to me, my little love\nThere's only 24 hours in a day\nAnd half of those, you lay awake\nWith thoughts of murder and carnage\n\nIf you lie down with dogs, then you'll get fleas\nBe careful of the company you keep\n\nThere's only 24 hours\nAnd that's not enough\nTo lie like you lie\nOr love like you love\n\nThere's only 24 hours in a day\nAnd half of those you lay\nBetween the sheets with me, my lying love\nThere's only 24 hours, so you'd say\nFor most of them you pay\nFor all the things they paid you for, my love\n\nIf you lie down with dogs, then you'll get fleas\nBe careful of the ones you choose to leave\n\nThere's only 24 hours\nAnd that's not enough\nTo lie like you lie\nOr love like you love\n\nGive me your heat\nGive me your diamonds\nYou hit that street\nAnd my crooked words\nYou count to three\nWhile they're all dying\nYou're hard to reach\nYou're cold to touch\n", "swansong": "\r\nPut your white tennis shoes on and follow me\nWhy work so hard when you could just be free?\nYou got your money now, you got your legacy\nLet's leave the world for the ones who change everything\n\nNothing could stop\nThe two of us\nLet's just get lost\nThat's what we want\n\nAnd I will never sing again\nAnd you won't work another day\nI will never sing again\nWith just one wave, it goes away\nIt will be our swan song\nIt will be our swan song\nBe our swan song\nIt will be our swan song\n\nDive in, dive deep and dive blue, my sweet\nRushing up from the water where the ice meets\nAnd you've been gone so long, you missed everything\nThe world can change in a day if you go away\n\nBut nothing could stop\nThe two of us\nIf that's what we want\nWe could just get lost\n\nAnd I will never sing again\nAnd you won't work another day\nI will never sing again\nWith just one wave, it goes away\nIt will be our swan song\nIt will be our swan song\nBe our swan song\nIt will be our swan song\n\nDo you like?\nDo you like where you've been and where you're going to?\n(Going to)\nSay goodnight\nSay goodnight to the life and the world you knew\nI'm gonna follow you\n\nAnd I will never sing again\nAnd you won't work another day\nAnd I will never sing again\nYou won't work another day\nIt will be our swan song\nIt will be our swan song\nBe our swan song\nIt will be our swan song\n\nPut your white tennis shoes on and follow me\nPut your white tennis shoes on and follow me\nPut your white tennis shoes on and follow me\nWhy you work so hard when you could just be free?\n", "dontletmebemisunderstood": "\r\nBaby, you understand me now?\nIf sometimes you see that I'm mad\nDon't you know no one alive can always be an angel?\nWhen everything goes wrong, you see some bad\n\nBut I'm just a soul whose intentions are good\nOh Lord, please, don't let me be misunderstood\n\nYou know sometimes, baby, I'm so carefree\nWith a joy that's hard to hide\nAnd then sometimes, again, it seems that all I have is worry\nAnd then you're bound to see my other side\n\nBut I'm just a soul whose intentions are good\nOh Lord, please, don't let me be misunderstood\n\nIf I seem edgy\nI want you to know\nI never meant to take it out on all you\nLife has its problems\nAnd I get more than my share\nBut that's one thing I never mean to do\n\n'Cause I love you\nOh baby, I'm just human\nDon't you know I have faults like anyone?\nSometimes I find myself alone, regretting\nSome little foolish thing\nSome simple thing that I've done\n\n'Cause I'm just a soul whose intentions are good\nOh Lord, please, don't let me be misunderstood\nI try so hard, don't let me be misunderstood\nI try so hard, don't let me be misunderstood\n", "love": "\r\nLook at you, kids, with your vintage music\nComing through satellites while cruising\nYou're part of the past, but now you're the future\nSignals crossing can get confusing\n\nIt's enough just to make you feel crazy, crazy, crazy\nSometimes it's enough just to make you feel crazy\n\nYou get ready, you get all dressed up\nTo go nowhere in particular\nBack to work or the coffee shop\nDoesn't matter 'cause it's enough\nTo be young and in love, ah, ah\nTo be young and in love, ah, ah\n\nLook at you, kids, you know you're the coolest\nThe world is yours and you can't refuse it\nSeen so much, you could get the blues, but\nThat don't mean that you should abuse it\n\nThough it's enough just to make you go crazy, crazy, crazy\nI know, it's enough just to make you go crazy, crazy, crazy\n\nBut you get ready, you get all dressed up\nTo go nowhere in particular\nBack to work or the coffee shop\nIt don't matter because it's enough\nTo be young and in love, ah, ah\nTo be young and in love, ah, ah\n\nHmm (Ah, ah)\nHmm (Ah, ah, ah, ah)\nHmm\nDon't worry, baby\nHmm (Ah, ah)\nHmm (Ah, ah, ah, ah)\nHmm\nDon't worry, baby\n\nAnd it's enough just to make me go crazy, crazy, crazy\nIt's enough just to make me go crazy, crazy, crazy\n\nI get ready, I get all dressed up\nTo go nowhere in particular\nIt doesn't matter if I'm not enough\nFor the future or the things to come\n'Cause I'm young and in love, ah, ah\nI'm young and in love, ah, ah, ah, ah\n\nHmm (Ah, ah)\nHmm (Ah, ah, ah, ah)\nHmm\nDon't worry, baby\nHmm (Ah, ah)\nHmm (Ah, ah, ah, ah)\nHmm\nDon't worry, baby\n", "lustforlife": "\r\nClimb up the H of the Hollywood sign (Yeah)\nIn these stolen moments, the world is mine (Doo-wop, doo-wop)\nThere's nobody here, just us together (Sha-doop, sha-doop)\nKeeping me hot like July forever\n'Cause we're the masters of our own fate\nWe're the captains of our own souls\nThere's no way for us to come late\n'Cause boy, we're gold, boy, we're gold\nAnd I was like\n\nTake off, take off, take off all your clothes\nTake off, take off, take off all your clothes\nTake off, take off, take off all of your clothes\nThey say only the good die young\nThat just ain't right\n'Cause we're having too much fun\nToo much fun tonight (Yeah)\n\nAnd a lust for life, and a lust for life\nAnd a lust for life, and a lust for life\nKeeps us alive, keeps us alive\nKeeps us alive, keeps us alive\nAnd a lust for life, and a lust for life\nAnd a lust for life, and a lust for life\nKeeps us alive, keeps us alive\nKeeps us alive, keeps us alive\n\n(Then) We dance on the H of the Hollywood sign (Yeah)\n'Til we run out of breath, gotta dance 'til we die (Doo-wop, doo-wop)\nMy boyfriend's back and he's cooler than ever (Sha-doop, sha-doop)\nThere's no more night, blue skies forever\n'Cause we're the masters of our own fate\nWe're the captains of our own souls\nSo there's no need for us to hesitate\nWe're all alone, let's take control\nAnd I was like\n\nTake off, take off, take off all your clothes\nTake off, take off, take off all your clothes\nTake off, take off, take off all of your clothes\nThey say only the good die young\nThat just ain't right\n'Cause we're having too much fun\nToo much fun tonight (Yeah)\n\nAnd a lust for life, and a lust for life\nAnd a lust for life, and a lust for life\nKeeps us alive, keeps us alive\nKeeps us alive, keeps us alive\nAnd a lust for life, and a lust for life\nAnd a lust for life, and a lust for life\nKeeps us alive, keeps us alive\nKeeps us alive, keeps us alive (Oh)\n\nMy boyfriend's back and he's cooler than ever\nThere's no more night, blue skies forever\nI told you twice in our love letter\nThere's no stopping now, green lights forever\nAnd I was like\n\nTake off, take off, take off all your clothes\nTake off, take off, take off all your clothes\nTake off, take off, take off all of your clothes\n\nAnd a lust for life, and a lust for life\nAnd a lust for life, and a lust for life\nKeeps us alive, keeps us alive\nKeeps us alive, keeps us alive\nAnd a lust for life, and a lust for life\nAnd a lust for life, and a lust for life\nKeeps us alive, keeps us alive\nKeeps us alive, keeps us alive (Oh)\n", "13beaches": "\r\nI don't belong in the world\nThat's what it is\nSomething separates me from other people\nEverywhere I turn\nThere's something blocking my escape\n\nIt took thirteen beaches to find one empty\nBut finally it's mine\nWith dripping peaches\nI'm camera ready\nAlmost all the time\n\nBut I still get lonely\nAnd baby only then\nDo I let myself recline?\nCan I let go?\nAnd let your memory dance\nIn the ballroom of my mind\nAcross the county line\n\nIt hurts to love you\nBut I still love you\nIt's just the way I feel\nAnd I'd be lying\nIf I kept hiding\nThe fact that I can't deal\nAnd that I've been dying\nFor something real\nThat I've been dying\nFor something real\n\nIt took thirteen beaches to find one empty\nBut finally I'm fine\nPast Ventura\nAnd lenses plenty\nIn the white sunshine\n\nBut you still can find me\nIf you ask nicely\nUnderneath the pines\nWith the daisies\nFeeling hazy\nIn the ballroom of my mind\nAcross the county line\n\nIt hurts to love you\nBut I still love you\nIt's just the way I feel\nAnd I'd be lying\nIf I kept hiding\nThe fact that I can't deal\nAnd that I've been dying\nFor something real\nThat I've been dying\nFor something real\n\nIt hurts to love you\nBut I still love you\nIt's just the way I feel\nAnd I'd be lying\nIf I kept hiding\nThe fact that I can't deal\nThe fact that I can't deal\n", "cherry": "\r\nLove (Yeah), I said real love is like feeling no fear\nWhen you're standing in the face of danger (Hey)\n'Cause you just want it so much\nA touch (Yeah) from your real love\nIs like heaven taking the place of something evil (Hey)\nAnd letting it burn off from the rush, yeah, yeah (Fuck)\n\nDarling, darling, darling\nI fall to pieces when I'm with you\nI fall to pieces\nMy cherries (Hey) and wine, rosemary and thyme\nAnd all of my peaches are ruined\n\nLove (Yeah), is it real love?\nIt's like smiling when the firing squad's against ya (Hey)\nAnd you just stay lined up, yeah (Fuck)\n\nDarling, darling, darling\nI fall to pieces when I'm with you\nI fall to pieces (Bitch)\nMy cherries (Hey) and wine, rosemary and thyme\nAnd all of my peaches (Can I get a fucking hallelujah?)\nAre ruined (Bitch) (Looking at me like a magazine)\n\nMy rose garden dreams (Can I get a fucking hallelujah?)\nSet on fire by fiends (Sipping on ya like a Coca-Cola)\nAnd all my black beaches (Can I get a fucking hallelujah?)\nAre ruined (Looking at me like a magazine)\nMy celluloid scenes (Can I get a fucking hallelujah?)\nAre torn at the seams (Sipping on ya like a Coca-Cola, yeah)\nAnd I fall to pieces (Bitch)\n(Yeah) I fall to pieces when I'm with you\n\n(Why?) 'Cause I love you so much (Hey)\nI fall to pieces\nMy cherries and wine, rosemary and thyme (Yeah)\nAnd all of my peaches are ruined (Bitch)\nAre ruined (Bitch), are ruined (Fuck)\n", "whitemustang": "\r\nPacking all my things for the summer\nLying on my bed, it's a bummer\n'Cause I didn't call when I got your number\nBut I liked you a lot\nSlipping on my dress in soft filters\nEverybody said you're a killer\nBut I couldn't stop the way I was feeling\nThe day your record dropped\n\nThe day I saw your white Mustang\nYour white Mustang\nThe day I saw your white Mustang\nYour white Mustang\n\nCaught up in my dreams and forgetting\nI've been acting like Armageddon 'cause you\nHeld me in your arms just a little too tight\nThat's what I thought\nSummer's meant for loving and leaving\nI was such a fool for believing that you\nCould change all the ways you've been living\nBut you just couldn't stop\n\nThe day I saw your white Mustang\nYour white Mustang\nThe day I saw your white Mustang\nYour white Mustang\n\nYou're revving and revving and revving it up\nAnd the sound, it was frightening\nAnd you were getting a part of that\nYou're gonna hit me like lightning\n\nWhite Mustang\nYour white Mustang\nThe day I saw your white Mustang\nSaid, you're a wild mustang\n\nYou're gonna hit me like lightning\nYou're gonna hit me like lightning\n", "summerbummer": "\r\nIt's never too late\nTo be who you wanna be\n(Swimming in my safe)\nTo say what you wanna say\n(Tattoo on my face), (Swimming in my safe)\n(Tattoo on my face), (Swimming in my safe)\nAnd it's never too late\nTo leave if you wanna leave (Better not)\nOr to stay if you wanna stay\nBut, baby (Yeah)\nI got a feeling in my bones\n(Tattoo on my face), (Swimming in my safe)\nCan't get you out of my veins (Yeah, yeah)\nYou can't escape my affection (Yeah, yeah)\nWrap you up in my daisy chains (What? What? What? What?)\n\nHip-hop in the summer (What? What? What?)\nDon't be a bummer, babe (What? What? Yeah?)\nBe my undercover lover, babe, hmm\n(What? What? What? What? What? What? Yeah\nWhat? What? What?)\nHigh tops in the summer (Summer, what? What? What?)\nDon't be a bummer, babe (Summer, what? What? What?)\nBe my undercover lover, babe, hmm (What? What? What? What? What?)\n\nUh, her sophistication makes you wanna quit the bitch you dating\nLet's skip the games, let's quit the playing\nBoo, let's get acquainted (What?)\nNotifications sync in place even when we're on vacation (Yeah)\nI knew she'd notice like I missed the payment, dang it (What? Ooh)\nBut bang it like my fingers (Ooh, what?)\nShe pray to God I made it (What?)\nBut banking like my Franklins (Yeah)\nMy neighbors stopped the hating (Yeah)\nWhat? (What? They been at it, check it out)\nHuh? (We been out here, yeah)\nSlide inside it (What?)\nDiddy Bopping (What?)\nMilly Rocking (What? What?)\nShe just might become my lover for real (Yeah that's girl; For real, for real)\nI might fuck with her all summer for real (For real, for real)\nThey better not holla if I cuff her for real (For real, for real)\nNiggas better run for cover for real\nGoing bell how I feel, close the deal, pop a seal\nTake the whip, two pills on the lips on the real (For real, for real)\nTruthfully, between you and me, I'm usually single\nWhen it's hot outside this, I ride through any hood with the top out\nHop out\n\nHip-hop in the summer (What? What? What?)\nDon't be a bummer, babe (What? What? Yeah?)\nBe my undercover lover, babe, hmm\n(What? What? What? What? What? What? Yeah\nWhat? What? What?)\nHigh tops in the summer (Summer, what? What? What?)\nDon't be a bummer, babe (Summer, what? What? What?)\nBe my undercover lover, babe, hmm (What? What? What? What? What?)\n\nWhite lies and black beaches\nMiles in between us\nIs this love or lust or some game on repeat?\nIt's like making me crazy\nTell me, \"have patience\"\nBaby, I need this\nWhite lines and black beaches\nWhite lies and black beaches\nAnd blood red sangrias\nWe traveled for weeks, just to escape your demons\nBut you've got your reasons\nIn making me crazy\nBut you've got your reasons\nWhite lights and black beaches\n\nHigh tops in the summer (Top out, hop out, hop out)\nDon't be a bummer, babe (Top out, hop out, hop out)\nDon't be a bummer (Top out, hop out, hop out)\nDon't be a bummer (Babe)\n\nHip-hop in the summer (What? What? What?)\nDon't be a bummer, babe (What? What? Yeah?)\nBe my undercover lover, babe, hmm\n(What? What? What? What? What? What? Yeah\nWhat? What? What?)\nHigh tops in the summer (Summer, what? What? What?)\nDon't be a bummer, babe (Summer, what? What? What?)\nBe my undercover lover, babe (What? What? What? What? What?)\n\nDon't be a bummer, babe\nOoh oh, ooh oh\nOoh oh, ooh oh\n", "groupielove": "\r\nYou're in the bar, playing guitar\nI'm trying not to let the crowd next to me\nIt's so hard sometimes with a star\nWhen you have to share him with everybody\nYou're in the club, living it up\nI'm trying not to let the crowd notice me\nIt's so sweet, swinging to the beat\nWhen I know that you're doing it all for me\n\nAnd every time you look up\nI know what you're thinking of\nI know what you're thinking of\n\nYou want my\nGroupie love\nGroupie love\nGroupie love\n\nTime after time, writing my lines\nHaving my baby there next to me\nIt's so sweet, pouring you a drink\nAnd pretending that nothing means anything\nThis is my life, you by my side\nKey lime and perfume and festivals\nTaking our dreams, turning them to things\nIt's like magic, babe, isn't life wonderful?\n\nAnd every time we hook up\nI know what you're thinking of\nI know what you're thinking of\n\nYou want my\nGroupie love\nGroupie love\nGroupie love\n\nFront row, every show like a hype man\nSing along, word for word, watching my bae\nSide stage, fans screaming causing migraines\nYamborghini-high, but she ain't on my grade\nGod dang, got a nigga acting irate\nMy babe, my babe, stay on my brain\nMy babe, made me sing to a fire escape\nCity girl, but she grew up in the tri-state\nShe ain't got no time for no groupie love\nWe don't pay no minds to the thug with a-\nLove girls, you and I, so who do we trust?\nYou and I 'til the day we die\n\nGroupie love\nGroupie love\nGroupie love\nYou are my babe\nGroupie love\nGroupie love\nGroupie love\nGroupie love\n", "inmyfeelings": "\r\nI'm smoking while I'm running on my treadmill\nBut I'm coming up roses\nCould it be that I fell for another loser?\nI'm crying while I'm cumming\nMaking love while I'm making good money\nSobbing in my cup of coffee\n'Cause I fell for another loser\n\nGet that cigarette smoke out of my face\nYou've been wasting my time\nWhile you're taking what's mine with the things that you're doing\nTalk that talk, well, now they all know your name\nAnd there's no coming back from the place that you came\nBaby, don't do it\n\n'Cause you got me in my feelings\n(Got me feeling so much right now)\nTalking in my sleep again\n(I'm making no sense at all)\nTalking while I'm screaming\n(Got me feeling so crazy right now)\nWho's doper than this bitch? Who's freer than me?\nYou wanna make the switch? Be my guest, baby\nI'm feeling all my fucking feelings\n\nI'm smoking while I'm running\nThis town and you better believe it, honey\nI'm laughing as I'm taking no prisoners\nAnd taking down names\nI'm crying while I'm gunning\nIn the smoke they can hear me coming\nIf you were me, and I was you\nI'd get out of my way\n\nGet that cigarette smoke out of my face\nYou've been wasting my time while you're taking what's mine\nWell, you know what you're doing\nTalk that talk, well, now they all know your name\nAnd there's no coming back from the place that you came\nBaby, don't do it\n\n'Cause you got me in my feelings\n(Got me feeling so much right now)\nTalking in my sleep again\n(I'm making no sense at all)\nTalking while I'm screaming\n(Got me feeling so crazy right now)\nWho's doper than this bitch? Who's freer than me?\nYou wanna make the switch? Be my guest, baby\nI'm feeling all my fucking feelings\n\nGot me up in this place right now\nMaking no sense at all\nGot me up in this place right now, against the wall\nGot me feeling so blue\nMaking no sense at all\nGotta leave right now\n\n'Cause you got me in my feelings\n(Got me feeling so much right now)\nTalking in my sleep again\n(I'm making no sense at all)\nTalking while I'm screaming\n(Got me feeling so crazy right now)\nWho's doper than this bitch? Who's freer than me?\nYou wanna make the switch? Be my guest, baby\nI'm feeling all my fucking feelings\n", "coachellawoodstockinmymind": "\r\nI was at Coachella\nLeaning on your shoulder\nWatching your husband swing in time\nI guess I was in it\n'Cause baby, for a minute\nIt was Woodstock in my mind\nIn the next morning\nThey put out the warning\nTensions were rising over country lines\nI turned off the music\nTried to sit and use it\nAll of the love that I saw that night\n\n'Cause what about all these children\nAnd what about all their parents\nAnd what about all their crowns they wear\nIn hair so long like mine\nAnd what about all their wishes\nWrapped up like garland roses\nRound their little heads\nI said a prayer for a third time\n\nI'd trade it all for a stairway to heaven (a stairway, stairway to heaven)\nI'd take my time for the climb up to the top of it (a stairway)\nI'd trade the fame and the fortune and the legend (a stairway)\nI'd give it all away if you give me just one day to ask Him one question\nI'd give it all away if you give me just one day to ask Him one question\n\nI was at Coachella\nLeaning on your shoulder\nWatching your husband swing and shine\nI'd say he was hella, cool to win them over\nCritics can be so mean sometimes\nHe was on his knees and I thought he was breaking 'em down with his words and his voice divine\nDoesn't take a genius to know what you've got going\nAnd to not wanna lose it 'cause they lost their minds\n\nWhat about all these children\nAnd all their children's children\nAnd why am I even wondering that today\nMaybe my contribution\nCould be as small as hoping\nThat words could turn to birds and birds would send my thoughts your way\n\nI'd trade it all for a stairway to heaven (a stairway, stairway to heaven)\nI'd take my time for the climb up to the top of it (a stairway)\nI'd trade the fame and the fortune and the legend (a stairway)\nI'd give it all away if you give me just one day to ask Him one question\nI'd give it all away if you give me just one day to ask Him one question\n\nA stairway, stairway to heaven\nA stairway\nGot a million things I wanna say\nLike what is it all for? Will it be okay?\nMillion things I wanna say\nLike what is it all for?\nStairway, stairway to heaven\nStairway\nStairway, stairway to heaven\nStairway\n", "godblessamericaandallthebeautifulwomeninit": "\r\nTake me as I am\nTake me, baby, in stride\nOnly you can save me tonight\nThere's nowhere to run\nNowhere to hide\nYou let me in, don't leave me out\nOr leave me dry\n\nEven when I'm alone, I'm not lonely\nI hear the sweetest melodies (sweetest melodies)\nOn the fire escapes of the city\nSounds like I am free\nIt's got me singing\n\nGod bless America\nAnd all the beautiful women in it\nGod bless America\nAnd all the beautiful women in it, may you\nStand proud and strong\nLike Lady Liberty shining all night long\nGod bless America\n\nTake me as I am\nDon't see me for what I'm not\nOnly you can hear me tonight\nKeep your light on, babe\nI might be standing outside\nYou let me in, don't leave me out\nOr leave me dry\n\nEven walking alone, I'm not worried\nI feel your arms all around me (arms around me)\nIn the air on the streets of the city\nFeels like I am free\nIt's got me thinking\n\nGod bless America\nAnd all the beautiful women in it\nGod bless America\nAnd all the beautiful women in it, may you\nStand proud and strong\nLike Lady Liberty shining all night long\nGod bless America\n\n(Sweetest melodies)\nEven with you I've got no one to lose\nSo you'd better believe that nobody can make me feel lonely\nBecause I hear (sweetest melodies)\nEven when you talk that talk with the lights on\nI still somehow know that I'll never feel, ever feel lonely\nI have no fear\nIt's got me thinking (yeah)\n\nGod bless America\nAnd all the beautiful women in it\nGod bless America\nAnd all the beautiful people in it\nMay they stand proud and strong\nLike Lady Liberty shining all night long\nGod bless America\nAnd all the beautiful people in it\nAnd all the beautiful people in it\n", "whentheworldwasatwarwekeptdancing": "\r\nGirls, don't forget your pearls\nAnd all of your horses\nAs you make your way across the pond\nGirls, don't forget your curls\nAnd all of your corsets\nMemorize them in a little song\n\nShake it up\nThrow your hands up and get loose\nCut a rug\nLean into the fucking youth\nChoreo\nWe just want the fucking truth\n(Told by the fake news)\n\nIs it the end of an era?\nIs it the end of America?\nIs it the end of an era?\nIs it the end of America?\n\nNo, it's only the beginning\nIf we hold on to hope\nWe'll have our happy ending\nWhen the world was at war before\nWe just kept dancing\nWhen the world was at war before\nWe just kept dancing\n\nBoys, don't forget your toys\nAnd take all of your money\nIf you find you're in a foreign land\nBoys, don't make too much noise\nAnd don't try to be funny\nOther people may not understand\n\nShake it up\nThrow your hands up and get loose\nCut a rug\nLean into the fucking youth\nChoreo\nWe just want the fucking truth\n(Told by the fake news)\n\nIs it the end of an era?\nIs it the end of America?\nIs it the end of an era?\nIs it the end of America?\n\nNo, it's only the beginning\nIf we hold on to hope\nWe'll have our happy ending\nWhen the world was at war before\nWe just kept dancing\nWhen the world was at war before\nWe just kept dancing\n\nAnd we'll do it again\nOh my God, dizzy from loving you\nAnd we'll do it again\nOh my God, dizzy from loving you\nWe'll do it again\n(Did it from, did it from loving you)\nWe'll do it again\nIn a world at war\n\nIs it the end of an era?\nIs it the end of America?\nIs it the end of an era?\nIs it the end of America?\n\nWhen the world was at war before\nWe just kept dancing\nWhen the world was at war before\nWe just kept dancing\n\nAnd we'll do it again\nAnd we'll do it again\n", "beautifulpeoplebeautifulproblems": "\r\nBlue is the color of the planet from the view above\nLong live our reign, long live our love\nGreen is the planet from the eyes of a turtle dove\n'Til it runs red, runs red with blood\n\nWe get so tired and we complain\n'Bout how it's hard to live\nIt's more than just a video game\n\nBut we're just beautiful people\nWith beautiful problems, yeah\nBeautiful problems, God knows we've got them\nBut we gotta try (la la la)\nEvery day and night (la la la)\n\nBlue is the collar of the shirt of the man I love\nHe's hard at work, hard to the touch\nBut warm is the body of the girl from the land he loves\nMy heart is soft, my past is rough\n\nBut when I love him get a feeling\nSomething close to like a sugar rush\nIt runs through me\nBut is it wasted love?\n(It's not wasted love)\n\nBut we're just beautiful people\nWith beautiful problems, yeah\nBeautiful problems, God knows we've got them\nBut we gotta try (la la la)\nEvery day and night (la la la)\n\nYeah, we've gotta try (la la la)\nWe gotta walk through fire (la la la)\nBecause we're just\n\nBeautiful people with beautiful problems, yeah\n(We're just)\nBeautiful problems, God knows we've got them\n(Beautiful people)\nBeautiful people with beautiful problems, yeah\n(We're just)\nBeautiful problems, God knows we've got them\n\nSo beautiful\nYeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah\n", "tomorrownevercame": "\r\n\"Hey, what you doing?\" Not a lot\nShaking and moving at my local spot\nBaby, don't ask me why, don't ask me why\nWhy, why, why, why, why, why, why\n\nLay, lady, lay on that side of a paradise\nIn the Tropic of Cancer\n'Cause if I had my way, you would always stay\nAnd I'd be your tiny dancer, honey\n\nI waited for you\nIn the spot you said to wait\nIn the city, on the park bench\nIn the middle of the pouring rain\n'Cause I adored you\nI just wanted things to be the same\nYou said to meet me up there tomorrow\nBut tomorrow never came\nTomorrow never came\n\nHey, what you thinking? Penny for your thoughts\nThose lights are blinking on that old jukebox\nBut don't ask me why, just swallow some wine\nWi-wi-wi-wi-wi-wi-wine\n\nStay, baby, stay on the side of a paradise\nIn the Tropic of Cancer\n'Cause if I had my way, you would always stay\nAnd you'd be my tiny dancer, baby\n\nI waited for you\nIn the spot you said to wait\nIn the city, on the park bench\nIn the middle of the pouring rain\n'Cause I adored you\nAnd I just wanted things to be the same\nYou said you'd meet me up there tomorrow\nBut tomorrow never came\nTomorrow never came\n\nRoses out in your country house\nWe played guitar in your barn\nAnd everyday felt like Sunday\nAnd I, I wish we had stayed home\nAnd I could put on the radio to our favorite song\nLennon and Yoko, we would play all day long\n\"Isn't life crazy?\", I said now that I'm singing with Sean\nWhoa\n\nI could keep waiting for you\nIn the spot we always wait\nIn the city, on the park bench\nIn the summer, on the pouring rain\nHoney, don't ignore me\nI just wanted it to be the same\nYou said you'd love me like no tomorrow\nI guess tomorrow never came (No, no, no)\nTomorrow never came (No, no)\nTomorrow never came (No, no, no)\nTomorrow never came\n", "heroin": "\r\nTopanga is hot tonight, the city by the bay\nHas movie stars and liquor stores and soft decay\nThe rumbling from distant shores sends me to sleep\nBut the facts of life, can sometimes make it hard to dream\n\nLife rocked me like M\u00f6tley\nGrabbed me by the ribbons in my hair\nLife rocked me, ultra-softly\nLike the heavy metal that you wear\n\nI'm flying to the moon again\nDreaming about heroin\nHow it gave you everything\nAnd took your life away\nI put you on an aeroplane\nDestined for a foreign land\nI hoped that you'd come back again\nAnd tell me everything's\nOkay eh, eh, babe, yeah\n\nTopanga is hot today\nManson's in the air\nAnd all my friends have gone\n'Cause they still feel him here\nI want to leave\nI'll probably stay another year\nIt's hard to leave when absolutely nothing's clear\n\nLife rocked me like M\u00f6tley\nBad beginning to my new year\nLife rocked me, ultra-softly\nLike the heavy metal that you hear\n\nI'm flying to the moon again\nDreaming about heroin\nAnd how it gave you everything\nAnd took your life away\nI put you on the aeroplane\nDestined for a foreign land\nI thought that you'd come back again\nTo tell me everything's\nOkay eh, eh, babe, yeah\n\nIt's fucking hot, hot\nWinter in the city\nSomething 'bout this weather made these kids go crazy\nIt's hot, even for February\nSomething 'bout this sun has made these kids get scary\nOh, writing in blood on my walls and shit\nLike\nOh, oh my God\nJumping off from the walls into the docks and shit\nOh, ho ho ho, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't sick of it\nLead me baby\nCome on\nCome on\nCome on\nCome on\n\nI'm flying to the moon again\nDreaming about marzipan\nTaking all my medicine\nTo take my thoughts away\nI'm getting on that aeroplane\nLeaving my old man again\nI hope that I come back one day\nTo tell you that I\nReally changed\nBaby\n\nIt's hot, hot\nSomething 'bout the city\nDon't know what it is\nIt makes my head get crazy\nOh, oh, oh\nMakes me feel like I can change\nOh, hoh, hoh, hoh\nAll of my evil ways and shit\nHmm, hmm\nOh, oh, oh\nI'd be lying if I said I wasn't sick of it\n", "change": "\r\nThere's something in the wind, I can feel it blowing in\nIt's coming in softly on the wings of a bomb\nThere's something in the wind, I can feel it blowing in\nIt's coming in hotly and it's coming in strong\n\nLately, I've been thinking it's just someone else's job to care\nWho am I to sympathize when no one gave a damn?\nI've been thinking it's just someone else's job to care\nWho am I to wanna try? But\n\nChange is a powerful thing, people are powerful beings\nTrying to find the power in me to be faithful\nChange is a powerful thing, I feel it coming in me\nMaybe by the time summer's done\nI'll be able to be honest, capable\nOf holding you in my arms without letting you fall\nWhen I don't feel beautiful or stable\nMaybe it's enough to just be where we are, because\n\nEvery time that we run, we don't know what it's from\nNow we finally slow down, we feel close to it\nThere's a change gonna come, I don't know where or when\nBut whenever it does, we'll be here for it\n\nThere's something in the wind, I can feel it blowing in\nIt's coming in softly on the wings of a song\nThere's something in the water, I can taste it turning sour\nIt's bitter, I'm coughing, but now it's in my blood\n\nLately, I've been thinking it's just someone else's job to care\nWho am I to sympathize when no one gave a damn?\nI've been thinking it's just someone else's job to care\n'Cause who am I to wanna try? But\n\nChange is a powerful thing, people are powerful beings\nTrying to find the power in me to be faithful\nChange is a powerful thing, I feel it coming in me\nMaybe by the time summer's done\nI'll be able to be honest, capable\nOf holding you in my arms without letting you fall\nWhen I don't feel beautiful or stable\nMaybe it's enough to just be where we are, because\n\nEvery time that we run, we don't know what it's from\nNow we finally slow down, we feel close to it\nThere's a change gonna come, I don't know where or when\nBut whenever it does, we'll be here for it\n\nYeah, whenever it does, we'll be here for it\nWhenever it does, we'll be here for it\n", "getfree": "\r\nFinally\nI'm crossing the threshold\nFrom the ordinary world\nTo the reveal of my heart\nUndoubtedly\nThat will for certain\nTake the dead out of the sea\nAnd the darkness from the arts\n\nThis is my commitment\nMy modern manifesto\nI'm doing it for all of us\nWho never got the chance\nFor... and for... (Shut up, shut up)\nAnd all my birds of paradise (Shut up, shut up)\nWho never got to fly at night (Shut up, shut up)\n'Cause they were caught up in the dance\n\nSometimes it feels like I've got a war in my mind\nI want to get off, but I keep riding the ride\nI never really noticed that I had to decide\nTo play someone's game or live my own life\nAnd now I do\nI wanna move\nOut of the black (Out of the black)\nInto the blue (Into the blue)\n\nFinally\nGone is the burden\nOf the Crowley way of being\nThat comes from energies combined\nLike my part was I\nWas not discerning\nAnd you, as we found out\nWere not in your right mind\n\nThere's no more chasing rainbows\nAnd hoping for an end to them\nTheir arches are illusions\nSolid at first glance\nBut then you try to touch them (Touch, touch)\nThere's nothing to hold on to (Hold, hold)\nThe colors used to lure you in (Shut up, shut up)\nAnd put you in a trance (Ah, ah, ah, yeah)\n\nSometimes it feels like I've got a war in my mind\nI want to get off, but I keep riding the ride\nI never really noticed that I had to decide\nTo play someone's game or live my own life\nAnd now I do\nI wanna move\nOut of the black (Out of the black)\nInto the blue (Into the blue)\nOut of the black (Out of the black)\nInto the blue (Into the blue)\nOut of the black (Out of the black)\nInto the blue (Into the blue)\n", "normanfuckingrockwell": "\r\nGoddamn, man-child\nYou fucked me so good that I almost said, \"I love you\"\nYou're fun and you're wild\nBut you don't know the half of the shit that you put me through\nYour poetry's bad and you blame the news\nBut I can't change that, and I can't change your mood\nAh-ah\n\n'Cause you're just a man\nIt's just what you do\nYour head in your hands\nAs you color me blue\nYeah, you're just a man\nAll through and through\nYour head in your hands\nAs you color me blue\nBlue, blue, blue\n\nGoddamn, man-child\nYou act like a kid even though you stand six foot two\nSelf-loathing poet, resident Laurel Canyon know-it-all\nYou talk to the walls when the party gets bored of you\nBut I don't get bored, I just see it through\nWhy wait for the best when I could have you?\nYou-oh-oh\n\n'Cause you're just a man\nIt's just what you do\nYour head in your hands\nAs you color me blue\nYeah, you're just a man\nAll through and through\nYour head in your hands\nAs you color me blue\nBlue, blue\n\nYou make me blue\nBlue, blue\nBlue, blue, blue\nBlue, blue, blue\n", "marinersapartmentcomplex": "\r\nYou took my sadness out of context\nAt the Mariners Apartment Complex\nI ain't no candle in the wind\nI'm the board, the lightning, the thunder\nKind of girl who's gonna make you wonder\nWho you are and who you've been\n\nAnd who I've been is with you on these beaches\nYour Venice bitch, your die-hard, your weakness\nMaybe I could save you from your sins\nSo kiss the sky and whisper to Jesus\nMy, my, my, you found this, you need this\nTake a deep breath, baby, let me in\n\nYou lose your way, just take my hand\nYou're lost at sea, then I'll command your boat to me again\nDon't look too far, right where you are, that's where I am\nI'm your man\nI'm your man\n\nThey mistook my kindness for weakness\nI fucked up, I know that, but Jesus\nCan't a girl just do the best she can?\nCatch a wave and take in the sweetness\nThink about it, the darkness, the deepness\nAll the things that make me who I am\n\nAnd who I am is a big-time believer\nThat people can change, but you don't have to leave her\nWhen everyone's talking, you can make a stand\n'Cause even in the dark, I feel your resistance\nYou can see my heart burning in the distance\nBaby, baby, baby, I'm your man (Yeah)\n\nYou lose your way, just take my hand\nYou're lost at sea, then I'll command your boat to me again\nDon't look too far, right where you are, that's where I am\nI'm your man\nI'm your man\n\nCatch a wave and take in the sweetness\nTake in the sweetness\nYou want this, you need this\nAre you ready for it?\nAre you ready for it?\nAre you ready for it?\n", "venicebitch": "\r\nFear fun, fear love\nFresh out of fucks forever\nTrying to be stronger for you\nIce cream, ice queen\nI dream in jeans and leather\nLive stream, I'm sweet for you\n\nOh God, miss you on my lips\nIt's me, your little Venice bitch\nOn the stoop with the neighborhood kids\nCalling out, bang bang, kiss kiss\n\nYou're in the yard, I light the fire\nAnd as the summer fades away\nNothing gold can stay\nYou write, I tour, we make it work\nYou're beautiful and I'm insane\nWe're American-made\n\nGive me Hallmark\nOne dream, one life, one lover\nPaint me happy in blue\nNorman Rockwell\nNo hype under our covers\nIt's just me and you\n\nOh God, miss you on my lips\nIt's me, your little Venice bitch\nOn the stoop with the neighborhood kids\nCalling out, bang bang, kiss kiss\n\nYou're in the yard, I light the fire\nAnd as the summer fades away\nNothing gold can stay\nYou write, I tour, we make it work\nYou're beautiful and I'm insane\nWe're American-made\n\nOh (Yeah), oh (Yeah), oh (Yeah)\nSounding off, bang bang, kiss kiss\nOh (Yeah), oh (Yeah), oh (Yeah)\nSounding off, bang bang, kiss kiss\n\nOh God, want you on my lips (I do, I do)\nIt's me, your little Venice bitch (Yes, it is)\nOn the stoop with the neighborhood kids\nSounding off, bang bang, kiss kiss\n\nOh, shatter (Yeah), oh, shatter (Yeah, yeah), oh, shatter (Yeah)\n(Sounding off, bang bang, kiss kiss)\nYeah (Yeah), oh (Yeah), oh (Yeah)\n(Sounding off, bang bang, kiss kiss)\nYeah, yeah\n\nYou heard my baby's back in town now\nYou should come, come over\nWe'll be hanging around now\nYou should come, come over\n\nOh God, I love him on my lips\nIt's me, your little Venice bitch\nTouch me with your fingertips\nIt's me, your little Venice bitch\n\nBack, back in the garden\nWe're getting high now because we're older\nMe myself, I like diamonds\nMy baby, crimson and clover\n\n(La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers)\n(La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful, losers)\nWha-wha-wha-wha-whatever\nEverything, whatever\nWha-wha-wha-wha-whatever\nEverything, whatever\n\nAh, ah, ah, ah\nAh yeah, ah yeah\n(La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers)\nAh yeah, ah\n(La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers)\nLa-la-la-la-la-la, losers, (Yeah) beautiful losers (Yeah)\nLa-la-la-la-la-la, losers, (Yeah) beautiful losers (Yeah)\nLa-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers\nLa-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers\n\nBack in the garden\nWe're getting high now because we're older\nMe myself, I like diamonds\nMy baby, crimson and clover\n\nCrimson and clover, honey\nCrimson and clover, honey\nCrimson and clover, honey\nCrimson and clover, honey\nCrimson and clover, honey\nCrimson and clover, honey\nOver and over, honey\nOver and over, honey\nOver and over, honey\nOver and over, honey\nOver and over\n\nIf you weren't mine, I'd be\nJealous of your love\nIf you weren't mine, I'd be\nJealous of your love\nIf you weren't mine, I'd be\nJealous of your love\nIf you weren't mine, I'd be\nJealous of your love\nIf you weren't mine, I'd be\nJealous of your love\n", "fuckitiloveyou": "\r\nI like to see everything in neon\nDrink lime green, stay up 'til dawn\nMaybe the way that I'm living is killing me\nI like to light up the stage with a song\nDo shit to keep me turned on\nBut one day I woke up like\n\"Maybe I'll do it differently\"\n\nSo I moved to California, but it's just a state of mind\nIt turns out everywhere you go, you take yourself, that's not a lie\nWish that you would hold me or just say that you were mine\nIt's killing me slowly\n\nDream a little dream of me\nMake me into something sweet\nTurn the radio on, dancing to a pop song\nFuck it, I love you\nFuck it, I love you\nFuck it, I love you\nI really do\n\nI used to shoot up my veins in neon\nAnd shit's even brighter; you're gone\nSo many things I would say to you\nI want you\n\nYou moved to California, but it's just a state of mind\nAnd you know everyone adores you\nYou can't feel it and you're tired\nBaby, wish that you would hold me or just say that you were mine\nBut it's killing me slowly\n\nDream a little dream of me\nTurn this into something sweet\nTurn the radio on, dancing to a pop song\nFuck it, I love you\nFuck it, I love you\nFuck it, I love you\nI really do\n\nIt turns out California's more than just a state of mind\nI met you on the boulevard, braids in my hair, you blew my mind\nAnd if I wasn't so fucked up, I think I'd fuck you all the time\n(I really do)\nIt's killing me slowly\n\nFuck it, I love you (I moved to California, but it's just a state of mind)\nFuck it, I love you (It turns out everywhere you go, you take yourself, that's not a lie)\nFuck it, I love you (Wish that you would hold me or just say that you were mine)\nI really do (It's killing me slowly)\n\n(Fuck it, I love you)\nCalifornia dreaming, got my money on my mind\n(Fuck it, I love you)\nJazz in my veins, running out of time\n(Fuck it, I love you)\nCalifornia dreaming, got my money on my mind\n(I really do)\nJazz in my veins, running out of time\n(Fuck it, I love you)\nCalifornia dreaming, got my money on my mind\n(Fuck it, I love you)\nJazz in my veins, running out of time\n(Fuck it, I love you)\nCalifornia dreaming, got my money on my mind\n(I really do)\nJazz in my veins, running out of time\n", "dointime": "\r\nSummertime, and the livings easy\nBradley's on the microphone with Ras M.G\nAll the people in the dance will agree\nThat we're well-qualified to represent the L.B.C\nMe, me and Louie, we gon' run to the party\nAnd dance to the rhythm, it gets harder\n\nMe and my girl, we got this relationship\nI love her so bad, but she treats me like shit\nOn lock-down like a penitentiary\nShe spreads her loving all over\nAnd when she gets home, there's none left for me\n\nSummertime, and the livings easy\nBradley's on the microphone with Ras M.G\nAll the people in the dance will agree\nThat we're well-qualified to represent the L.B.C\nMe, me and Louie, we gon' run to the party\nAnd dance to the rhythm, it gets harder\n(Harder, yeah, harder, yeah)\n\nOh, take this veil from off my eyes\nMy burning sun will, some day, rise\nSo, what am I gonna be doing for a while?\nSaid, I'm gonna play with myself\nShow them how we come off the shelf\n\nSummertime, and the livings easy\nBradley's on the microphone with Ras M.G\nAll the people in the dance will agree\nThat we're well-qualified to represent the L.B.C\nMe, me and Louie, we gon' run to the party\nAnd dance to the rhythm, it gets harder\n(Harder, yeah, harder, yeah)\n\nEvil, we've come to tell you that she's evil, most definitely\nEvil, ornery, scandalous and evil, most definitely\nThe tension, it's getting hotter\nI'd like to hold her head underwater\n\nSummertime\n\nSummertime, and the livings easy\nBradley's on the microphone with Ras M.G\nAll the people in the dance will agree\nThat we're well-qualified to represent the L.B.C\nMe, me and Louie, we gon' run to the party\nAnd dance to the rhythm, it gets harder\n", "lovesong": "\r\nIn the car, in the car, in the backseat, I'm your baby\nWe go fast, we go so fast, we don't move\nI believe in a place you take me\nMake you real proud of your baby\nIn your car, I'm a star and I'm burning through you\nIn your car, I'm a star and I'm burning through you\n\nOh, be my once in a lifetime\nLying on your chest in my party dress\nI'm a fucking mess, but I\nOh, thanks for the high life\nBaby, it's the best, passed the test and yes\nNow I'm here with you, and I\nWould like to think that you would stick around\nYou know that I'd just die to make you proud\nThe taste, the touch, the way we love\nIt all comes down to make the sound of our love song\n\nDream a dream, here's a scene\nTouch me anywhere 'cause I'm your baby\nGrab my waist, don't waste any part\nI believe that you see me for who I am\nSo spill my clothes on the floor of your new car\nIs it safe, is it safe to just be who we are?\nIs it safe, is it safe to just be who we are?\n\nOh, be my once in a lifetime\nLying on your chest in my party dress\nI'm a fucking mess, but I\nOh, thanks for the high life\nBaby, it's the best, passed the test and yes\nNow I'm here with you, and I\nWould like to think that you would stick around\nYou know that I'd just die to make you proud\nThe taste, the touch, the way we love\nIt all comes down to make the sound of our love song\nThe taste, the touch, the way we love\nIt all comes down to make the sound of our love song\n", "cinnamongirl": "\r\nCinnamon in my teeth\nFrom your kiss, you're touching me\nAll the pills that you take\nViolet, blue, green, red to keep me at arm's length don't work\nYou try to push me out, but I just find my way back in\nViolet, blue, green, red to keep me out, I win\n\nThere's things I wanna say to you, but I'll just let you live\nLike if you hold me without hurting me\nYou'll be the first who ever did\nThere's things I wanna talk about, but better not to give\nBut if you hold me without hurting me\nYou'll be the first who ever did\n\nAh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah\nHold me, love me, touch me, honey\nBe the first who ever did\nAh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah\nHold me, love me, touch me, honey\nBe the first who ever did\n\nKerosene in my hands\nYou make me mad, on fire again\nAll the pills that you take\nViolet, blue, green, red to keep me at arm's length don't work\n\nThere's things I wanna say to you, but I'll just let you live\nLike if you hold me without hurting me\nYou'll be the first who ever did\nThere's things I wanna talk about, but better not to give\nBut if you hold me without hurting me\nYou'll be the first who ever did\n\nAh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah\nHold me, love me, touch me, honey\nBe the first who ever did\nAh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah\nHold me, love me, touch me, honey\nBe the first who ever did\n\nThere's things I wanna say to you, but I'll just let you live\nLike if you hold me without hurting me\nYou'll be the first who ever did\nThere's things I wanna talk about, but better not to give\nLike if you hold me without hurting me\nYou'll be the first who ever did\n", "howtodisappear": "\r\nJohn met me down on the boulevard\nCry on his shoulder 'cause life is hard\nThe waves came in over my head\nWhat you been up to, my baby?\nHaven't seen you 'round here lately\nAll of the guys tell me lies, but you don't\nYou just crack another beer\nAnd pretend that you're still here\n\nThis is how to disappear\nThis is how to disappear\n\nJoe met me down at the training yard\nCuts on his face 'cause he fought too hard\nI know he's in over his head\nBut I love that man like nobody can\nHe moves mountains and pounds them to ground again\nI watched the guys getting high as they fight\nFor the things that they hold dear\nTo forget the things they fear\n\nThis is how to disappear\nThis is how to disappear\n\nNow it's been years since I left New York\nI've got a kid and two cats in the yard\nThe California sun and the movie stars\nI watch the skies getting light as I write\nAs I think about those years\nAs I whisper in your ear\n\nI'm always going to be right here\nNo one's going anywhere\n", "california": "\r\n(One, two, three, four)\n\nYou don't ever have to be stronger than you really are\nWhen you're lying in my arms, baby\nYou don't ever have to go faster than your fastest pace\nOr faster than my fastest cars\n\nI shouldn't have done it, but I read it in your letter\nYou said to a friend that you wish you were doing better\nI wanted to reach out, but I never said a thing\nI shouldn't have done it, but I read it in your letter\nYou said to a friend that you wish you were doing better\nI wanted to call you, but I didn't say a thing\n(Two, three, four)\n\nOh, I'll pick you up\nIf you come back to America, just hit me up\n'Cause this is crazy love, I'll catch you on the flip side\nIf you come back to California, you should just hit me up\nWe'll do whatever you want, travel wherever how far\nWe'll hit up all the old places\nWe'll have a party, we'll dance 'til dawn\nI'll pick up all of your Vogues and all of your Rolling Stones\nYour favorite liquor off the top shelf\nI'll throw a party all night long\n\nYou don't ever have to be stronger than you really are\nWhen you're lying in my arms, and, honey\nYou don't ever have to act cooler than you think you should\nYou're brighter than the brightest stars\n\nYou're scared to win, scared to lose\nI've heard the war was over if you really choose\nThe one in and around you\nYou hate the heat, you got the blues\nChanging like the weather, oh, that's so like you\nThe Santa Ana moves you\n(Two, three, four)\n\nOh, I'll pick you up\nIf you come back to America, just hit me up\n'Cause this is crazy love, I'll catch you on the flip side\nIf you come back to California, you should just hit me up\nWe'll do whatever you want, travel wherever how far\nWe'll hit up all the old places\nWe'll have a party, we'll dance 'til dawn\nI'll pick up all of your Vogues and all of your Rolling Stones\nYour favorite liquor off the top shelf\nI'll throw a party all night long\n\nOh, I'll pick you up\nIf you come back to America, just hit me up\n'Cause this is crazy love, I'll catch you on the flip side\nIf you come back to California, you should just hit me up\n", "thenextbestamericanrecord": "\r\nMy baby used to dance underneath my architecture\nTo the Houses of the Holy, smoking on them cigarettes\nMy baby used to dance underneath my architecture\nHe was cool as heck\nHe was cool as heck\n\nAnd we were so obsessed with writing the next best American record\nThat we gave all we had 'til the time we got to bed\n'Cause we knew we could\nWe were so obsessed with writing the next best American record\n'Cause we were just that good\nIt was just that good\n\nWhatever's on tonight, I just wanna party with you\nTopanga's hot tonight, I'm taking off my bathing suit\nYou make me feel like\nThere's something that I never knew I wanted\n\nMy baby used to dance underneath my architecture\nHe was '70s in spirit, '90s in his frame of mind\nMy baby used to dance underneath my architecture\nWe lost track of space\nWe lost track of time\n\nAnd we were so obsessed with writing the next best American record\nThat we gave all we had 'til the time we got to bed\n'Cause we knew we could\nWe were so obsessed with writing the next best American record\n'Cause we were just that good\nIt was just that good\n\nWhatever's on tonight, I just wanna party with you\nTopanga's hot tonight, I'm taking off my bathing suit\nYou make me feel like\nThere's something that I never knew I wanted\nWe play the Eagles down in Malibu and I want it\n\nIt's you, all the roads lead to you\nEverything I want and do, all the things that I say\nIt's true, all the roads lead to you\nLike the 405 I drive through\nEvery night and every day\nI see you for who you really are\nWhy the thousands of girls love\nThe way Bill plays guitar\n\nWhatever's on tonight, I just wanna party with you\nTopanga's hot tonight, I'm taking off my bathing suit\nYou make me feel like\nThere's something that I never knew I wanted\nWe play the Eagles down in Malibu and I want it\nThere's something that I never knew I wanted\n", "thegreatest": "\r\nI miss Long Beach and I miss you, babe\nI miss dancing with you the most of all\nI miss the bar where the Beach Boys would go\nDennis' last stop before Kokomo\n\nThose nights were on fire\nWe couldn't get higher\nWe didn't know that we had it all\nBut nobody warns you before the fall\n\nAnd I'm wasted\nDon't leave, I just need a wake-up call\nI'm facing the greatest\nThe greatest loss of them all\nThe culture is lit and I had a ball\nI guess I'm signing off after all\n\nI miss New York and I miss the music\nMe and my friends, we miss rock 'n' roll\nI want shit to feel just like it used to\nWhen, baby, I was doing nothing the most of all\n\nThe culture is lit, and if this is it, I had a ball\nI guess that I'm burned out after all\n\nI'm wasted\nDon't leave, I just need a wake-up call\nI'm facing the greatest\nThe greatest loss of them all\nThe culture is lit and I had a ball\nI guess that I'm burned out after all\n\nIf this is it, I'm signing off\nMiss doing nothing the most of all\nHawaii just missed that fireball\nL.A. is in flames, it's getting hot\nKanye West is blond and gone\n\"Life on Mars?\" ain't just a song\nI hope the live stream's almost on\n", "bartender": "\r\nAll the ladies of the canyon\nWearing black to their house parties\nCrosby, Stills and Nash is playing\nWine is flowing with Bacardi\n\nBut sometimes, girls just want to have fun\nThe poetry inside of me is warm like a gun\n\nI bought me a truck in the middle of the night\nIt'll buy me a year if I play my cards right\nPhoto-free exits from baby's bedside\n'Cause they don't yet know what car I drive\nI'm just tryna keep my love alive\nWith my bartender, hold me all night\nBartender, our love's alive\nBaby, remember, I'm not drinking wine\nBut that Cherry Coke you serve is fine\nAnd our love's sweet enough on the vine\nBartender, bar-t-t-tender\n\nAll the ladies of the canyon\nWearing white for their tea parties\nPlaying games of levitation\nMeditating in the garden\n\nAnd I love the little games that we play\nFrom the valley to the beach\nAnd when at last the day is done, I grab my keys\n\nI bought me a truck in the middle of the night\nIt'll buy me a year if I play my cards right\nPhoto-free exits from baby's bedside\n'Cause they don't yet know what car I drive\nI'm just tryna keep my love alive\nWith my bartender, hold me all night\nBartender, our love's alive\nBaby, remember, I'm not drinking wine\nBut that Cherry Coke you serve is fine\nAnd our love's sweet enough on the vine\nBar-t-t-tender, bar-t-t-tender, bar-t-t-tender\nHa, ha, ha, ha\n\nI bought me a truck in the middle of the night\n60 MPH on PCH drive\nHere to Long Beach to Newport by your side\nAs they don't yet know where I reside\n60 miles from the last place I hide\nWith my bar-t-t-tender, hold me all night\nBar-t-t-tender, keep love alive\nBar-t-t-tender\n", "happinessisabutterfly": "\r\nDo you want me or do you not?\nI heard one thing, now I'm hearing another\nDropped a pin to my parking spot\nThe bar was hot, it's 2 AM, it feels like summer\n\nHappiness is a butterfly\nTry to catch it, like, every night\nIt escapes from my hands into moonlight\nEvery day is a lullaby\nHum it on the phone, like, every night\nSing it for my babies on the tour life, ah\n\nIf he's a serial killer, then what's the worst\nThat can happen to a girl who's already hurt?\nI'm already hurt\nIf he's as bad as they say, then I guess I'm cursed\nLooking into his eyes, I think he's already hurt\nHe's already hurt\n\nI said, \"Don't be a jerk, don't call me a taxi\"\nSitting in your sweatshirt, crying in the backseat, ooh\nI just wanna dance with you\nHollywood and Vine, Black Rabbit in the alley\nI just wanna hold you tight down the avenue\nI just wanna dance with you\nI just wanna dance with you\n\nBaby, I just wanna dance (Dance)\nWith you (Dance)\nBaby, I just wanna dance (Dance)\nWith you\n\nLeft the canyon, drove to the club\nI was one thing, now I'm being another\nLaurel down to Sunset in the truck\nI'll pick you up if you're in town on the corner, ah\n\nHappiness is a butterfly\nWe should catch it while dancing\nI lose myself in the music, baby\nEvery day is a lullaby\nTry to catch it like lightning\nI sing it into my music, I'm crazy\n\nIf he's a serial killer, then what's the worst\nThat can happen to a girl who's already hurt?\nI'm already hurt\nIf he's as bad as they say, then I guess I'm cursed\nLooking into his eyes, I think he's already hurt\nHe's already hurt\n\nI said, \"Don't be a jerk, don't call me a taxi\"\nSitting in your sweatshirt, crying in the backseat, ooh\nI just wanna dance with you\nHollywood and Vine, Black Rabbit in the alley\nI just wanna hold you tight down the avenue\nI just wanna dance with you\nI just wanna dance with you\n\nBaby, I just wanna dance (Dance)\nWith you (Dance)\nBaby, I just wanna dance (Dance)\nWith you\n", "hopeisadangerousthingforawomanlikemetohavebutihaveit": "\r\nI was reading Slim Aarons\nAnd I got to thinking that I thought\nMaybe I'd get less stressed\nIf I was tested less like all of these debutantes\nSmiling for miles in pink dresses\nAnd high heels on white yachts\nBut I'm not\nBaby I'm not\nNo, I'm not\nThat I'm not\n\nI've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown\n24/7, Sylvia Plath\nWriting in blood on my walls\n'Cause the ink in my pen don't work in my notepad\nDon't ask if I'm happy, you know that I'm not\nBut at best I can say I'm not sad\n'Cause hope is a dangerous thing\nFor a woman like me to have\nHope is a dangerous thing\nFor a woman like me to have\n\nI had fifteen-year dances\nChurch basement romances yeah I've cried\nSpilling my guts with the Bowery Bums\nIs the only love I've ever known\nExcept for the stage which I also call home when I'm not\nServing up God in a burnt coffee pot for the triad\nHello it's the most famous woman you know on the iPad\nCalling from beyond the grave, I just wanna say, \"Hi dad\"\n\nI've been tearing up town in my fucking white gown\nLike a goddamn near sociopath\nShaking my ass is the only thing that's\nGot this black narcissist off my back\nShe couldn't care less and I never cared more\nSo there's no more to say about that\nExcept hope is a dangerous thing\nFor a woman like me to have\nHope is a dangerous thing\nFor a woman with my past\n\nThere's a new revolution\nA loud evolution\nThat I saw\nBorn of confusion\nAnd quiet collusion\nOf which mostly I've known\nA modern day woman\nWith a weak constitution\n'Cause I've got\nMonsters still under my bed\nThat I could never fight off\nA gatekeeper carelessly dropping\nThe keys on my nights off\n\nI've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown\n24/7, Sylvia Plath\nWriting in blood on your walls\n'Cause the ink in my pen don't look good in my pad\nThey write that I'm happy, they know that I'm not\nBut at best you can see I'm not sad\nBut hope is a dangerous thing\nFor a woman like me to have\nHope is a dangerous thing\nFor a woman like me to have\nHope is a dangerous thing\nFor a woman like me to have\nBut I have it\nYeah, I have it\nYeah, I have it\nI have\n", "lawhoamitoloveyou": "\r\nI left my city for San Francisco\nTook a free ride off a billionaire's jet\nLA, I'm from nowhere, who am I to love you?\nLA, I've got nothing, who am I to love you when I'm feeling this way and I've got nothing to offer?\nLA, not quite the city that never sleeps\nNot quite the city that wakes, but the city that dreams, for sure\nIf by dreams, you mean in nightmares\n\nLA, I'm a dreamer, but I'm from nowhere, who am I to dream?\nLA, I'm upset, I have complaints, listen to me\nThey say I came from money and I didn't\nAnd I didn't even have love, and it's unfair\nLA, I sold my life rights for a big check and I'm upset\nAnd now I can't sleep at night and I don't know why\nPlus, I love Zach, so why did I do that when I know it won't last?\n\nLA, I picked San Francisco because the man who doesn't love me lives there\nLA, I'm pathetic, but so are you, can I come home now?\nDaughter to no one, table for one\nParty of thousands of people I don't know at Delilah where my ex-husband works\nI'm sick of this, but can I come home now?\nMother to no one, private jet for one\nBack home to the Tudor house that borned a thousand murder plots\nHancock Park, it's treated me very badly, I'm resentful\nThe witch on the corner, the neighbor nobody wanted\nThe reason for Garcetti's extra security\n\nLA, I know I'm bad, but I have nowhere else to go, can I come home now?\nI never had a mother, will you let me make the sun my own for now, and the ocean my son?\nI'm quite good at tending to things despite my upbringing, can I raise your mountains?\nI promise to keep them greener, make them my daughters\nTeach them about fire, warn them about water\nI'm lonely, LA, can I come home now?\n\nI left my city for San Francisco\nAnd I'm writing from the Golden Gate Bridge\nBut it's not going as I planned\nI took a free ride off a billionaire and brought my typewriter\nAnd promised myself that I would stay, but\nIt's just not going the way that I thought\nIt's not that I feel different, and I don't mind that it's not hot\nIt's just that I belong to no one, which means there's only one place for me\nThe city not quite awake, the city not quite asleep\nThe city that's still deciding how good it can be\n\nAnd also\nI can't sleep without you\nNo one's ever really held me like you\nNot quite tightly, but certainly, I feel your body next to me\nSmoking next to me\nVaping lightly next to me\nAnd I love that you love the neon lights like me\nOrange in the distance\nWe both love that\nAnd I love that we have that in common\nAlso, neither one of us can go back to New York\nFor you are unmoving\nAs for me, it won't be my city again until I'm dead\nFuck the New York Post\n\nLA, who am I to need you when I've needed so much, asked for so much?\nAnd what I've been given, I'm not sure yet\nI may never know that either until I'm dead\nFor now, though, what I do know\nIs although I don't deserve you\nNot you at your best and your splendor\nWith towering eucalyptus trees that sway in my dominion\nNot you at your worst\nTotally on fire, unlivable, unbreathable, I need you\n\nYou see, I have no mother\nAnd you do\nA continental shelf\nA larger piece of land from where you came\nAnd I?\nI'm an orphan\nA little seashell that rests upon your native shores\nOne of many, for sure\nBut because of that, I surely must love you closely to the most of anyone\n\nFor that reason, let me love you\nDon't mind my desperation\nLet me hold you, not just for vacation\nBut for real and for forever\nMake it real life\nLet me be a real wife to you\nGirlfriend, lover, mother, friend\nI adore you\nDon't be put off by my quick-wordedness\nI'm generally quite quiet\nQuite a meditator, actually\nI'll do very well down by Paramhansa Yogananda's realization center, I'm sure\nI promise you'll barely even notice me\nUnless you want to notice me\nUnless you prefer a rambunctious child\nIn which case, I can turn it on too\nI'm quite good on the stage as you may know\nYou might have heard of me\n\nSo either way, I'll fit in just fine\nSo just love me by doing nothing\nAnd perhaps, by not shaking the county line\nI'm yours if you'll have me\nBut regardless, you're mine\n", "thelandof1000fires": "\r\nTwo blue steel trains run through the tunnels of your cool blue steel eyes\nVernon\nRock quarry\nThe vastness of which has nothing on your beautiful mind\nDylan\nI hear Dylan when I look at you\nI can see it in invisible ink like a tattoo\nThe ying to my yang\nThe toughness to my unending softness\nA striking example of masculinity\nFirm in your verticality\nSure in your confrontation against all elements\nAnd duality\nThe sun to my wilting daisy\nThe earth to the wildflower that doesn't care where it grows\n\nVernon\nEverything's burnt here\nThere's no escaping it\nThe air is fried and on fire\nI've never really fallen in love\nBut whatever this feeling is\nI wish everyone could experience it\nThis place feels like a person\nFamiliar\nLike someone I've stood next to before\nBut never while I was standing next to you\nThank you\nFor being here\nFor bearing witness to my vastness\n\nThrough the year I've called you in and out of my orbit\nYou, in your madness\nThe satellite that constellates my world\nMimicking the inner chaos that I've disowned\nA mirror to my past life retributions\nAnd a reflection of my sadness\nIf I'm going to keep on living the way that I'm living\nI can't do it without you\nMy feet aren't on the ground\nI need your body to stand on\nYour name to define me\nOn top of being a woman\nI am scared\nAnd\nEthereal\nAnd\n\nThere are seven worlds in my eyes\n\nI'm accessing of all them once\n\nOne to draw my words from and my muses\nAnother one I try and harness late at night that lies somewhere\nOff of the right of Jupiter\nAnd then of course there's this one I live in\nThe land of a thousand fires\nThat's where you come in\n\nYou\nVernon\nDylan\nTwo blue steel trains\nRunning through the tunnels of your\nCool blue steel eyes\n\nTo guide me far from the world of my early days\nThat I can't quite make out clearly\nThat beckon me towards high sea cliffs\nOn long car rides\n\nTowards a future place\nA world unknown to me\nMade up of something surreal and dripping\nFlowers in solar systems oversized\n\nYou Vernon Dylan\n\nNo words needed to sponge up the\nDark nights\nNo explanations for the globes in my eyes\nShoulder to shoulder in the factory light\nLetting me be who I would have been\nIf everything had turned out alright\n\nThree alternative endings\nNow course through my blood on ice\nBut I thrive because I say I do\nAnd because it's what I write\n\nBut honestly if you weren't here with me\nI don't know what things would look like\n\nThat's my why no matter what world I'm in\nI'm accessible by only one satellite\nVernon\nDylan\nAnd you in your madness\n\nWith two blue steel trains running\nThrough your cool blue steel eyes\n", "violetbentbackwardsoverthegrass": "\r\nI went to a party\nI came in hot\nMade decisions beforehand\nMy mind made up\nThings that would make me happy\nTo do them or not\nEach option weighed carefully\nA plan for each thought\nAnd then I walked through the door past the open concept\nAnd saw Violet bent backwards over the grass\nSeven years old with dandelions grasped tightly in her hand\nArched like a bridge in a fallen handstand\nGrinning wildly like a madman\nWith the exuberance that only doing nothing can bring\nWaiting for the fireworks to begin\nAnd in that moment I decided to do nothing about everything\n", "pastthebushescypressthriving": "\r\nI saw you in the mirror\nYou were wearing your hair differently\nCarrying the air differently\nYou said you wear your hair long parted in the middle\nLong in solidarity just like all his women\n\nIn Long Beach\n\nAimless\n\nYour fingers wiping oil on the paper with precision\nWith decision like an artist never seen yet with a vision\n\nWith a reason\nStared with venom at the ceiling\nNot the grass\nBut straight ahead\nJust At the skyline\nWith precision\nLaser vision\n\nTime was stopping\nMoving through you\nYou dictated\nBy what moved you\n\nOnly moving never thinking\n\nMatch the sun that's slowly sinking\nAt the height of the afternoon\nIn the heat of the summer evening\nLike a phoenix like a chem trail like a wavelength No\nOne's claiming\n\nGeorgia o Keefe\nGeorgia peaches\nDoing nothing but your painting\nFor forever\nForget teachers\nForgive him for ever leaving\n\nLove is rising\nNo resisting\nCheeks are flushing\nNow you're living\n\nSay goodbye now\nNo resisting\nLive your life like\nNo one's listening\n\nBe the art the life is breathing\nBe the soul the world is living\n\nFor you only\nNot for giving\nJust for taking\nNo one's listening\n\nAt the end of Rose and Rich\nDown the street that's green and winding\nPast the bushes cypress thriving\nPast the chain link fence and driving\nFurther down the road less travelled\nThere you are athleisure wear unraveled\nNow I see you clear\n\nStanding stoic blue and denim\nEyes not blue but clear like\nHeaven\n\nYou don't want to be forgotten\n\nYou just want to disappear\n", "salamander": "\r\nGet out of my blood, salamander!\nI can't seem to blow off enough steam to get you out of my head\nSoul cycle you to death, run you out of my blood to San Pedro\nAnd yet, everywhere I go, it seems there you are\nAnd there I am\n\nI don't want to sell my stories anymore, stop pushing me\nSome stories aren't meant to be sold\nSome words aren't meant to be told\n\nI want to leave them underneath the nightstand to be forgotten\nOr remembered should my thoughts come upon them in the middle of the night after a long beach day\nOr by you, some afternoon, to thumb through with your worn warm after-work hands\nI love you, but you don't understand me, I'm a real poet!\nMy life is my poetry, my love making is my legacy!\nMy thoughts are about nothing, and beautiful, and for free\n\nYou see, the things that can't be bought can't be evaluated, and that makes them beyond human reach\nUntouchable, safe, otherworldly\nUnable to be deciphered or metabolized\n\nSomething metaphysical\nLike a view of the sea on a summer day on the most perfect winding road taken in from the car window\n\nA thing perfect, and ready to become a part of the texture of the fabric of something more ethereal\n\nLike Mount Olympus, where Zeus sent Athena and the rest of the immortals to play\n", "nevertoheaven": "\r\nMay my eyes always stay level to the horizon\nMay they never gaze as high as heaven, to ask why\nMay I never go where angels fear to tread\nSo as to have to ask for answers in the sky\nThe whys in this lifetime I've found are inconsequential\nCompared to the magic of the nowness - the solution to most questions\nThere are no reasons\n\nAnd if there are - I'm wrong\nBut at least I won't have spent my life waiting\nLooking for God in the clouds of the dawn\n\nI'll be up early to rise though of course\nBut only to make you a pot of coffee\n\nThat's what I was thinking this morning Joe\nThat it's times like this as the marine layer lifts\nOff the sea from the view of our favorite restaurant\nThat I pray that I may\nAlways keep my eyes level to your eyeline\nNever downcast at the table cloth\n\nYou see, Joe\nIt's times like this that the marine layer lifts\nOff the sea on the dock with out candle lit\nThat I think to myself\nThere are things you still don't know about me\nLike sometimes I'm afraid my sadness is too big\nAnd that one day you might have to help me handle it\n\nBut until then\nMay my eyes always stay level to the skyline\nAssessing Long Beach's glittering new development\nNever higher than the tallest building\nNever to heaven or revenant\n'Cause I have faith in man as strange as that seems\nIn times like these\nAnd it's not just because of the warmth I've found in your\nBrown eyes\nIt's because I believe in the goodness in me\nThat it's firm enough to plant a flag in\nOr a\nRosebud\nOr to build a new life\n", "sportcruiser": "\r\nI took a flying lesson on my 33rd birthday, instead of calling you\nOr parking on the block where our old place used to be\n\nGenesee, genesee, genesee\n\nPathetic, I know \u2013 but sometimes I still like to park on that street\nAnd have lunch in the car just to feel close to you\n\nI was once in love with my life here\nIn that studio apartment with you\nLittle yellow flowers on the tops of trees as our only view\nOut of the only window\nBig enough for me to see our future through\nBut it turned out I was the only one who could see it\n\nStupid apartment complex\nTerrible you\nYou, who I wait for\nYou, you, you\nLike a broken record stuck on loop\n\nSo that day, on my birthday, I thought\n\"Something has to change\"\nYou can't always be about waiting for you\n\nDon't tell anyone, but part of my reasoning for taking the flight class, was this idea that if I could become my own navigator\nThe captain of the sky\nThat perhaps I could stop looking for direction\nFrom you\n\nWell, what started off as an idea on a whim\nHas turned into something more\nToo shy to explain to the owners that my first lesson was just a one-time thing\nI've continued to go to classes each week\nAt the precious little strip off Santa Monica and Bundy\n\nAnd everything was going fine\nWe were starting with dips and loops\nAnd then something terrible happened\n\nDuring my fourth lesson in the sky\nMy instructor, younger than I, but as tough as you\nInstructed me to do a simple maneuver\nIt's not that I didn't do it\nBut I was slow to lean the sports cruiser into a right-hand upward turn\nScared, scared that I would lose control of the plane\n\nNot tactfully and not gently\nThe instructor shook his head, and without looking at me said\n\"You don't trust yourself\"\n\nI was horrified\nFeeling as though I'd somehow been found out\nLike he knew me\nHow weak I was\nOf course, he was only talking about my ability as a pilot in the sky\nBut I knew it was meant for me to hear those words\n\nFor me, they held a deeper meaning\nI didn't trust myself\n\nNot just 2500 feet above the coast of Malibu\nBut with anything\nAnd I didn't trust you\n\nI could've said something but I was quiet\nBecause pilots aren't like poets\nThey don't make metaphors between life and the sky\n\nIn the midst of this mid-life, meltdown, navigational exercise in self-examination\nI also decided to do something else I had always wanted to do\nTake sailing lessons in the vibrant bay of Marina del Rey\nI signed up for the class as \"Elizabeth Grant\"\nAnd nobody blinked an eye\n\nSo, why was I so sure that when I walked into the tiny shack on Valley Way, someone would say\n\"You're not a captain of a ship, or the master of the sky!\"\nNo, the fisherman didn't care, and so neither did I\n\nAnd for a brief moment, I felt more myself than ever before\n\nLetting the self proclaimed drunkard captain's lessons wash over me like the foamy tops of the sea\n\nMidway through my forehead burned\nAnd my hands raw from driving\nThe captain told me the most important thing I would need to know on the sea\n\n\"Never run the ship into irons\"\nThat's nautical terms for not sailing the boat directly into the wind\n\nIn order to do that though, you have to know where the wind is coming from\n\nAnd you might not have time to look up to the mast\nOr up further to the weathervane\nSo you have to feel where the wind is coming from\nOn your cheeks, and by the tips of the white waves from which direction they're rolling\n\nTo do this, he gave me an exercise\nHe told me to close my eyes, and asked me to feel on my neck which way the wind was blowing\nI already knew I was going to get it wrong\n\"The wind is coming from everywhere, I feel it all over\" I told him\n\"No\", he said, \"the wind is coming from the left. The portside\"\nI sat waiting for him to tell me \"You don't trust yourself\"\n\nBut he didn't, so I said it for him\n\"I don't trust myself\"\n\nHe laughed gentler than the pilot, but still not realising that my failure in the exercise was hitting me at a much deeper level\n\n\"It's not that you don't trust yourself\" he said. \"it's simply that you're not a captain. It isn't what you do\"\n\nThen he told me he wanted me to practise everyday so I would get better\n\n\"Which grocery store do you go to?\" he asked\n\"To the Ralphs in the Palisades\" I replied\n\n\"OK. When you're in the Ralphs in the Palisades\nI want you, as you're walking from your car to the store\nTo close your eyes, and feel which way the wind is blowing\nNow, I don't want you to look like a crazy person crouching in the middle of the parking lot\nBut everywhere you go\nI want you to try and find which way the wind is coming in from\nAnd then, determine if it's from the port or starboard side\nSo when you're back on the boat you have a better sense of it\"\n\nI thought his advice was adorable\nI could already picture myself in the parking lot\nSquinting my eyes with perfect housewives looking on\n\nI could picture myself growing a better sense of which way the wind was blowing\nAnd as I did, a tiny bit of deeper trust also began to grow within myself\nI thought of mentioning it\nBut I didn't\nBecause captain's aren't like poets\nThey don't make metaphors between the sea and the sky\n\nAnd as I thought that to myself\nI realized\nThat's why I write\n\nAll of this circumnavigating the earth\nWas to get back to my life\nSix trips to the moon for my poetry to arise\n\nI'm not a captain\nI'm not a pilot\nI write!\nI write\n", "tessadipietro": "\r\nNo one ever touched me without wanting to kill me\nExcept for a healer on 6th street in Ridgely\nTessa DiPietro,\nRecommended casually by a medium I no longer know\n\nShe said my number-one problem was that my field was untrusting\nWhen asked what to do, she paused and said nothing\nWhich sent me right into uncontrollable sobbing\n\nBecause there's never anything you can do about the important things\n\nShe said \"Okay, one thing you can do is picture the floor rising up to support you,\nAnd sink into the back of the bed that's behind you\nToo much of your energy is in front and above you\"\n\nWhich, for some reason, made me think of a live show I'd seen\nJim Morrison at the Hollywood Bowl, 1968, check date\n\nThe blue trellis lights gave him an unusual aura\nLike a halo or something\nMade him 8 feet or taller\n\nI remember just thinking he looked out of his body\nBut definitely like a god on stage\n\nSo I told her \"Maybe an artist has to function a little bit above themselves,\nIf they really want to transmit some heaven\"\n\nAnd she told me\n\"A singleness of focus is the key to transmission,\nFor an emphasis on developing inner intuition,\nClose your eyes and feel where you hold your attention\n\nIf it's in the back of your eyes\nWalk it down to your heart's centre\nAnd make that the new place from which your thoughts enter\n\nClairvoyance comes mostly from this simple function\nOh - and Jim died at 27\nSo find another frame of reference\nWhen you're referencing heaven\n\nAnd have you ever read the lyrics to 'People are Strange'?\nHe made no sense!\"\n", "quietwaiterblueforever": "\r\nYou move like water sweet baby sweet waiter\nMaking the night smile to no one you cater\nSilent wood worker from midnight till later\nMy lover my laughter my armor my maker\nThe way that I feel with you is something like aching\nInside of my stomach the cosmos are baking\nA universe hung like a mobile\nThe alignment of these planets unique\nIn me the earth moves around the sun\nNo land all sea\nWater world\nSun chaser\nTropic of cancer\nSouthern equater\nI'm the crying crustacean\nSunbathing on paper\nMoon\nLet's rewrite the beginning of this primordial ooze\nShall we my love\nAm I being brazen for saying this year makes me feel\nLike we could've wrote it better\nThan him?\nBut who am I\nJust a girl in love dreaming on paper\nRearranging the salt for the pepper\nIn love with you\nMy quiet waiter\nSummer\nBlue\nForever\nCall me when you're done with work\nI'll pick you up later\nThe darker the better\n", "whathappenedwhenileftyou": "\r\nPerfect petals punctuate the fabrics yellow blue\nSilver platters with strawberries strewn across the room\n\nIn Zimmerman with sandals on one summer dress to choose\n\nThree girls\nEyes rolled\nLoud laughter\nDust specs lit by afternoon\n\nMy life is sweet like lemonade now there's no bitter fruit\nEternal sunshine of the spotless mind\nNo thought of you\n\nMy thoughts have changed\nMy voice is higher\nNow I'm over you\n\nNo flickering in my head movies\nProjected in Bellevue\n\nBecause I captured the mood of my wish fulfilled\nAnd sailed to Xanadu\n\nThe grief that came in waves that rolled I navigated through\n\nThe fire from my wish as wind to future trip to Malibu\n\nNow everything I have is perfect\nNothing much to do\n\nJust perfect florals\nGreen embroidered chairs\nOne dress to choose\n", "happy": "\r\nYou thought I was rich\nAnd I am but not how you think\nI live in a Tudor house\nUnder the freeway in Mar Vista by the beach\nWhen you call I take my phone to the picnic table\nThat I bought from the Rose Bowl\nAnd I listen to the rushing cars above\nAnd I think about the last time you visited me\nThe last time we made love\nHow the noise got louder and louder during rush hour\nUntil it sounded like the sea\nAnd it felt like the ocean was the sky\nAnd that I was flying because you were two feet taller than me\nUntil you took me in your arms\nAnd I could touch the stars\nAnd they all fell down around my head\nAnd I became an angel\nAnd you put me to bed\nHappy\n\nPeople think that I'm rich and I am but not how they think\nI have a truck with a gold key chain in the ignition\nAnd on the back it says: happy, joyous, and free\nHappy\nAnd when I drive\nI think about the last time my friends were driving with me\nHow the radio was so loud that I couldn't hear the words\nSo we became the music\nHappy\n\nThey write that I'm rich and I am but not how they think\nI have a safe I call the boyfriend box\nAnd in it every saved receipt\nEvery movie theater ticket just to remind me\nOf all the things I've loved and lost and loved again\nUnconditionally\nHappy\n\nYou joke that I'm rich and I am but not how you think\nI live in a Tudor house under the freeway\nOff of Rose Avenue, 12 blocks from the beach\nAnd when you call I put your sweater on\nAnd put you on speaker\nAnd chat for hours underneath the trees\nAnd think about the last time you were here lying next to me\nHow the noise from the cars got louder and louder\nDuring rush hour\nUntil it sounded like a river or a stream\nAnd it felt like we were swimming\nBut it wasn't just a dream\nWe were just\n\nHappy\n", "mybedroomisasacredplacenowtherearechildrenatthefootofmybed": "\r\nLast year, when I wrote you my last letter\nThe beginning of my future poetry\nI acknowledged who you really were for the first time\n\nI didn't call you by any other name\nI let you know that I knew the true nature of your heart\nThat it was evil, and that it convinced me that darkness was real\nThat the devil is a real devil\nAnd that monsters don't always know that they're monsters\n\nBut projection is an amazing thing\nAfter you left and burnt the house down\nYou tried to convince me that it was I who was holding the matches\nYou told me that I didn't know who I was, but I do\n\nI love rose gardens\nI plant violets every time someone leaves me\nI love the great sequoias of Yosemite\nAnd if you asked my sister to describe the first thing she thinks of when she thinks of me\nShe would say \"camp fire smoke\"\n\nI'm gentle\nI'm funny when I'm drunk\nBut I haven't been drunk for 14 years\nI go on trips with my friends to the beach who don't know that I'm crazy\nI can do that\nI can do anything\nEven leave you\n\nBecause my bedroom is a sacred place now that there are children at the end of my bed\nTelling me stories about the friends that they pretend to hate, that they will make up with later\nAnd there are fresh cut flowers that I grew myself in vases from the yard on nightstands, hand carved by old pals from Big Sur\n\nAnd the longer I stay here\nThe more I am sure\nBut the more I step into becoming a poet\nThe less I will fall into being with you\n\nThe more I step into my poetry\nThe less I will fall into being with you\nThe more I step into my poetry\nThe less I will fall into bed with you\n", "paradiseisveryfragile": "\r\nParadise is very fragile\nAnd it seems like it's only getting worse\n\nDown here in Florida\nWe're fighting red toxic tides\nMass of fish kills\nNot to mention hurricanes and rising sea levels\n\nBack in Los Angeles, things aren't looking much better\nMy treehouse that'd been standing for 80 years succumbed to the woolsy fire\n\nWho would've thought that this year at 33\nYou would've been taken out from under me\nAfter all those years?\n\nBuilt from the ground up, by hand, by your very first owner\nQuiet World War One, aviation pilot\nI tried to save you but the German Shepherd seemed more important\n\nParadise is very fragile\nAnd it seems like it's only getting worse\n\nOur leader is a megalomaniac\nAnd we've seen that before\nBut never 'cause it was what the country deserved\n\nMy friends tell me to stop calling 911 on the culture\nBut it's either that or I 5150 myself\n\nThey don't understand\nI'm a dreamer\nAnd I had big dreams for the country\nNot for what it could do, but how it could feel\nHow it could think, how it could dream\n\nI know\nWho am I to dream for you?\nIt's just that in my own mind\nI was born with a little bit of paradise\nI was lucky in that way\nNot like my husband\nWho was born and raised in hell\n\nI always had something gentle to give\nAll of me, in fact\nIt's one of the beautiful things about me\nIt's one of the beautiful things about nature\n\nBut lately I've been thinking that I wish\nSomeone had told me when I was younger\nMore about the inhabitants that thrive off of paradise\n\nThat should they take too much\nThere would be nothing left to give\nNot everyone's nature is golden and green\nAnd you can't fight what's in your nature\n\nI got to thinking about it as\nWe were fighting the fires in Agora\nBut I'm tired of fighting you\n\nParadise is very fragile\nAnd it's only getting worse\n\nAnd every time I think of that\nI think about the curse bestowed upon Eve, that fateful eve\nShe took that bite of fruit from that fruitful tree\nAnd this summer night, you in front of me\nMakes me contemplate the origins of good and evil\n\nBecause you take and you take and you take and you take\nBut you taste like the beach and a kiss\nCandy from my eyes\nIn my veins you run citrus\n\nWatercolor images of serpents on orange trees\nArise in my midst\nKundalini, you breathe me\nI could do this forever\n\nBut my heart is very fragile\nAnd I have nothing left to give\n", "barefeetonlinoleum": "\r\nStay on your path Sylvia Plath\nDon't fall away like all the others\n\nDon't take all your secrets alone to your watery grave about\nLovers and -\n\nThe secrets you keep will keep you in deep like Amy and -\nAnd brother\nAnd all of the people you meet on the street will reiterate lies\nThat they uttered\n\nLeave me in peace, I cry\nIn the middle of the night\nOn a slow boat bound for Catalina for no reason\n\nTiny drops of perspiration dot my forehead\nCould be mistaken for dew drops if this were photo season\n\nBut alas this is a real life \u2013 and it's been a real fight just to\nStop my mind from committing treason\nWhy you ask?\nBecause she told the townspeople I was crazy, and the lies, they\nStarted to believe them\n\nBut anyways \u2013 that's all over now\n\nI've moved on, gone scorched earth\nAnd now I'm left wondering where to go from here\nTo Sonoma where the fires have just left?\nSouth Dakota?\n\nWould standing in front of Mount Rushmore feel like the Great\nAmerican homecoming I never had?\n\nWould the magnitude of the scale of the sculptures take the place\nOf the warm embrace I've never got\n\nOr should I just be here now\nBare feet on linoleum\nSlicing vegetables onto water that I will later turn\nInto stew\n\nPeople love my stories\nPeople love visions\n", "whitedress": "\r\nSun stare, don't care with my head in my hands\nThinking of a simpler time\nLike Sun Ra, feel small\nBut I had it under control every time\n\nWhen I was a waitress wearing a white dress\nLook how I do this, look how I got this\nI was a waitress working the night shift\nYou were my man, felt like I got this\nDown at the Men in Music Business Conference\nDown in Orlando, I was only nineteen\nDown at the Men in Music Business Conference\nI only mention it 'cause it was such a scene\nAnd I felt seen\nMm-mm-mm-mm-mm\n\nSummer, sizzling\nListening to jazz out on the lawn\nListening to White Stripes when they were white-hot\nListening to rock all day long\n\nWhen I was a waitress wearing a tight dress handling the heat\nI wasn't famous, just listening to Kings of Leon to the beat\nLike look at how I got this, look how I got this\nJust singing the street\nDown at the Men in Music Business Conference\nI felt free 'cause I was only nineteen\nSuch a scene\n\nSummer, summer's almost gone\nWe were talking about life, we were sitting outside 'til dawn\nBut I would still go back\nIf I could do it all again, I thought\nBecause it made me feel, made me feel like a god\n'Cause it made me feel, made me feel like a god\nSomehow it made me feel, made me feel like a god\n\nWhen I was a waitress wearing a white dress\nLook how I do this, look how I got this\nWhen I was a waitress working the night shift\nYou were my man, felt like I got this\nDown at the Men in Music Business Conference\nDown in Orlando, I was only nineteen\nDown at the Men in Music Business Conference\nI only mention it 'cause it was such a scene\nAnd I felt seen\nMm-mm-mm-mm-mm\n\nWhen I was a waitress wearing a tight dress\nLike, look how I do it, look how I got this\nI was a waitress wearing a tight dress\nLike, look how I do this, look how I got this\n\nIt made me feel, made me feel like a god\nIt kinda makes me feel, like maybe I was better off\n'Cause it made me feel, made me feel like a god\nIt kinda makes me feel, like maybe I was better off\n", "chemtrailsoverthecountryclub": "\r\nI'm on the run with you, my sweet love\nThere's nothing wrong contemplating God\nUnder the chemtrails over the country club\nWe're in our jewels in the swimming pool\nMe and my sister just playing it cool\nUnder the chemtrails over the country club\n\nTake out your turquoise and all of your jewels\nGo to the market, the kids' swimming pools\nBaby, what's your sign?\nMy moon's in Leo, my Cancer is sun\nYou won't play, you're no fun\nWell, I don't care what they think\nDrag racing my little red sports car\nI'm not unhinged or unhappy, I'm just wild\n\nI'm on the run with you, my sweet love\nThere's nothing wrong contemplating God\nUnder the chemtrails over the country club\nWe're in our jewels in the swimming pool\nMe and my sister just playing it cool\nUnder the chemtrails over the country club\n\nMeet you for coffee at the elementary schools\nWe laugh about nothing as the summer gets cool\nIt's beautiful how this deep normality settles down over me\nI'm not bored or unhappy, I'm still so strange and wild\n\nI'm in the wind, I'm in the water\nNobody's son, nobody's daughter\nWatching the chemtrails over the country club\nSuburbia, The Brentwood Market\nWhat to do next? Baby, what of it?\nWhite picket chemtrails over the country club\n\nMy love, my love\n\nWashing my hair, doing the laundry\nLate night TV, I want you only\nLike when we were kids under chemtrails and country clubs\nIt's never too late, baby, so don't give up\nIt's never too late, baby, so don't give up\nUnder the chemtrails over the country club, yeah (You're born in December and I'm born in June)\nUnder the chemtrails, over the country club, yeah (You're born in December and I'm born in June)\n\nMy Cancer is sun and my Leo is moon\nMy Cancer is sun and my Leo is moon\n", "tulsajesusfreak": "\r\nYou should stay real close to Jesus\nKeep that bottle at your hand, my man\nFind your way back to my bed again\nSing me like a Bible hymn\nWe should go back to Arkansas\nTrade this body for the can of gin\nLike a little piece of heaven\nNo more candle in the wind\n\nYou should come back to our place, baby\nDon't be afraid of our love\nOn the second floor, darling\nIn a second flat, hurry up\n'Cause down in Arkansas the stores are all closed\nThe kids in their hoodies, they dance super slow\nWe're white-hot forever and only God knows\n\nYou should stay real close to Jesus\nKeep that bottle at your hand, my man\nFind your way back to my bed again\nSing me like a Bible hymn\nWe should go back to Arkansas\nTrade this body for the can of gin\nLike a little piece of heaven\nNo more candle in the wind\n\nWe'll be white-hot forever\nWhite-hot forever\nWhite-hot forever\nAnd ever and ever, amen\n\nCould I come back to the ranch, baby?\nI had to get away for a while\nJust to rest my nerves, darling\nCan I make you laugh with a smile?\nYou knew when you chose me\nI was nothing but ordinary\nAnd now the wind's blowing, reminding you of what you know\n\nYou should stay real close to Jesus\nKeep that bottle at your hand, my man\nFind your way back to my bed again\nSing me like a Bible hymn\nWe should go back to Arkansas\nTrade this body for that can of gin\nLike a little piece of heaven\nNo more candle in the wind\n\nWe'll be white-hot forever\nWhite-hot forever\nWhite-hot forever\nAnd ever and ever, the end\nWhite-hot forever\nWhite-hot forever\nWhite-hot forever\nAnd ever and ever, amen\n\nYou should stay real close to Jesus\nIf you don't pray, you'll never learn\nKeep that bottle at your hand, my man\nYou know what I'm saying?\nFind your way back to my bed again\nSing me like a Bible hymn\nWe should go back to Arkansas\nI like living here\nTrade this body for the can of gin\nLike a little piece of heaven\nNo more candle in the wind\n", "letmeloveyoulikeawoman": "\r\nI come from a small town, how 'bout you?\nI only mention it 'cause I'm ready to leave LA\nAnd I want you to come\nEighty miles north or south will do\nI don't care where as long as you're with me\nAnd I'm with you and you let me\n\nLet me love you like a woman\nLet me hold you like a baby\nLet me shine like a diamond\nLet me be who I'm meant to be\nTalk to me in poems and songs\nDon't make me be bittersweet\nLet me love you like a woman\nLet me hold you like a baby\nLet me hold you like a baby\n\nI come from a small town far away\nI only mention it 'cause I'm ready to leave LA\nAnd I want you to come (And I need you to come)\nI guess I could manage if you stay\nIt's just if you do, I can't see myself having any fun, so\n\nLet me love you like a woman\nLet me hold you like a baby\nLet me shine like a diamond\nLet me be who I'm meant to be\nTalk to me in songs and poems\nDon't make me be bittersweet\nLet me love you like a woman\n\nTake you to infinity\nLet me love you like a woman (Let me hold you like a baby)\nTake you to infinity\nLet me love you like a woman (Let me hold you like a baby)\nTake you to infinity\n\nWe could get lost in the purple rain\nTalk about the good ol' days\nWe could get high on some pink champagne\nBaby, let me count the ways\n\nLet me love you like a woman\nLet me hold you like a baby\nLet me shine like a diamond\nLet me be who I'm meant to be\nTalk to me in songs and poems\nDon't make me be bittersweet\nLet me love you like a woman\n", "wildatheart": "\r\nWhat would you do if I told you\nYou made me crazy\nTo see your pretty pics on Sunset Boulevard?\nAnd it makes me lazy\nSo I smoke cigarettes\nJust to understand the smog\n\nI love you lots like polka dots\nYou're killing me more\nThan coffee pots and Insta' thots\nWith every drop I pour\nAnd if I had to do it all again\nI would because, babe, in the end\nIt brought me here to you\n\nI left Calabasas, escaped all the ashes, ran into the dark\nAnd it made me wild, wild, wild at heart\nThe cameras have flashes, they cause the car crashes\nBut I'm not a star\nIf you love me, you'll love me\n'Cause I'm wild, wild at heart\nIf they love me, they'll love me\n'Cause I'm wild, wild at heart\n\nWhat would you do if I wouldn't sing for them no more?\nLike if you heard I was out in the bars drinking Jack and Coke\nGoing crazy for anyone who would listen to my stories, babe\nTime after time, I think about leaving\nBut you know that I never do just 'cause you keep me believing\n\nI love you lots, despite the odds\nYou're killing me, John\nAnd all these thoughts brought us apart\nAnd that's okay, too\n'Cause even in the worst of times\nYou saw the best of me\nAnd that's why I stay here with you\n\nI left Calabasas, escaped all the ashes, ran into the dark\nAnd it made me wild, wild, wild at heart\nThe cameras have flashes, they cause the car crashes\nBut I'm not a star\nIf you love me, you'll love me\n'Cause I'm wild, wild at heart\nIf you love me, you'll love me\n'Cause I'm wild, wild at heart\n\n'Cause, baby, I'm wild at heart\nIf you love me, you'll love me\n'Cause I'm wild at heart\nBaby, I'm wild, wild at heart\nIf they love me, they'll love me\n'Cause I'm wild, wild at heart\nIf they love me, they'll love me\n'Cause I'm wild, wild at heart\n", "darkbutjustagame": "\r\n\"It's dark, but just a game\"\nThat's what he would say to me\nThe faces aren't the same, but their stories all end tragically\n(Sweet or whatever, baby)\nAnd that's the price of fame\nA tale as old as time you'd be (Sweet or whatever, baby)\nA pretty little fool to think exceptions to the rule\nJust walk around like you and me, this way\nBut life is sweet or whatever, baby\nYou gotta take them for what they got\nAnd while the whole world is crazy\nWe're getting high in the parking lot\n\nWe keep changing all the time\nThe best ones lost their minds\nSo I'm not gonna change\nI'll stay the same\nNo rose left on the vines\nDon't even want what's mine\nMuch less the fame\nIt's dark, but just a game\nIt's dark, but just a game\n\nIt's dark, but just a game\nSo play it like a symphony\nYou know our love's the same, they'll both go down in infamy\nI was a pretty little thing and God, I loved to sing\nBut nothing came from either one but pain (But fuck it)\nLife is sweet or whatever, baby\nDon't ever think it's not\nWhile the whole world is crazy\nWe're making out in the parking lot\n\nWe keep changing all the time\nThe best ones lost their minds\nSo I'm not gonna change\nI'll stay the same\nNo rose left on the vines\nDon't even want what's mine\nMuch less the fame\nIt's dark, but just a game\nWe keep changing all the time\nThe best ones lost their minds\nSo I'm not gonna change\nI'll stay the same\nNo rose left on the vines\nDon't even want what's mine\nMuch less the fame\nIt's dark, but just a game\nIt's dark, but just a game\nIt's dark, but just\u2014\n", "notallwhowanderarelost": "\r\nI've been wearing the same damn clothes for three damn days\nLincoln, Nebraska's got me in a haze\nThe thing about men like you is you got a lot to say\nBut will you stay?\n\nYou say you got my name on your tattoo\nOpening up doors, pulling out chairs, look at you\nYou talk to God like I do, I think you know\nThe same secrets that I do, I'm talking 'bout\n\nNot all those who wander are lost\nNot all those who wander are lost\nNot all those who wander, all those who wander\nAll those who wander are lost\nIt's just wanderlust\n\nThe thing about being on the road\nIs there's too much time to think\nAbout seasons of old\nAs you pour yourself a drink\n'Cause every time I said no\nIt wasn't quite what I meant\nIf you know what I mean\n\nYou said you got my name as your tattoo\nPulling out chairs, opening doors, look at you\nYou talk to people like I do, I think you know\nThe same things that I do\n\nNot all those who wander are lost\nNot all those who wander are lost\nNot all those who wander, all those who wander\nAll those who wander are lost\nIt's just wanderlust\n\nLook at me, look at you\nLook at what you made me do\nLook at me, look at you\nBible on your tattoo\nLook at me, look at you\nLook at what you made me do\nLook at me, look at you\n\nNot all those who wander are lost\nNot all those who wander are lost\nNot all those who wander, all those who wander\nAll those who wander are lost\nIt's just wanderlust\n", "yosemite": "\r\nSeasons may change\nBut we won't change\nIsn't it sweet how we know that already?\nWinter to spring\nSpring back to fall\nIsn't it cool how nothing here changes at all?\n\nYou make me feel I'm invincible\nJust like I wanted\nNo more candle in the wind\nIt's not like I'm invisible\nNot like before when I was burning at both ends\n\nWe did it for fun, we did it for free\nI did it for you, you did it for me\nWe did it for the right reasons\nWe did it for the right reasons\n\nSeasons may change\nBut we won't change\nIsn't it strange how different we are from all of our friends?\nSeasons will turn\nThe world, it will turn\nThe only thing we'll turn is the pages of all of the poems we burned\n\nHoney, you made me feel I'm invincible\nIt's just like I wanted\nNo more candle in the wind\nIt's not like I'm invisible\nLike I was before, no more burning at both ends\n\nNow I do it for fun, I do it for free\nI do it for you, you did it for me\nWe did it for the right reasons\nWe did it for the right reasons\n\nI remember watching How Green Was My Valley\nThen I was thinking\n\"How deep was the canyon that you came from?\"\nTelevision static was quite overwhelming\nWas it because of the cabin and the candles in the wind?\n\nWe've done it for fun, we've done it for free\nI showed up for you, you showed up for me\nWe did it for the right reasons\nWe did it for fun, we did it for free\n\nWhen I was young 'til eternity\nI'll do it for the right reasons\nWithstanding all the time, changes, and seasons\nRight reasons\n", "breakingupslowly": "\r\nBreaking up slowly is a hard thing to do\nI love you only, but it's making me blue\nSo don't send me flowers like you always do\nIt's hard to be lonely, but it's the right thing\n\nAre these my good years or do I have none?\nAre there really good years for everyone?\nI don't wanna live with a life of regret\nI don't wanna end up like Tammy Wynette\n\n'Cause breaking up slowly is a hard thing to do\nI love you only, but it's making me blue\nSo don't send me flowers like you always do\nIt's hard to be lonely, but it's the right thing to do\n\nGeorge got arrested out on the lawn\nWe might be breaking up after this song\nWill he still love me long after I'm gone?\nOr did he see it coming all along?\n\n'Cause breaking up slowly is a hard thing to do\nI love you only, and it's making me blue\nSo don't send me flowers like you always do\nIt's hard to be lonely, baby, breaking up is hard to do\nBreaking up slowly, baby, breaking up is hard to do\nBreaking up slowly is a hard thing to do\nI love you only, and it's making me blue\nSo don't send me flowers like you always do\nIt's hard to be lonely, but it's the right thing to do\n", "dancetillwedie": "\r\nI'm covering Joni and I'm dancing with Joan\nStevie is calling on the telephone\nCourt almost burned down my home\nBut God, it feels good not to be alone\n\nBut sometimes, this ranch feels like my only friend\nAnd life doesn't always work out like we planned\nWe keep it moving, babe\n\nSo we made it back in the middle of the night\nTo the Louisiana two-step, high and bright\nAnd we won't say when, we won't ask why\nWe won't stop dancing 'til we die\nWe'll keep walking on the sunny side\nAnd we won't stop dancing 'til we die\n\nTroubled by my circumstance\nBurdened by the weight of fame\nClementine's not just a fruit\nIt's my daughter's chosen name\n\nAnd when all the bars close down tonight\nThere's one that stays open just for us, alright\nWe keep dancing, babe\n\nSo we made it back in the middle of the night (We keep dancing, babe)\nTo the Louisiana two-step, high and bright (We keep it moving, babe)\nAnd we won't say when, we won't ask why\nWe won't stop dancing 'til we die\nWe'll keep walking on the sunny side\nAnd we won't stop dancing 'til we die\n\nI went down to Woodside\nI left Berkeley, out of city, out of mind\nKilling it, talking shit, Joan said she was gonna quit\nTearing it up at the Afro-Caribbean two-step\nI left San Francisco\nI've been covering Joni and I'm dancing with Joan\nIt's kinda hard to find love\nWhen you're used to rolling like a rolling stone\n\nSo we made it back in the middle of the night (We keep it moving, babe)\nTo the Louisiana two-step, high and bright (We keep dancing, babe)\nAnd we won't say when, we won't ask why\nWe won't stop dancing 'til we die\nWe'll keep walking on the sunny side\nAnd we won't stop dancing 'til we die\nAnd we won't stop dancing 'til we die\n", "forfree": "\r\nI slept last night in a good hotel\nI went shopping today for jewels\nThe wind rushed around in the dirty town\nAnd the children let out from their school\nI was standing on a noisy corner\nWaiting for the walking green\nAcross the street, he stood\nAnd he played real good\nOn his clarinet for free\n\nNow me, I play for fortunes\nAnd those velvet curtain calls\nI've got a black Limousine and two gentlemen\nWho escort me through these halls\nAnd I'll play if you've got the money\nOr if you're a friend to me\nBut the one-man band by the quick lunch stand\nHe's been playing real good for free\n\nNobody stopped to hear him\nThough he played so sweet and high\nThey knew he had never been on the TV\nSo they passed his music by\nI meant to go over and ask for a song\nMaybe put on a harmony\nI heard his refrain as the signal changed\nHe was playing real good for free\n", "textbook": "\r\nI guess you could call it textbook\nI was lookin' for the father I wanted back\nAnd I thought I found it in Brentwood\nIt seemed only appropriate you'd easily have my back\n\nAnd then there was the issue of her\nI didn't even like myself, or love the life I had\nAnd there you were with shining stars\nStandin' blue with open arms\nYou touched the detriment most of the friends I knew already had\n\nYou've got a Thunderbird, my daddy had one, too\nLet's rewrite history, I'll do this dance with you\nYou know I'm not that girl, you know I'll never be\nMaybe just the way we're different could set me free\nAnd there we were, screamin' \"Black Lives Matter\" in the crowd\nBy the Old Man River, and I saw you saw who I am\nGod, I wish I was with my father\nHe could see us in all our splendor\nAll the things I couldn't want for him\nI screamed for them, oh-oh-oh\nI screamed for them, ah-ah\n\nCould we do this dance again?\nDo you think if I go blonde, we could get our old love back?\nI guess this is really the end\nI never felt jealous before this year, but I'm jealous now\n\nPeople say we're too much alike\nBut maybe, finally, that'll make it right\nIn the end of all these sleepless nights\nOther men I met felt right\nWould smile at you and stick a knife\nIn your back\nFinally, I met you so I'm not wonderin' why\n\nYou've got a Thunderbird, my daddy had one, too\nLet's rewrite history, I'll do this dance with you\nYou know I'm not that girl, you know I'll never be\nMaybe just the way we're different could set me free\nThere we were, screamin' \"Black Lives Matter\" in the crowd\nBy the Old Man River, and I saw you saw who I am\nGod, I wish I was with my father\nHe could see us in all our splendor\nAll the things I couldn't want for him\nI screamed for them, oh-oh-oh\nI screamed for them, ah-ah\n\nOld Man River keeps rollin'\nWith or without him\nOld Man River keeps rollin'\nWithout him, oh, my old man\nOld Man River keeps rollin', oh\n", "bluebanisters": "\r\nThere's a picture on the wall\nOf me on a John Deere\nJenny handed me a beer\nSaid, \"How the hell did you get there?\"\nOh, Oklahoma\nMm-mm, mm\n\nThere were flowers that were dry\nSittin' on the dresser\nShe asked me where they're from\nI said, \"A place I don't remember\"\nOh, Oklahoma (Oh-oh)\n\nJenny jumped into the pool\nShe was swimmin' with Nikki Lane\nShe said, \"Most men don't want a woman\nWith a legacy, it's of age\"\nShe said \"You can't be a muse and be happy, too\nYou can't blacken the pages with Russian poetry\nAnd be happy\"\nAnd that scared me\n'Cause I met a man who\n\nSaid he'd come back every May\nJust to help me if I'd paint my banisters blue\nBlue banisters, ooh\nSaid he'd fix my weathervane\nGive me children, take away my pain\nAnd paint my banisters blue\nMy banisters blue\n\nThere's a hole that's in my heart\nAll my women try and heal\nThey're doin' a good job\nConvincin' me that it's not real\nIt's heat lightning, oh-oh-oh, oh\n\n'Cause there's a man that's in my past\nThere's a man that's still right here\nHe's real enough to touch\nIn my darkest nights, he's shinin'\nOoh-ooh-ooh\n\nJenny was smokin' by the pool\nWe were writin' with Nikki Lane\nI said I'm scared of the Santa Clarita Fires\nI wish that it would rain\nI said the power of us three can bring absolutely anything\nExcept that one thing\nThe diamonds, the rust, and the rain\nThe thing that washes away the pain\nBut that's okay, 'cause\n\nNow when weather turns to May\nAll my sisters come to paint my banisters green\nMy blue banisters grey\nTex and Mex are in the Bay\nChucky's makin' birthday cake\nChickens runnin', bare feet, there's a baby on the way\nAnd now my blue banisters are green and grey, ah-ah\n\nSummer comes, winter goes\nSpring, I skip, God knows\nSummer comes, winter goes\nSpring, I sleep, Heaven knows\nEvery time it turns to May\nAll my sisters fly to me\nTo paint, paint\n", "arcadia": "\r\nMy body is a map of LA\nI stand straight like an angel, with a halo\nHangin' out the Hilton Hotel window\nScreamin', \"Heyo, baby, let's go\"\nMy chest, the Sierra Madre\nMy hips, every high and byway\nThat you trace with your fingertips like a Toyota\nRun your hands over me like a Land Rover\n\nIn Arcadia, Arcadia\nAll roads that lead to you as integral to me as arteries\nThat pump the blood that flows straight to the heart of me\nAmerica, America\nI can't sleep at home tonight, send me a Hilton Hotel\nOr a cross on the hill, I'm a lost little girl\nFindin' my way to ya\nArcadia\n\nMy body is a map of L.A\nAnd my heart is like paper, I hate ya\nI'm not from the land of the palms, so I know I can't stay here\nI'm not native, but\nMy curves, San Gabriel all day\nAnd my lips like the fire licks the bay\nIf you think that you know yourself, you can come over\nLay your hands on me like you're a Land Rover\n\nIn Arcadia, Arcadia\nAll roads that lead to you as integral to me as arteries\nThat get the blood flowing straight to the heart of me\nAmerica, I need a miracle\nI can't sleep at home tonight, send me a Hilton Hotel\nOr a cross on the hill, I'm a lost little girl\nFindin' my way to ya\nArcadia\n\nThey built me up three hundred feet tall just to tear me down\nSo I'm leavin' with nothing but laughter, and this town\nArcadia\nFindin' my way to ya\nI'm leavin' them as I was, five foot eight\nWestern bound, plus the hate that they gave\nBy the way, thanks for that, on the way, I'll pray for ya\nBut you'll need a miracle\nAmerica\n", "blackbathingsuit": "\r\nGrenadine quarantine, I like you a lot\nIt's LA, \"Hey\" on Zoom, Target parking lot\nAnd if this is the end, I want a boyfriend\nSomeone to eat ice cream with and watch television\nOr walk home from the mall with\n'Cause what I really meant is when I'm being honest\nI'm tired of this shit\n\n'Cause my body is my temple, my heart is one too\nThe only thing that still fits me is this black bathing suit\nYou don't know me any better than they do, baby\nMy time is run over, so the only time you'll ever see me\nIs in your dreams, in my black bathing suit\nLookin' at me lookin' over at you real cute 'cause\n\nHe said I was bad, let me show you how bad girls do\n'Cause no one does it better\nHe said I was bad, let me show you how bad girls do\n'Cause no one does it better\n\nSwisher Sweet, magazines, promise you it's not\n'Cause of you that I'm mean, it's my afterthoughts\nAnd what I never said, why there's a price on my head\nIt's nothin' to do with them, it's my karmic lineage\nSo I'm not friends with my mother, but I still love my dad\nUntraditional lover, can you handle that?\n\nI guess I'm complicated, my life's sorta too\nI wish you could see to my soul through this black bathing suit\nYou don't know me any better than they do, baby\n'Cause I sing like an angel, my heart's like one too\nThe only thing that fits is this black bathing suit\nLookin' at me lookin' over at you real cute 'cause\n\nHe said I was bad, let me show you how bad girls do\n'Cause no one does it better\nHe said I was bad, let me show you how bad girls do\n'Cause no one does it better\nThey said I was bad, and I'll show them what bad girls do\n\nMy black bathing suit\n(Oh, let 'em talk about me)\nThey're just yesterday's news\n(They're fucking broke and we're laughin' about them)\nMail me when you get the blues\n(We'll have the last laugh about it)\nBy the way, thanks for the shoes (Haha)\nYour interest really made stacks\nYour interest really made stacks\nYour interest really made stacks out of it\nYour interest really made stacks out of it for me\nSo thanks for that\nYour interest really made stacks out of it for me\nSo thanks for that\nYour interest really made stacks out of it for me\nSo thanks for that\n", "ifyouliedownwithme": "\r\nPut your red boots on, baby, giddy up\nBaby wants a dance, baby gets her way\nDreamy nights, talk to me with that whiskey breath\nTwirl me twice, I'll treat you like a holiday\n\nAnd don't say you're over me\nWhen we both know that you ain't\nDon't say you're over me\nBabe, it's already too late\nJust do what you do best with me\n\nDance me all around the room\nSpin me like a ballerina, super high\nDance me all around the moon\nLight me up like the Fourth of July\nOnce, twice, three times the guy I\nEver thought I would meet, so\nDon't say you're over me\nWhen we both know that you lie\n\nIf you lie down, lie next to me\nLie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie\nIf you lie down, lie next to me\nLie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie\nWhen you lie down, lie next to me\n\nGet your jacket on, be a gentleman\nGet into your truck and pick me up at eight\n'Cause we were built for the long haul freight train\nBurnt by fire without trial like a stowaway\n\nAnd don't say you're over me\nWhen they all know that you ain't\nIf you lay down, lie next to me\n\nDance me all around the room\nSpin me like a ballerina, super high\nDance me all around the moon\nLike six times 'till I'm sick and I cry\nOnce, twice, three times the guy I\nEver thought I would meet, so\nDon't say you're over me\nWhen they all know that you're lying\n\nIf you lie down, lie next to me\nLie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie\nYou lie, you lie\nIf you lie down, lie next to me\nLie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie\nYou lie, you lie\nWhen you lie down, lie next to me\n", "beautiful": "\r\nLets keep it simple, babe\nDon't make me complicated\nDon't tell me to be glad when I'm sad\nI really hate that\nI try not to be bad\nHe's interested, he's holding me back\nIf I could be more like you, I would\nBut I can't, and I'm glad about that\n\nWhat if someone had asked Picasso not to be sad?\nNever known who he was or the man he'd become\nThere would be no blue period\nLet me run with the wolves, let me do what I do\nLet me show you how sadness can turn into happiness\nI can turn blue into something\n\nBeautiful, beautiful\nBeautiful like you\nBeautiful, beautiful\nBeautiful like you\n\nLet's keep it simple, babe\nWe can't afford to change it\nDon't turn me into somethin' I'm not\nThere's no way to sustain it\nI try not to hold back\nIt seems either way it makes you mad\nSo I'll be who I'll be if you think that that's cool\nThen I'll take you back\n\nWhat if someone had asked Picasso not to be sad?\nNever known who he was or the man he'd become\nThere would be no blue period\nLet me run with the wolves, let me do what I do\nLet me show you how sadness can turn into happiness\nI can turn blue into something\n\nBeautiful, beautiful\nBeautiful like you\nBeautiful, beautiful\nBeautiful like you\n\nBeautiful, beautiful\nBeautiful like you\nBeautiful, beautiful\nBeautiful like you\n", "violetsforroses": "\r\nThere's something in the air\nThe girls are runnin' 'round in summer dresses\nWith their masks off and it makes me so happy\nLarchmont Village smells like lilies of the valley\nAnd the bookstore doors are opening\nAnd it's finally happening\n\nEver since I fell out of love with you I fell back in love with me\nAnd, boy, does it feel sweet\nLike a summer breeze\nEver since I fell out of love with you I fell back in love with the city\nLike the Paramount sign sparkling\nSparkling just for me\n\nYou made me trade my violets for roses\nYou tried to trade in my new truck for Rollses\nDon't forget all of these things that you love are the same things I hate\nA simple life, I chose this\nYou made me trade my violets for roses\nYou tried to take all the pink off my toes, and\nGod knows the only mistake that a man can make\nIs tryna make a woman change and trade her violets for roses\n\nAh-la-ha, ah-ha\nTrade her violets for roses\nAh-la-ha, ah-ha\n\nThere's something in the air\nI hope it doesn't change, that it's for real\nThe beginning of something big happening\nAnd by the murder alleys\nIn the streets have ceased\nAnd still the shadows haunt the avenue\nThe silence is deafening\n\nEver since I fell out of love with you I fell back in love with the streets\nAnd, God, does it feel sweet\nLike a summer breeze\nEver since I fell out of love with you I breakdance to the backbeat\nAnd, God, does it sound sweet\nLike it's playing just for me\n\nYou made me trade my violets for roses\nYou tried to trade in my new truck for Rollses\nDon't forget all of these things that you love are the same things I hate\nA simple life, I chose this\nYou made me trade my violets for roses\nYou tried to take all the pink off my toes, and\nGod knows the only mistake that a man can make\nIs tryin' to make a woman change and trade her violets for roses\n\nAh-la-ha, ah-ha\nTrade her violets for roses\nAh-la-ha, ah-ha\nTrade her violets for roses\n(Ah-la-ha, ah-ha)\n\nThere's something in the air\nThe girls are runnin' 'round in summer dresses\nWith their masks off and it makes me so happy\n", "dealer": "\r\nPlease don't try to find me through my dealer\nHe won't pick up his phone\nPlease don't try my father either\nHe ain't been home for years\nI know I'm no spirit seeker\nI can't sleep through the tears\nI get lost in the ether\n\nI check it, I wreck it, I turn it around\nI gave you all my money, gave you all my money\nGave you all my money, gave you all my money\nI don't wanna live\nI don't wanna give you nothing\n'Cause you never give me nothing back\nWhy can't you be good for something?\nNot one shirt off your back\nWhy can't you be good for something?\nNot one shirt off your back\n\nPlease don't try to find me through my dealer\nHe won't pick up his phone\nPlease don't try my doctor either\nHe won't take any calls\nHe's no fucking spirit healer\nHe just can't stop to talk\nBut he's gone now for the weekend\n\nI check it, I wreck it, and I'll explain\nI gave you all my money, gave you all my money\nGave you all my money, gave you all my money\nI don't wanna live\nI don't wanna give you nothing\n'Cause you never give me nothing back\nWhy can't you be good for something?\nNot one shirt off your back\nWhy can't you be good for something?\nNot one shirt off your back\n\n555\nPlease don't try to find me through my dealer\n9275, 555\nNow you've got a busy tone\nHe won't pick up his phone\nAll circuits are busy, goodbye\nAll circuits are busy, you're high\nPlease don't try my father either\nAll circuits are busy, goodbye\nAll circuits are busy, you're high\nHe ain't been home for years\n", "thunder": "\r\nYou roll like thunder\nWhen you come crashin' in\nTown ain't been the same\nSince you left with all your friends\nYou roll like thunder\nWhen you come crashing in\nRegattas in the wind\nThat's why you're visiting\n\nYou act like fucking Mr. Brightside when you're with all your friends\nBut I know what you're like\nWhen the party ends\n\nJust do it\nJust do it, don't wait\nJust do it\nJust do it, don't wait\n\nYou roll like thunder\nPourin' all your drinks\nThe party's lit and you, my friend, half-cut when it begins\nYou roll like thunder\nYou're tryna catch that wind\nThat lightning in the bottle\nThat moonbeam in your hand\n\nAnd you try to see the bright side when each new day begins\nBut you're not satisfied\nAt the rainbow's end\n\nJust do it\nJust do it, don't wait\nI don't wanna wait\nJust do it\nJust do it, don't wait\n\n'Cause if you're on fire, you're on fire (Just do it)\nJust keep burnin', 'til rain (Just do it, don't wait)\nBaby, keep me ablaze\nHoney, if you're on fire, you're on fire (Just do it)\nJust keep burning, keep me alive (Just do it, don't wait)\nSpare your blade\n\nJust do it\nJust do it, don't wait\nIf hello just means goodbye then honey, better walk away\nJust do it\nJust do it, don't wait\nIf hello just means goodbye then baby, better walk away\nJust do it\nJust do it, don't wait\n'Cause I don't wanna wait\nJust do it\nJust do it, don't wait\n\n(Just do it)\n(Just do it, don't wait)\nIf you're on fire, you're on fire\nYou should just keep burning\n(Just do it)\n(Just do it, don't wait)\n(Just do it)\n(Just do it, don't wait)\n", "wildflowerwildfire": "\r\nHere's the deal\n'Cause I know you wanna talk about it\nHere's the deal\nI promise you, like, a million tomorrows\nHere's the deal\nWhat I can promise is I'll lie down\nLike a bed of wildflowers\nAnd I'll always make the sheets\nSmell like gardenias wild at your feet\nAnd I nourish you hazily\n\nBaby, I, I, I, I've been runnin' on stardust\nAlone for so long\nI wouldn't know what hot fire was\nHot fire, hot weather, hot coffee\nI'm better with you\nIt's strange, but it's true, darling\n\nNot to turn into a wildfire\nTo light up your night\nWith only my smile and nothing that burns\nBaby, I'll be like a wildflower\nI live on sheer willpower\nI'll do my best never to turn into something\nThat burns, burns, burns\nLike the others, baby, burns, burns, burns\n\nHere's the deal\n'Cause I know you wanna talk about it\nHere's the deal\nYou say there's gaps to fill in, so here\nHere's the deal\nMy father never stepped in when his wife would rage at me\nSo I ended up awkward but sweet\nLater then hospitals, and still on my feet\nComfortably numb, but with lithium came poetry\n\nAnd baby, I, I've been running on star drip\nIV's for so long\nI wouldn't know how cruel the world was\nHot fire, hot weather, hot coffee, I'm better\nSo I turn, but I learn (It from you, babe)\n\nNot to turn into a wildfire\nTo light up your night\nWith only my smile and nothing that hurts\nBaby, I run like a wildflower\nI live on sheer willpower\nI promise that nothing will burn you\nNothing will burn, burn, burn\nLike the others, baby, burns, burns, burns\nBurn, burn, burn (Like the others, baby)\nLike the others, baby, burns, burns, burns\n\nIt's you from whom I learn, learn, learn\nIt's you from whom I learn, learn, learn\n", "nectarofthegods": "\r\nOoh-ooh-ooh\nOoh-ooh-ooh\n\nWhat cruel world is this? Nectar of the Gods\nHeroin gold in my veins, and you in my thoughts\nI'm on the freeway racing at a million and I just can't stop\nI call you up twice, hang up the phone, call again, I wanna talk\n\nI get wild on you, baby\nI get wild and fuckin' crazy like you never knew, knew, knew\nI get wild on you, baby\nI get wild and fuckin' crazy like the color blue, ooh-ooh\n\nWhat sweet world is this? Honey on the vine\nSchool kid dreams came true then passed in the night\nI used to dream about people like you, now I don't know why\nI used to sing about people like you, now I just get high\n\nI get wild on you, baby\nI get wild and fuckin' crazy like you never knew, knew, knew\nI get wild on you, baby\nI get wild and fuckin' crazy like the color blue, ooh-ooh\n\nOoh-ooh-ooh\nOoh-ooh-ooh\nOoh-ooh-ooh\nOoh-ooh-ooh\nOoh-ooh-ooh\n\nI get wild on you, baby\nI get wild and fuckin' crazy like you never knew, ooh, ooh\nI get wild on you, baby\nI get wild and fuckin' crazy like the color blue, ooh-ooh\n\nCaliforn-I-A, homeland of the Gods\nOnce I found my way but now I am lost\n", "livinglegend": "\r\nBlackbirds will sing in the same key\nAs you play in the shoes that I bought you\nAnd sweet baby Jane don't know a thing\nAbout my songs but she knows I'm a monsoon\n\nAnd baby you, all the things you do\nAnd the ways you move, send me straight to heaven\nAnd baby you, what you never knew\nWhat I never said, is you're my living legend\n\nHipsters will sing just like a dream\nIn Sin-\u00e9 or the back Brooklyn bayou\nBut you never cared about my name\nAnd darling I never meant to defy you\n\nBut baby you, all them things you do\nAnd those ways you moved, send me straight to heaven\nAnd baby you, I never said to you\nYou really are my living legend\n\nI got guns in the summertime and horses too\nGuns in the summertime and horses too\nI never meant to be bad or unwell\nI was just living on the edge\nRight between Heaven and Hell\nAnd I'm tired of it\n\nOh, all the things you do\nAnd the ways you move, send me straight to heaven\nAnd baby you, what I never said to you\n'Cause you really are my living legend\n\nWhy, why, why\nWhy, why, why\nWhy, why, why\nWhy, why, why\n\nMy living legend\nMy living legend\nMy living legend\nMy living legend\n", "cherryblossom": "\r\nWhat you don't tell no one, you can tell me\nLittle ghost, tall, tan like milk and honey\nYou're very brave\nAnd very free\n\nI push you high, cherry blossom on your sycamore tree\nWhat you don't tell no one, you can tell me\n\nSwing it high like Jesus, wild and free\nDandelions in your hair, baby\nYou're very brave\nAnd there's much to see\n\nI push you high, cherry blossom on your sycamore tree\nWhat you don't tell no one, you can tell me\n\nAnd when you're scared\nI'll be right here\nYou feel afraid\nMommy is there\nIt's a cruel, cruel world\nBut we don't care\n'Cause what we've got\nWe've got to share\n\nWhat you don't tell no one, you can tell me\nLittle ghost, blonde hair with lemonade tea\nThere's much to learn\nAnd so much to see\n\nI push you high, Angelina, on your sycamore tree\nWhat you don't tell no one, you can tell me\n", "sweetcarolina": "\r\n(Okay)\nDon't have to write me a letter\n'Cause I'll always be right here\nCloser to you than your next breath, my dear\n\nWe love every hair on your head\nLove you like God loves you\nAnd you say that you're scared\nMight be unprepared for havin' the baby blues\n\nBaby blues, baby blues\nIf things ever go wrong\nJust know this is your song and we love you\n\nYou name your babe Lilac Heaven\nAfter your iPhone 11\n\"Crypto forever\" screams your stupid boyfriend\nFuck you, Kevin\n\nWe love every freckle you have\nWe love you like God loves you\nIf you're ever stressed out, just dance in the night\nIf you get those baby blues\n\nBaby blues, baby blues\nIf things ever go wrong\nJust know this is your song and we love you\n\nPink slippers all on the floor and woven nets over the door\nIt's as close as we'll get to the dream that they had\nIn the one night sixties, and\nJason is out in the lawn\nAnd he powerwashes every time things go wrong\nIf you're stressed out, just know you can dance to your song\n'Cause we got you\n\nIf you get the blues, baby blues\nJust know this is your song\nIt'll live on and on, way past me and you\nIf you get the blues, baby blues\nYou've got us, we've got you\nSo there's nothing to lose, and we love you\n\nSo don't write me a letter\nI'll always be right here\nCloser to you than your next breath, my dear\n", "1949": "\r\nCarry me up them stairs\nWith my white socks on\nAnd my pretty song\nYou like my blue nail polish?\nWhat is all this? You said\nOf the mess upstairs\nDon't be scared\n\nDaddy dearest, you know\nHow I like to take trips\nPops, first stops at the K-Mart, buy me my peach lip-gloss\nCigarettes and lollipops\nFor our trip across the USA\n\nWe're gonna party like it's 1949\nWe're in the Pontiac from July to July\nGonna see it all before he says goodbye\nGonna party like it's 1949\n\nCarry me up the stairs\nWith my white socks on\nAnd my blonde hair long\nYou like my pin-up bodice and the solace\nThat comes with the midnight air\nAnd my icy stare\n\nIt's the clearest when it's me and him alone\nHe stops, he talks about all the ways he used\nTo about all ways he used to [?]\nDinerettes and soda pops for our trip across the USA\n\nWe're gonna party like it's 1949\nWe're in the Pontiac from July to July\nGonna see it all before he says goodbye\nGonna party like it's 1949\n\nDaddy likes Blackpool Pleasure Beach and road stops\nMe, I like the Swiss Alps souvenir gift shops\nLate night, midnight radio show talks\nHim and me, a big jailbreak\n\nPonytail and lollipops, dinerettes and soda pops\nNew blue bathing suit, ruched tops and Cadillacs\nBlue lake, Carter Docks, hopscotch, hot talk\nAlabama hard knocks, motel brass locks\n", "afraid": "\r\nI'm America's sweetheart\nTryna get away\nYou make it hard to leave\nBut it's easier for me to stay\nWhy I'm so afraid\n\nAnd I've had it up to here\nWith the fighting, baby, we're\nNot fooling anyone these days\nI don't wanna stray\nBut boy, I'm so afraid\n\nBut it's not love that keeps me here\nAnd it's not what you want to hear\n\nSo I'm going\nBack to Santa Monica\nNew York to L.A\nNever coming back, boy\nNo matter what you do or say\n'Cause I'm so afraid\nAnd I've had it up to here\nWith the panic and the fear\nThere's nothing in your heart\nThought that I could make you change\nI'm so afraid\n\nWe were just teenagers when we fell in love\nDriving in your fast car\nLooking at the stars above\nBut it was not enough\nYou should never come between\nA woman and her dream\nAnd a man who never knew his place\nThere's no easy way\nTo come back from where you came\n\nSo, I'm going\nBack to Santa Monica\nNew York to L.A\nNever coming back, boy\nNo matter what you do or say\n'Cause I'm so afraid\nI-I've had it up to here\nWith the panic and the fear\nNothing in your heart, boy\nI thought that I could make you change\nBut I'm so afraid\n\nAnd it's not love, it's just the fear\nThat you've put down for all these years\n\nBut I'm leaving now\nI'm going\nBack to Santa Monica\nNew York to L.A\nNever coming back, boy\nNo matter what you do or say\nI am done being afraid\nOh, I've had it up to here\nWith the panic and the fear\nThere's nothing in your heart\nI thought that I could make you change\nBut I'm so afraid\n\nOh, it's not love that keeps me here\nIt's not love that keeps me here\nI'm done being afraid\nI'm done being afraid\nOh, oh, oh\n", "allsmiles": "\r\nAll dressed up, with nowhere to go\nThat's the story of the girl you know\nMe\nI'm all smiles but inside I frown\n'Cause I've seen you walking around with Betty Lou\nDidn't I tell you what I heard about her?\n\nIt don't matter to you\nIt don't matter to you\nIt don't matter to you what them other girls do\nYou'll date anyone, you'll date anyone\n\nAre they more fun than me, baby?\nI'm smiling, the New Jersey queen\nAnd you're the best thing I ever seen\nSo won't you pull up your white corvette\nJimmy, let me get a better look at your face\nI know it ain't doing\nBut I know what you like\nSo come on inside and I'll fix you ice-cream\nA little banana split for you, Jim\n\nYou're so fine, you're like silk la roux\nGuess that's why you keep slipping through my fingers\nYou're the state's number one\nEverybody knows it\nYou smile all the time\n'Cause how can you not show it\nWhen even you know\nThat you're so\nTo die for, to die for\nWhat do I need to get high for?\nWhen I have you\nWhen I have you\n\nIt don't matter to you\nIt don't matter to you\nIt don't matter to you what those other girls done\nI'm gonna prove to you\nI'm gonna prove to you\nYou'll never find nobody more fun\n\nDah, dah, dah\nMore fun\n", "angelsforever": "\r\nIs the sun in your eyes, easy rider?\nDo the flame-colored skies light your fire?\nWe are heavy-metal lions\nThey will never understand\nThe kind of people you or I am\nBow your heads and take your hands\n\nThey were angels forever (forever, forever)\nForever angels (angels, angels)\nThey were angels forever (forever, forever)\nForever angels (angels, angels)\nThey were angels forever\nForever angels\nThey were angels forever\nForever angels\n\nDoes the ocean inspire, easy rider?\nDo the stars and the wind take you higher?\nYou are California proud\nYou are angels of the night\nRock 'n' roll guardians now\nThe last keepers of the light\n\nThey were angels forever (forever, forever)\nForever angels (angels, angels)\nThey were angels forever (forever, forever)\nForever angels (angels, angels)\nThey were angels forever (forever, forever)\nForever angels (angels, angels)\nThey were angels forever (forever, forever)\nForever angels (angels, angels)\n\nParadise is a hell-colored flame sky\nIs it nice to feel free and wild?\nParadise is a game of do-or-die\nI just ride, ride, ride\n\nThey were angels forever (forever, forever)\nForever angels (angels, angels)\nForever angels\nThey were angels forever (forever, forever)\nForever angels (angels, angels)\nThey were angels forever (forever, forever)\nForever angels (angels, angels)\nThey were angels forever (forever, forever)\nForever angels (angels, angels)\n", "architecture": "\r\nMy baby used to dance underneath my architecture\nTo the Houses of the Holy, smoking on them cigarettes\nMy baby used to dance underneath my architecture\nHe was cool as heck, he was cool as heck\n\nBut you were so obsessed with writing\nThe next best American record\nThat there was nothing left by the time we got to bed\nBaby, that's a shame\nYou were so obsessed with writing\nThe next best American record\nYou did it all for fame\nYou did it all for fame\n\nYou did it all for fame\nTell me how it treats you now\nYou did it all for fame\nHow does that taste coming out?\nYou did it all for fame\nBaby, how's life treating you now that it's over?\n\nMy baby used to dance underneath my architecture\nHe was seventies in spirit, nineties in his frame of mind\nMy baby used to dance underneath my architecture\nWe lost track of space, we lost track of time\n\nBut you were so obsessed with writing\nThe next best American record\nThat there was nothing left by the time we got to bed\nBaby, that's a shame\nYou were so obsessed with writing\nThe next best American record\nYou did it all for fame\nYou did it all for fame\nYou know what I'm talking about\n\nYou did it all for fame\nTell me how life treats you now\nYou did it all for fame\nHow does that taste coming out?\nNow that you lost the game\nHoney, how's life treating you now that it's over?\nBaby, how you feeling now that I told ya?\n\nIt's you, all the roads lead to you\nEverything I want and do\nAll the things that I say\nIt's true, all the roads lead to you\nLike the 405 I drive through\nEvery night and every day\nI see you for who you really are\nWhy the thousands of girls love the way Bill plays guitar\n\nYou did it all for fame\nTell me how life treats you now\nYou did it all for fame\nHow does that taste coming out?\nYou did it all for fame\nHoney, how's life feeling now that it's over?\nBaby, how's life treating you now that I told ya?\nHoney, how's it feeling now that I told you?\nHoney, how's it feeling? I told you\nHoney, how's it feeling?\nHoney, how's it feeling? I told you\n", "axlrosehusband": "\r\nYou my Axl Rose husband\nBlue hydrangea\nWhite Pontiac heaven\nMe your red, white and blue girl\nStar spangled danger\nYou my heavy-metal king, king\n\nI said, \"Daddy, I need you\" (yes)\nGreenwich, I need you\nStrangled up in ivy\nI'm the garden of Eden\nLady Liberty\nTeal whip flame I'm shinin'\nQueen, queen\n\nYou're my one king daddy\nI'm your little queen\nRed, white, and blue\n\nYou're my one king daddy\nAnd I'm your little queen\nRed, white and blue\nWhite and blue\n(White and blue)\n(White and blue)\n\nRecord executive I\nNeed you to live, I\nSomeone come replace you\nShould I happen to meet you\nDowntown, or see you\nI would fall down dead\nI'm bereaved by you\nBereaved by you\n\nIn blue denim I meet you\nBarefoot I need you\nDiamond horseshoe sparkling\nYou're my king Jewish maven\nKids on vacation\nFlorida Keys are calling\nCome back to me\nCome back to me\n", "babybluelove": "\r\nI'm on fire but what can I do?\nI'm singing in the choir but I'm looking at you\nI'll be outside pick me up after school, baby blue\nBaby blue\n\nPour me up a bit of that liquid courage\nLooking so good, like an Axl Rose\nCutting school listening to techno music\nWill we ever do right? God knows\n\nMe and Claudeen at the Seven Eleven\nSmoking in the back, in our mini skirts\nTake us back to class, so we look like heaven\nYou say I'm so fine that it hurts\n\nI'm on fire but what can I do?\nI'm singing in the choir but I'm looking at you\nI'll be outside pick me up after school\nIn your Thunderbird, baby blue\nThunderbird, baby blue\nBaby blue\n\nBaby if you want to join our entourage\nPaint your face on it here we go\nPlatinum, keeping 'em so dangerous\nKeeping it cool yeah, God knows\nRiding around town blue and leather\nWalking them streets like the queen of hearts\nLaughing at nothing we're alone together\nWhere your night ends, ours starts\n\nI'm on fire but what can I do?\nI'm singing in the choir but I'm looking at you\nI'll be outside pick me up after school\nBaby blue\nBaby blue\n\nWill you or wouldn't you do anything to have me?\nWill you or won't you do anything to love me?\n'Cause I'm a bad girl and I got a good plan\nBank across the street, you're a dangerous man\nThey ask you who's sweet, you tell them I am, baby blue, baby blue\n\nI'm on fire but what can I do?\nI'm singing in the choir but I'm looking at you\nI'll be outside pick me up after school\nIn your Thunderbird, baby blue\nThunderbird, baby blue\nBaby blue\n", "backtothebasics": "\r\nC'mon\n\nBaby we could go\nBack to the basics\nTrailer park love\nWearing them ASICS\nAnd gold\n\nI can speak Spanish\nYou can sing for the neighbours\nYou've been pretty stupid\nEver since you got famous\n\nUh-oh, uh-oh, wrong side\nOf the tracks, boy\nUh-oh, uh-oh, if only\nWe'd go backward\n\n'Cause nobody does it like you\nI like the way that you move\nThat's why I never go through\nWith leaving you\n\nEverybody's saying that\nYou're no good for me\nYour friends all swear\nThat you've changed but\nI still keep it O.G\nThis tune could be a reminder\nOf how it all used to be\nSo shut up, and come on\nSing our song\n\nAnd let's go back to the basics\nLet's go back to the basics, baby\nBack to the basics\nWhen you're not wasted\nI know you'll see\n\nBaby we could go\nBack to the basics, (c'mon)\nWe were best friends\nCrazy and shameless in love\n\nYou can mow the lawn for money\nI can make you playlists\nYou bought me dimebags\nFelt like we were famous\n\nUh-oh, uh-oh, best I\nEver had boy\nUh-oh, uh-oh, can you\nRemember that, boy?\n\nNobody knew what we knew\nWe had it figured out too\nUs against the world just\nMe and you (ooh-ooh)!\n\nEverybody's saying that\nYou're no good for me\nYour friends all swear\nThat you've changed but\nI still keep it O.G\nThis tune could be a reminder\nOf how it all used to be\nSo shut up, and come on\nSing our song\n\nAnd let's go back to the basics\nLet's go back to the basics, baby\nBack to the basics\nWhen you're not wasted\nI know you'll see\n\nWe could drive forever, my baby\nWe could leave it all and never look back\nIf you wanted heaven, baby\nSit back in my pink Cadillac\n\nEverybody's saying that\nYou're no good for me\nYour friends all swear\nThat you've changed but\nI still keep it O.G\nThis tune could be a reminder\nOf how it all used to be\nSo shut up, and come on\nSing our song\n\nOoh, ooh, ooh-ooh\n\nEverybody's saying that\nYou're no good for me\nYour friends all swear\nThat you've changed but\nI still keep it O.G\nThis tune could be a reminder\nOf how it all used to be\nSo shut up, and come on\nSing our song\n\nAnd let's go back to the basics\nLet's go back to the basics, baby\nBack to the basics\nWhen you're not wasted\nI know you'll see\n", "backfire": "\r\nSalvatore, you can def be my baby blue\nBe my mafiosi rock 'n' roll high\nBack to Malibu in our trailer park for two\nWe're like Sid and Nancy loving the fight\n\nWe got a jumper\nGot a jumper\nGot a jumper\nGot a jumper\nMy man's crazy and his mind isn't right\nBut I like him, fact, I love him\nI can't get e-enough of him\nHe knows only I can save him tonight\n\nI've been waiting on your love\nBaby, for too long now, too long now\nI thought that I could change you like the others\nBut I don't know how, don't know how\nIt's gonna backfire\nIt's gonna backfire, baby\nGonna backfire, gonna backfire, baby\nTold you a million times before\nYes, I'm up for it a million more\n\nI'm tired of fighting you\nSeems like everything I do\nEven when I win, I lose with you, man\nAnd it's not something you choose\nYou say trouble follows you\nIt's been like that since the day you began\n\nWe got a jumper\nGot a jumper\nGot a jumper\nGot a jumper\nI know very well you're bringing me down\nI will follow, I will follow\nFor a little piece of heaven\nI am ready, I am willing to drown\n\nI've been waiting on your love\nBaby, for too long now, too long now\nI thought that I could change you like the others\nBut I don't know how, don't know how\nIt's gonna backfire\nIt's gonna backfire, baby\nGonna backfire, gonna backfire, baby\nWe've done it a million times before\nYes, I'm up for it a million more\n\nWe're always taking trips downtown\nOfficer Brown's always coming around\nTapping on our windows, \"Kids, come out\nAin't no way to live, let me show you how.\"\nBut we know we're not gonna change\nKeep hustling every night and day\n\nI've been waiting on your love\nBaby, for too long now, too long now\nI thought that I could change you like the others\nBut I don't know how, don't know how\n\nIt's gonna backfire\nIt's gonna backfire, baby\nGonna backfire, gonna backfire, baby\nDone it a million times before\nAnd I'll run for it a million more\n", "badboy": "\r\nMy baby likes me fresh in my white kicks\nI'm sweet like cherry pie, and he likes this\nI buy him drinks and he buys me cigarettes\nHe thinks that we're a little bit like Romeo and Juliet\nThrow me 'round like a hot potato, if he want the butter, then say so\nIt's wrong, but well, it's okay though\nIt's okay though\n\nBaby ghetto love\nMama knows I like the bad boys\nBaby ghetto love\nJust like daddy was a bad boy\nOoh, aah\nTake me out tonight, baby save my life\nOoh, ooh\nTake me out tonight, baby save my life\nTrue love, true love, true love\nIt never dies, it never dies, it never dies\nTrue love, true love, true love\nIt never dies, it never dies\n\nMy baby likes me fresh in my white kicks\nHe thinks it's a little like hair, tits, lips, sips\nIt doesn't really matter that I do my lipstick all day long, all day long\nMy baby likes me fresh in my white kicks\nDear Bonnie and Clyde, it's just like this\nHe thinks a little like my polka dot dress on\nHe like my hair long\n\nBaby ghetto love\nYou know no one loves you better\nBaby ghetto love\nYou can be oh be no better\nOoh, ooh\nTake me out tonight, baby save my life\nOoh, ooh\nTake me out tonight, baby save my life\n\nSave my life, save my life, save my life\nSave my life, save my life, save my life\nSave my life, save my life, save my life\n'Cause true love never dies\nIt's what I want\nWhen I see what's up high\nTrue love never dies\n\nBaby ghetto love\nMama knows I like the bad boys\nBaby ghetto love\nJust like daddy was a bad boy\nTrue love, true love, true love\nIt never dies, it never dies, it never dies\nTrue love, true love, true love\nIt never dies, it never dies\n", "bbmbaby": "\r\nI be BBM'ing you\nTelling you\nAll the things I'm gonna do to you\nWhen you get home baby\nMaking love then yelling, ooh\nNothing I would rather do\nThan flirt and talking dirty, you\nLove me, hate me\n\nIt's like it's your job to work me up\nTreating me nice, and then treating me rough\nAnd I don't know why, but I can't get enough\nI like it, I like it\nAnd I know that I'm making you nuts\nMiddle of the night and when I'm waking up\nI don't know why, but you can't get enough\nYou like it, you like it\n\nBe my BBM baby\nMiddle of the night, waking up to write\nBe my BBM baby\nI don't wanna fight, you're the one I like\nYeah, yeah, always on my mind\nYeah, yeah, when will you be mine\n\nI be BBM'ing you\nLetting you love me in your letters, ooh\nThe way that you write is crazy\nYour typing is poetical\nRed roses in your message, oh\nI think I met my match in you\nText me, chase me\n\nIt's like it's your job to work me up\nTreating me nice, and then treating me rough\nAnd I don't know why, but I can't get enough\nI like it, I like it\nHe signs XO, hugs, hey\nI know it's true love 'cause my heart goes yay\n\nBe my BBM baby\nMiddle of the night, waking up to write\nBe my BBM baby\nI don't wanna fight, you're the one I like\nYeah, yeah, you're always on my mind\nYeah, yeah, when will you be mine\n\nHe signs XO, hugs, hey\nI know it's true love 'cause my heart goes yay\nHe signs XX, kiss, babe\nI don't wanna fight\nBoy you got me crazed\nIn the middle of the night\nHe writes that he's outside\nI left my window open baby\nYou can come inside\nCall me when you get here\nI'll be ready boy\n'Cause I heart you, you're the one that I adore\n\nSo won't you be my BBM baby\nMiddle of the night, waking up to write\n(So won't you be) be my BBM baby\nI don't wanna fight, you're the one I like\nBe my BBM baby\nMiddle of the night, waking up to write\n(Oh, won't you be) Be my BBM baby\nI don't wanna fight, you're the one I like\nYeah, yeah, you're always on my mind\nYeah, yeah, when will you be mine\nYeah, yeah, you're always on my mind\nYeah, yeah, when will you be mine\n", "bemydaddy": "\r\nHmm\nWhat's up\nWhat's up\nWhat's up\nWhat's up\nWhat's up\nWhat's up\n\nLying on the beach and the hot sun (yeah hot)\nYeah, I want you\nIf you have forgotten how to have fun (c'mon)\nWell, I'll show you\n\nYou rich and I'm wishing, um\nYou could be my mister, yum\nDelicious to the maximum\nChew you up like bubble gum\nYou love me, he wants me\nI think I want you too\n\nYou can be my daddy tonight-night-night\nI'm neon phosphorescent\nOpen like a Christmas present, oh\nYou can be my daddy tonight-night-night\nIf you're seeking heaven\nThen you wanna come and get it, get it\nYou can be my daddy tonight-night-night\nI'm neon phosphorescent\nOpen like a Christmas present, oh\nYou can be my daddy tonight-night-night\nIf you're seeking heaven\nThen you wanna come and get it alright\nBe my daddy tonight\n\nI see you shining bright with your gold chain on (so bright)\nDrinking with your crew (yeah)\nI give you one look and you know that it's on (it's on)\nYes, you do\n\nHe's rich and I'm kissing him, magical musician, uh\nWe driving through the cinema, taste like sugar cinnamon\nHey baby (wha?)\nCome take me (wha?)\nI'll go anywhere with you (yeah)\n\nYou can be my daddy tonight-night-night\nI'm neon phosphorescent\nOpen like a Christmas present, oh\nYou can be my daddy tonight-night-night\nIf you're seeking heaven\nThen you wanna come and get it, get it\nYou can be my daddy tonight-night-night\nI'm neon phosphorescent\nOpen like a Christmas present, oh\nYou can be my daddy tonight-night-night\nIf you're seeking heaven\nThen you wanna come and get it alright\nBe my daddy tonight\n\nWhat's up\nWhat's up\nWhat's up\nWhat's up\nWhat's up\nWhat's up\nWhat's up\nWhat's up\n\nSitting on your lap, singing you my song, ooh-ooh-ooh\nGot a lollipop\nI'll give you some\nAll for you-you-you-you-you-you\n\nYou can be my daddy tonight-night-night\nI'm neon phosphorescent\nOpen like a Christmas present, oh\nYou can be my daddy tonight-night-night\nIf you're seeking heaven\nThen you wanna come and get it, get it\nYou can be my daddy tonight-night-night\nI'm neon phosphorescent\nOpen like a Christmas present, oh\nYou can be my daddy tonight-night-night\nIf you're seeking heaven\nThen you wanna come and get it alright\nBe my daddy tonight\n\nWhat's up\nWhat's up\nWhat's up\nWhat's up\nBe my daddy\nBe my daddy\nBe my daddy\nBe my, be my daddy tonight\n", "beautifulplayer": "\r\nUh, what? Starz, Starz\nLana Del Rey, Lana Del Rey\nSing it to me, sing it to me\n\nYou're so easy to love\nYou make me cuckoo like a turtle dove\nSo hot that I can't get enough, enough of you\nHit me and it felt like a kiss\nYou know it hurts so good, when you do me like this\nSo sad when I hear the girls talk\nWhen I walk by, I start to cry-y-y\n\n(Sing it to me baby)\n'Cause you're a beautiful player\nYou're a beautiful player, baby\nOoh ooh oh oh, oh oh baby\n(How you love that?)\nOoh ooh oh oh, ah, ah, ah\n(Sing it to me, doll)\n\nSunset on a Saturday night\nHaving a drop-top 'bach-ride time of our lives\nHe's selling souls on the boulevard of broken dreams\nAnd faded queens\nLive young like we oughta die fast\n'Cause he's been breaking the law and he's not going back (going back)\nI love him violently all through the night\nAnd yes it's true, I live for you-oo-oo\n\n(Sing it to me baby)\n'Cause you're my beautiful player\n(Sing it to me)\nYou're my beautiful player baby\nOoh ooh oh oh, oh oh baby\n(How you love that?)\nOoh ooh oh oh, oh, oh, yeah\n\nL is for your love that you gave and took away\nO is for the only one I wanted to stay\nV is for my valiant Valium baby\nE is for the X that we took with champagne\n\nI don't wanna leave, I just wanna breathe\nI drive 'em crazy, baby girl, just being me\nI'm not selfish, I can't help it\nI was playing the cards I was dealt-ed\nThe name Starz got a lot of love to give\nRiding down Broke Dream Boulevard in the Benz\nHow you love that? I think too much\nA thin line between insanity and true love\n\nHit me and it felt like a kiss\nBaby if it don't hurt, then I'll have to insist\nWe have just one life to live\nBut true love's more than he can give\n\n(Sing it to me baby)\n'Cause he's my beautiful player\nHe's my beautiful player baby\nOoh ooh oh oh, oh oh baby\n(How you love that?)\nOoh ooh oh oh, ah, ah, ah\n\n(Sing it to me baby)\n'Cause he's my beautiful player\n(Sing it to me)\nHe's my beautiful player baby\nOoh ooh oh oh, oh oh baby\n(How you love that?)\nOoh ooh oh oh, oh, oh, yeah\n", "becauseofyou": "\r\nOn the streets of LA\nWhere the future is now\nWe dance like nobody is watching us\nAnd we live like we want to\nBut it can also get a little crazy\nUnless there's something to hold on to\nFor me, that was true love\n\nI was a young girl, selfish and wild\nLike a fire in L.A\nHot like the summer and mean like a child\nWho keeps crying 'til she gets her way\n(Like a true star)\n\nRock and roll on blare and I was in trouble\nNo one could rock me like you could\nI was a bad girl gone good\n\nLook at me now, I have everything\nYou gave to me and my heart can sing\nI was a kid who could only drink\nDance on tables, making deals with devils\nLike a drunk beauty queen\nFighting the fantasy, hooked on the scene\nAnd it brought me to my knees\nAnd it's all because of you\n(You know what I'm talking about)\n\nIt was a mad world, we lived for fun\nAnd we got shit for free\nHad a face like an angel but inside my heart\nWas as black as a broke movie screen\n(It was pretty sad)\n\nBut then I saw you standing there\nLike a millionaire, give me your number\nCall me before I get stupid\nMake me uncrazy like you did\n\nLook at me now, I have everything\nYou gave to me and my heart can sing\nI was a kid who could only drink\nDance on tables, making deals with devils\nLike a drunk beauty queen\nFighting the fantasy, hooked on the scene\nBut you brought me to my knees\nAnd it's all because of you\n\nIt isn't hard to see you've got a hold on me\nGive me your money, love me to death\nTalk like a baby cause I'm so elated\nHe tell me that I ain't seen nothing quite yet\nI don't wanna lose it\nI'm in love but I didn't choose it\n\nRoses in my hair, dancing in the air\nFeels like I'm flying\nTell me you love me, boy, do it\nIt's just like I thought, I just knew it\n\nLook at me now, I have everything\nYou gave to me and my heart can sing\nI was a kid who could only drink\nDance on tables, making deals with devils\nLike a drunk beauty queen\nFighting the fantasy, hooked on the scene\nYou bring me to my knees\nAnd it's all because of you\nYeah, it's all because of you\n", "behindcloseddoors": "\r\nI like 'em mad, bad baby, you could be the one\nIf you wanna get trashed and have fun\nThrow me wholly in the sky like a pizza pie (Are you crazy?)\nYou take my whole world, baby, and twist it to the right\nThrow me in the air and whoop like dynamite\nBaby you know anytime you can swing by\n\nYou know I like 'em bad, boy\nWrong side of the track, boy, oh\nYou know I like 'em bad boy, like you\n(Like you, you know I do)\nI like a man with kick, yeah\nSo come around and hit me up\nNo other man can lick me like you\n(Like you, you know what you do)\n\nEverybody's saying you're no good for me\nBut they don't see the dirty stuff you do to me\nTell me I should leave nearly every day\nI'm not gonna do it, baby (no way)\nEverybody's saying you're no good for me\nBut they don't see the dirty stuff you do to me\nYou only show a little but you give me more\nBehind, behind, behind\nBehind closed doors\n(No one can see us)\n(I know you like me)\n\nI see my best friends kissing\nTouching all the time\nBut I don't need no jet to write it in the sky\nI see it in his eyes, I'm his cherry pie\n\nYou know I like 'em bad, boy\nThey think you make me sad, boy, no\nThe best I ever had, boy, it's you\n(Like you, you know I do)\nI want a man that's hot, yeah\nTo come around and rock me, yeah\nNo one can dirty talk me\n(Like you, you know what you do)\n\nEverybody's saying you're no good for me\nBut they don't see the dirty stuff you do to me\nTell me I should leave nearly every day\nI'm not gonna do it, baby (no way)\nEverybody's saying you're no good for me\nBut they don't see the dirty stuff you do to me\nYou only shout a little but you give me more\nBehind, behind, behind\nBehind closed doors\nBehind closed doors\n\nEverybody's at the park tonight\nEverybody's at the shore\nEverybody's on the street tonight\nWhat the hell would we do that for?\nEverybody's at the park tonight\nBut we got fireworks galore, behind closed doors\nBehind closed doors\n\nEverybody's saying you're no good for me\nBut they don't see the dirty stuff you do to me\nTell me I should leave nearly every day\nI'm not gonna do it, baby (no way)\nEverybody's saying you're no good for me\nBut they don't see the dirty stuff you do to me\nYou only shout a little but you give me more\nBehind, behind, behind\nBehind closed doors\nBehind closed doors\nBehind closed doors\n", "ben": "\r\nBen's song, another try\nNot that you deserve it right now, Ben\nNo faculties to care and all\nBut I deserve it, I deserve it, I know\n(We can quibble over the history once we make it)\nRight?\n\nLie down, my sad executive love, lie down\nRight now, my man, bored out of his head, right now\nFans turn on a May night\nDarkness assumes the room\nLie back, he does, in the late night\nHands folded back\nCertain of doom\nHold me he sang \"Hallelujah\"\nThe midnight's became my noon\nYou don't know what you do, do ya?\nI am on fire for you\nI'm on fire, I'm on fire\n\nLie down, my sad executive love, lie down\nRight now, my man, bored out of his head, right now\nFans turn on a May night\nDarkness assumes the room\nHold me, hmm\nHold me he say \"Hallelujah\"\nThe midnight's became my noon\nYou don't know what you do, do ya?\nI am on fire for you\nI'm on fire, I'm on fire\n\nLie down, my sad executive love, lie down\nI can smoke if I want to\nI can dance if I want to\nYeah, it's true I want you\nBut don't say you don't want no harm\nIf you can't understand\n'Cause I won't be here long enough for you to be my man\n\nIt's not a very nice ending, but that's what you get, just kidding\n\nGod bless America\nLand that I love\nStand beside her\nAnd guide her\nI don't know anything, hm\n\nThere you are\n", "bentley": "\r\nHe drive up in a summer sky, blue Bentley\nDeath reflecting in his eyes\nThought about all the women who loved me\nI said, \"Oh no!\"\nHe said, \"Get inside\"\nI said, \"Oh no!\"\nHe said, \"Get inside\"\n\nI got into his summer sky, blue Bentley\nSun reflecting in my eyes\nThought about all the fun I had lately\nI said, \"Uh huh\" I said \"I want to drive\"\nI said, \"Uh huh I want, I want to drive\"\nWe drive, we drive\n\nYou say you wanna go swimming in my ring\nIt's green and shimmering\nLike my lipstick, the color of dawn\nLike my lipstick, the color of dawn\nWe got out of his summer sky, blue Bentley\n\nDeath reflecting in the sky\nHe held my hand to the ocean he lead me\nI said, \"Uh huh, I want, I want to die\"\n\"Uh huh, I want, I want to die.\"\n", "bigbadwolf": "\r\nI told you not to go into the woods\nI told you that he wasn't any good\nI told you not to go into the woods\nI told you that he wasn't any good\n\nI'll take the wrong path\nI think I've gone a little off track\nAnd now there's no way back\nYou took all the apples that I had\n\nBut I heart you and I wanna be your girl\nI heart you and I know you'll rock my world\n\n'Cause you rock, rock, rock, rock, rock\nYou know that I want what you got\nYou rock, rock, rock, rock, rock\nBig bad wolf come on and eat me up, up, up\n(I told you not to go into the woods)\n\nBig, bad, naughty rock star\nYour claws are shining bright in the dark\nLifting up my little red skirt\nI know you'll leave me here in the dirt\n\nBut I heart you, and I wanna be your girl\nI heart you, so come back and rock my world\n\n'Cause you rock, rock, rock, rock, rock\nYou know that I want what you got\nYou rock, rock, rock, rock, rock\nBig bad wolf come on and eat me up, up, up\n\nLife is like, like a little game\nThat we like to play, just for fun, just for fun\nYeah, we take nothing seriously, nothing's wrong, make me run, all night long\nHide and seek is how you play with me\nOh, you're tempting me, just for fun, just for fun\nI hear you calling me over city streets, through the trees, mess with me, then you'll leave\nOh, be still my heart, escaping in your cherry-red car\n\n'Cause you rock, rock, rock, rock, rock\nYou know that I want what you got\nYou rock, rock, rock, rock, rock\nBig bad wolf come on and eat me up, up, up\n'Cause you rock, rock, rock, rock, rock\nYou know that I want what you got\nYou rock, rock, rock, rock, rock\nBig bad wolf come on and eat me up, up, up\n", "bigeyes": "\r\nWith your big eyes\nAnd your big lies\nWith your big eyes\nAnd your big lies\n\nI saw you creeping around the garden; what are you hiding?\nI beg your pardon, don't tell me \"nothing\"\nI used to think that I could trust you\nI was your woman\nYou were my knight and shining companion\n\nTo my surprise\nMy love's demise\nWas his own greed\nAnd lullabies\n\nWith your big eyes\nAnd your big lies\nWith your big eyes\nAnd your big lies\n\nI noticed you got hot in summer\nYou had no comfort\nYour shirt was cotton\nYour face was sunburned\nYou paced around like you'd been waiting\nWaiting for something\nYour world was burning and I stood watching\n\nAs I looked on\nThe flames grew high\nYou watched me frown\nI said \"goodbye\"\n\nWith your big eyes\nAnd your big lies\nWith your big eyes\nAnd your big lies\n\nIs it me, was I wrong to have trusted you?\nDid I see what I wanted, what wasn't true?\nWas I wrong to go on like a little fool?\nIt's amazing what women in love will do\n\nWith your big eyes\nAnd your big lies\nWith your big eyes\nAnd your big lies\n", "bigspender": "\r\nThe minute you walked in the joint\nI could see you were a man of distinction, a real big spender\nGood looking, so refined\nSay, wouldn't you like to know what's going on\n\n(Big spender)\n\nSM your boy Smiler iced out\nPaid the cost to floss what's the price now?\nFresh out the gutter, the city begged me to rep it\nCuzzie I came with collateral, getters get me so f' it I'ma (spender)\n\nI plug money in Harrods\nI'm bugs bunny with carrots\nDiamonds on my neck and my arm blinging with class\nThose that always speculated are now beginning to ask are you a (spender)\n\nIf it's mines what is it?\nIf it shines what is it?\nIf you're coming at me with goods and you're tryna pitch it\nI know it's cream o' the crop if it isn't tell me what is it, I'm a (spender)\n\nCash rules, my flash jewels are monumental\nBrass fools just act cool with what credentials?\nIt's second nature, I floss and get it for real\nBlack and yellow diamonds all in my chain I'm definitely ill\n\nLet me get right to the point\nI don't pop my cork for every man I see\nHey big spender\nSpend a little time with me\n\nSpend time or spend paper, smiler grinds\nNever spend dimes I spend major, listen I'm\nThat of a baller, I pick and try it to purchase\nPull paper outta my anus, it's blatant buying's my purpose, I'm a (spender)\n\nRed carpets, red cameras snap snap\nRed cars I said it's standard, that's fact\nJet-setting and living leisurely, dropping\n80 bags on the spot 'cause I got it so it's my pleasure b (spender)\n\nStrong broads are on fours to see who\nConcords and Tom Fords, I'm GQ\nGucci belling me \"Smiler come in to preview\nAll the ish that came today and besides that, we wanna see you\" I'm a (spender)\n\nEnglish kid, distinguished, talk is cheap\nLinguistics, bling bling ish, naughts and Gs\nBrushing shoulders with movers, shakers and bosses\nCall if it's related to getting wagers or profits, I'm a spender\n\nLet me get right to the point\nI don't pop my cork for every man I see\nHey big spender\nSpend a little time with me\n\nCash cow, I splash out on things nice\nCash out, won't back down or think twice\nHit the boutiques, cop some for my honey too\nRepertoire impressive, you comprehending that I'm a true (spender)\n\nThe streets knows I keep dough\nLace you with peep-toes and neat clothes\nHow better could it get, competition are bluffing\nF'ing with the boy wonder I'll leave you wanting for nothing, I'm a (spender)\n\nAin't nothing that no dude can show you\nTrips to Florida, know food in Nobu\nKeys to convertibles that I place in your palm\nLinks of London and the Tiffany that I place on your arm, I'm a (spender)\n\nBig stones, and cribs, homes, the high life\nBig shows and whips, those that I like\nWhen I draw for the Visa leave me alone, I get to swiping\nF the prices I'm in a league of my own I'm a spender\n\nLet me get right to the point\nI don't pop my cork for every man I see\nHey big spender\nSpend a little time with me\n", "blizzard": "\r\nCaught up in a blizzard yesterday\nOught to be alone, or so I say\nI needed a change of scenery\nShe was really starting to annoy me\n\nI went out shopping and planned to go to all them vintage stores\nThen I got tired and ended up in some lame department store\nAnd that's okay, cause I found a really cool belt and\n\nI feel like I'm in high school again\nNever knew how much I missed until then\nAnd I'm happy for this day\nNo matter what you say\nI don't have to be sad like you\n\nI have a commitment Friday night\nFirst I say my prayer then I'm alright\nI sit in my chair, you dim the light\nWhen I look I stare with inner sight\n\nI feel like I'm in high school again\nNever knew how much I missed until then\nAnd I'm happy for this day\nNo matter what you say\nI don't have to be sad like you\n\nMet up with some friends for Thai food\nI liked it but wasn't in the mood\nCan't you see that I'm just feeling blue?\nWhat I do's got nothing to do with you\n\nI feel like I'm in high school again\nNever knew how much I missed until then\nAnd I'm happy for this day\nNo matter what you say\nI don't have to be sad like you\n", "boardingschool": "\r\nEveryone from home\nSays that you're so cool\nCome on, everybody\nTo the boarding school\nEveryone from town\nSays that you're so cool\nCome on, get down\nTo the boarding school\n\nL-L-Let's do drugs\nMake love with our teachers\nCome on, date a townie\nLet his tattooed ass beat you\nI'm a fan of pro-ana nation\nI do them drugs to stop the f-food cravings\nIf you wanna get high with me\nI'm in the back doing crack, drinking P-P-Pepsi\n\nEveryone from home\nSays that you're so cool\nCome on, everybody\nTo the boarding school\nEveryone from town\nSays that you're so cool\nCome on, get down\nTo the boarding school\n\nCheap trailer trash and everyone knows it\nBut she got a great ass and she knows how to show it\nWith American flags on each little finger\nYou're crashing on Wall Street\nWhile I'm blowing up as a singer\n\nIf you wanna get that scholarship\nYale's not a problem, let's solve it\nEducated in the language of doing it\nGet down like your tutor taught you to\nAnd do it\n\nEveryone from home\nSays that you're so cool\nCome on, everybody\nTo the boarding school\nEveryone from town\nSays that you're so cool\nCome on, get down\nTo the boarding school\n\nIf you wanna get that sugar cane\nIf you wanna be that pin-up queen\nYou can, you can\nIf you wanna do that south beach swing\nOr go on a groove, vacationing\nYou can, you can, you can\n\nWhen they said prolific, they weren't kidding\nYou thought that I was just a calendar kitten\nBut now you heard me purring, tiger, you're smitten\nSo let's begin to major in the art of sinning\n\nEveryone from home\nSays that you're so cool\nCome on, everybody\nTo the boarding school\nEveryone from town\nSays that you're so cool\nCome on, get down\nTo the boarding school\n\nGet down, get down\n", "bollywoodhawaii": "\r\nEvery time you walk out on me\nI regress back to the one that I can't see\nHe's someone I have never talked about\nCause I know that we'd both be dead if you found out\nEvery time you tell me that I'm wrong\nI just can't remember how to play along\nThere's something I have never told you\nI'm not really from this world\nThere's something that I've been withholding\nI'm not like every other girl\n\nLoha, loha, maihi, maihi, yoha, yoho\nLoha, loha, maihi, maihi, yoha, yoho\nYou are the one in my dreams that I've waited for\nYou are the one in my dreams that I've waited for\n\nSo if you begin to think that\nMy light might be supernatural\nI'd have to say you're right\n\"You're right, mon cher, it is\"\nI came from a place that your mind can not even imagine\nWe say \"Maha, mahaha, mahaha, maha\"\nAnd we sing\n\nLoha, loha, maihi, maihi, yoha, yoho\nLoha, loha, maihi, maihi, yoha, yoho\nYou are the one in my dreams that I've waited for\nYou are the one in my dreams that I've waited for\n\nI need your love babe\nI need your loving\nI need your love babe\nI need your loving\n", "breakmyfall": "\r\nThe greatest line in history:\nBaby it's not you, it's me\nWhat you think I'm dumb, dumb, baby doll?\nI'm big enough and bad enough\nAnd I can tell when things get rough\nNow nothing that you say can break my fall\n\nOh, oh\nStop right there\nOh, oh\nIf you really care\n\nDon't go and blow it all, it's bad enough baby\nI don't wanna hear you saying it's not you, it's me\nIf there's blood on my hands, you should let me know\nIf you're done with the dance, you should let me go\nBaby you said it all\nThere's nothing you can say to break my fall\n\nGreatest lie in history:\nBaby it's not you, it's me\nDo you really think I'll buy your bullshit boy?\nOoh-oh-oh-oh\nGive a girl her self respect\nYou haven't gone and hurt me yet\nBut you know that I'll crumble if you call\n\nOh, oh\nStop right there\nOh, oh\nIf you really care\n\nDon't go and blow it all, it's bad enough baby\nI don't wanna hear you saying it's not you, it's me\nIf there's blood on my hands, you should let me know\nIf you're done with the dance, you should let me go\nBaby you said it all\nThere's nothing you can say to break my fall\n\nBreak my fall\nOh, oh\nOh, oh\n\nI'm not gonna let you become a martyr\nNot gonna let you pick up the gun\nI'm gonna make this a whole lot harder\nWon't make it easy for you to run\nI'm not gonna let you become a martyr\nNot gonna let you pick up the gun\nI'm gonna make this a whole lot harder\nWon't make it easy for you to run\n\nDon't go and blow it all, it's bad enough baby\nI don't wanna hear you saying it's not you, it's me\nIf there's blood on my hands, you should let me know\nIf you're done with the dance, you should let me go\nBaby you said it all\nThere's nothing you can say to break my fall\nDon't go and blow it all, it's bad enough baby\nI don't wanna hear you saying it's not you, it's me\nIf there's blood on my hands, you should let me know\nIf you're done with the dance, you should let me go\nBaby you said it all\nThere's nothing you can say to break my fall\n", "breakupwithyourgirlfriendimbored": "\r\nYou got me some kind of way (Mm-mm)\nAin't used to feeling this way (Mm-mm)\nI do not know what to say (Yeah, yeah)\nBut I know I shouldn't think about it\nTook one freaking look at your face (Mm-mm)\nNow I wanna know how you taste (Mm-mm)\nI usually don't give it away (Yeah, yeah)\nBut you know I'm out here thinking 'bout it\n\nThen I realize she's right there\nAnd I'm at home like, \"Damn, this ain't fair\"\n\nBreak up with your girlfriend (Girlfriend)\n'Cause I'm bored\nYou can hit it in the morning (Morning)\nLike it's yours\nI know it ain't right\nBut I don't care (Care)\nBreak up with your girlfriend (Girlfriend)\n'Cause I'm bored\n\nThis stuff always happens to me (Mm-mm)\nWhy can't we just play for keeps? (Mm-mm)\nI'm practically on my knees (Yeah, yeah)\nBut I know I shouldn't think about it\nYou know what you're doing to me\nYou're singing my songs in the streets, yeah\nActing all innocent, please (Yeah, yeah)\nWhen I know you out here thinking 'bout it\n\nThen you realize she's right there\nAnd you're at home like, \"Damn, she can't compare\"\n\nBreak up with your girlfriend (Girlfriend)\n'Cause I'm bored\nYou could hit it in the morning (Morning)\nLike it's yours\nI know it ain't right\nBut I don't care (Care)\nBreak up with your girlfriend\n'Cause I'm bored\n\nHating if you want to\nBut I only hate on her 'cause I want you\nSay I'm tripping if you feel like\nBut you without me ain't right\nYou can call me crazy 'cause I want you\nWhen I never even really freaking met you\nYou can say I'm tripping and it ain't right\nBut you without me ain't nice (Ain't nice)\n\nBreak up with your girlfriend (Girlfriend)\n'Cause I'm bored\nYou could hit it in the morning (Morning)\nLike it's yours\nI know it ain't right\nBut I don't care (Care)\nBreak up with your girlfriend (With your girlfriend)\n'Cause I'm bored\n\nWith your girlfriend, girlfriend\nWith your girlfriend, girlfriend (Girlfriend)\nWith your girlfriend\n", "breakingmyheart": "\r\nYou're breaking my heart tonight\nKissing me hard, see Valentino stars delight\nI just wanna party tonight\nWe're breaking all the rules\nBut baby, it all feels so right\nYou're breaking my heart tonight-ight-ight\nTake me for a ride boy\nDon't leave me on the side boy\n\nHey guy, what you doing, I like you a lot\nI been watching you, you're watching me\nI think you're hot, hot\nGold hoops, cherry pie, I'm the apple of his eye\nJean Paul Gaultier, Versace and yayo\n\nI like, I like, I like this roller coaster ride, ride\nDon't leave me on the side boy\n\nYou're breaking my heart tonight\nKissing me hard, see Valentino stars delight\nI just wanna party tonight\nWe're breaking all the rules\nBut baby, it all feels so right\nYou're breaking my heart tonight\nTake me for a ride boy\nDon't leave me on the side boy\n\nHey, fly boy, you cruising faster than the light\nBling is shining bright and you got lightning in your eyes, eyes\nGold chains, kissing fly, leaning on your chrome ride\nVersailles, St. Tropez, lingerie and yayo\n\nI like, I like, I like this roller coaster ride, ride\nDon't leave me on the side boy\n\nYou're breaking my heart tonight\nKissing me hard, see Valentino stars delight\nI just wanna party tonight\nWe're breaking all the rules\nBut baby, it all feels so right\nYou're breaking my heart tonight-ight-ight\nTake me for a ride boy\nDon't leave me on the side boy\n\nYou're breaking my heart tonight\nTake me for a ride boy, don't leave me on the side boy\n\nI know we fight, we go out every night\nBut what do you expect from a Hollywood lifestyle?\nHe says it's wrong, no baby boy, it's right\nPassion is a thing you can't buy, it's hard to find\n\nYou're breaking my heart tonight\nKissing me hard, see Valentino stars delight\nI just wanna party tonight\nWe're breaking all the rules\nBut baby, it all feels so right\nYou're breaking my heart tonight\nTake me for a ride boy\nDon't leave me on the side boy\nYou're breaking my heart tonight\nKissing me hard, see Valentino stars delight\nI just wanna party tonight\nWe're breaking all the rules\nBut baby, it all feels so right\nYou're breaking my heart tonight\nTake me for a ride boy\nDon't leave me on the side boy\n", "butterflies": "\r\nWe're sipping cocktails, looking down upon the riot\nYou whisper \"Baby, love the way you look tonight\nI wanna save you, save you from the world outside.\"\nI know it seems you're all I wanted and much more\nBut then, to tell the truth, I've been through this before\nThey say \"I'll save you, save you\", but they never do\n\nI think you know I want to believe you\nBut in my heart, I know that I'll leave you\nIt's sort of sad how instincts deceive you, or does it please you?\nEverything you say makes me wanna stay\nBut everything you've done makes me wanna run, run\n\nI made the decision that I can't be with you\nWalking out the door but I already miss you\nThinking about how I used to kiss you\nI-I'm getting butterflies, I-I'm getting butterflies\nI make the decision that I'm too good for you\nThen I see you're calling, it's hard to ignore you\nTry to be strong, but babe, I adore you\nI-I'm getting butterflies, I-I'm getting butterflies\n\nWell back in high school, in the yard, we used to fight\nBut you would sneak in through my window every night\n\"I wanna take you, take you to the world outside\"\nWell, I assume it's what I wanted at the time (oh, at the time)\nBut your eyes were like a constant warning sign (oh, warning sign)\n\"I wanna take you, take you\" and I didn't mind\n\nAnd even then I didn't believe you (no)\nYou had a smile so easy to see through\nI know a little part of me will always need you (yes)\nTry to reach you, try to please you (what?)\nEverything you say makes me wanna stay\nBut everything you done makes me wanna run, run\n\nI made the decision that I can't be with you\nWalking out the door but I already miss you\nThinking about how I used to kiss you\nI-I'm getting butterflies, I-I'm getting butterflies\nI make the decision that I'm too good for you\nThen I see you're calling, it's hard to ignore you\nTry to be strong, but babe, I adore you\nI-I'm getting butterflies, I-I'm getting butterflies\n\nI know, I know, I know, we aren't good together\nI can't let go, I'm sure that we should be forever\n\nI look around, there's no one above you\nI think you know that I'll always love you\nAnd baby, I'm bad too, it's not just you\nBut I can't wait forever to trust you\nEverything you say makes me wanna stay\nBut everything you've done makes me wanna run, run\n\nI made the decision that I can't be with you\nWalking out the door but I already miss you\nThinking about how I used to kiss you\nI-I'm getting butterflies, I-I'm getting butterflies\nI make the decision that I'm too good for you\nThen I see you're calling, it's hard to ignore you\nTry to be strong, but babe, I adore you\nI-I'm getting butterflies, I-I'm getting butterflies\n", "butterfliespart2": "\r\nYou're hot for God, but we all got a hunch that\nMaybe you've gone astray\nControl yourself, but it's so hard\nWhen you can look so good on Sunday\nI know he knows that I knew what he's thinking\nI know he knows\nI know he knows that what he's doing is wrong\nBut I just tell him, \"Go on, sing a sad song.\"\n\nMy baby has an eye for pretty things, pretty things\nHe thinks that little girls are butterflies and clips their wings\nSicko, psycho, sicko, but he's my beau\nPuts them on a roller coaster, lures them in with Coca-Cola!\n\nBoy, you've been catching butterflies\nAll the girls believe your lies, don't they?\nBoy, you can pin me up if you like\nA pin-up in a lonely sky, baby\nYou give me butterflies\nYou're catching butterflies\nYou give me butterflies, I'm fluttering, fluttering high\n\nYou're hot to trot, but boy, you got a\nSecret that you cannot betray\nHe likes it hot, you're burning up\nBut baby boy, your secret is safe\nI know he know that I knew what he's thinking\nI know he know\nI know he know that what he's teaching is wrong\nBut, honey, this preacher's song has got me too far gone\n\nMy baby has an eye for girls who sing, girls who sing\nHe's lucky I'm the type, that's his thing, that's his thing\nSicko, psycho, sicko, but he's my beau\nDresses up in rings and rollers, poses as a Holy Roller!\n\nBoy, you've been catching butterflies\nAll the girls believe your lies, don't they?\nBoy, you can pin me up if you like\nA pin-up in a lonely sky, baby\nYou give me butterflies\nYou're catching butterflies\nYou give me butterflies, I'm fluttering, fluttering high\n\nHis butterflies are in a golden cage, safe and bound\nHe puts on \"Lola\" by The Kinks and he dances 'round\nAnd he's so happy that his feet don't even touch the ground\nAnd I'm in love cause I was lost and now I'm finally found\n\nBoy, you've been catching butterflies\nAll the girls believe your lies, don't they?\nBoy, you can pin me up if you like\nA pin-up in a lonely sky, baby\nYou give me butterflies\nYou're catching butterflies\nYou give me butterflies, I'm fluttering, fluttering\n\nFluttering, fluttering\nFluttering, fluttering\nFluttering\n(Psycho, sicko, psycho)\n", "cul8ralligator": "\r\nDon't say I'll see you later alligator, so cute\nWhen you know it's not true\nI know you're seeing her\nBut you can still see me, too\nIf you wanted to, baby\n\nI know they say I'm cheap\nAnd you're two-timing me\nThat's what you get\nWe're in the 21st century\nSo much for chivalry\nI know you'll come to me\nI have a way with men like you, baby\n\nYou're all I wanted, boy, I never needed anybody else\nYour logic's flawed and you've been telling lies to yourself\nWhen you gonna let your little baby come, oh, come to you\nWhen you gonna let me drive you crazy like nobody do\nYou're all I needed boy, I never needed anybody else\nI know you're scared to see me only and nobody else\nWhen you gonna love your baby?\nWhen you gonna love your baby?\n\nI did the Playboy dip that made us famous\nAnd you was watching there with your crew\nI should have known just by the circumstances and who\nI was meeting you through\nThat you were bad news\n\nI know that's not the way\nMost people meet but, hey\nWe're living in the fast lane\nPost-modern day\nYou're not sure you can change\nOr get out of the game\nYou're not the only one\nI've heard say, \"Maybe.\"\n\nYou're all I wanted, boy, I never needed anybody else\nYour logic's flawed and you've been telling lies to yourself\nWhen you gonna let your baby tie you up and drive you crazy?\nYou're all I needed boy, I never needed anybody else\nI know you're scared to see me only and nobody else\nWhen you gonna love your baby?\nWhen you gonna love your baby?\n", "catchrelease": "\r\nSo, I heard you wanna go to Rio, baby\nYes, I seen page six lately, ah\nI told you both them broads was crazy\nHacking in your phone and shit\nDiamonds and pearls, your little girl\nShe got the best, sparkling like a Hollywood movie, ah-ah-ah\n\nIf you got the cash, lock it down tight\nI got the looks, you got my heart right\nAnd you love me, 'cause I'm just like neon\nLighting up your night\n\nGive it to me, give it to me, everything\nYou know how I like my world on a string\nI didn't want nothing from you\nJust to be like you, my king\n\nI thought that you wanted a real girl, baby\nYou lured me in with all your gold\nCatch and release, and you're so cold\nAre you crazy?\nYou didn't know what kinda fish you caught\n'Cause I am a shark, beware of my bark\nI'll eat you up like the center of a tootsie pop\n\n'Cause we were a match in heaven, high\nOnly one catch, Frank was the boss, right?\nAnd it's so sad, 'cause the only way\nThat you know how to love is fight\n\nGive it to me, give it to me, everything\nYou know how I like my world on a string\nI didn't want nothing from you\nJust to be like you, my king\n\nGive it to me, give it to me, everything\nYou know how I like my world on a string\nGive it to me, give it to me, everything\nYou know how I like my world on a string\nYou know how I like my world on a string\nYou know how I like my world on a string\nYou know how I like my world on a string\n", "caughtyouboy": "\r\nEverything you do, everything I like\nOn the radio, dancing in the night\nFlowers in my hair, roses on the vine\nYou can be my guy, and I'm your baby, right?\n\nMy, my, apple of my eye\nLooking really hot while I make ya cherry pie\nShow me what you got, got a sparkle in your eye\nYou're so high\n\nI'm yours and I'm free and I'm fun\nI'm wild as can be, and I want\nI want you boy, I want you boy\nI'm cool and I'm calm\nA dangerous army of one and I caught\nCaught you boy, I caught you boy\n\nEvery way I move, every way you like\nPulling on my dress, holding me too tight\nI know we'll probably lose, only got tonight\nBut I love the way we kiss, love the way we fight\n\nMy, my, looking really fly\nLike the way the bling on your pinkie ring shine\nYou spin me really fast and you catch me in the sky\nI'm so high\n\nI'm yours and I'm free and I'm fun\nI'm wild as can be, and I want\nI want you boy, I want you boy\nI'm cool and I'm calm\nA dangerous army of one and I caught\nCaught you boy, I caught you boy\n\nI wish I may, I wish I might\nHave my one true love tonight\nWill you be mine?\nOh hi, looking kinda shy\nCause the way you put your hands on me\nWell I, I can barely breathe\nBaby boy you make me sigh-igh-igh-igh\n\nI'm yours and I'm free and I'm fun\nI'm wild as can be, and I want\nI want you boy, I want you boy\nI'm cool and I'm calm\nA dangerous army of one and I caught\nCaught you boy, I caught you boy\n\nThunder in the air, trouble on my mind\nHold me in the dark, kiss it all behind\nBaby don't be scared, come on honey, smile\nEverything is fine now, everything is fine\n\nMy, my, talking all night\nLaughing really hard and it makes me wanna cry\nI love our playing house, love our dressing-up nights\nDrinks on ice\n\nI'm yours and I'm free and I'm fun\nI'm wild as can be, and I want\nI want you, I want you\nI'm cool and I'm calm\nA dangerous army of one and I caught\nI caught you, I caught you\n\nI caught you boy, I caught you boy\nI caught you, I caught you\nI caught you boy, I caught you boy\nI caught you, I caught you\n", "chelseahotelno2": "\r\nI remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel\nYou were talking so brave and so sweet\nGiving me head on the unmade bed\nWhile the limousines wait in the street\nBut those were the reasons and that was New York\nWe were running for the money and the flesh\nAnd that was called love for the workers in song\nProbably still is for those of them left\n\nAh, but you got away, didn't you baby?\nYou just turned your back on the crowd\nYou got away, I never once heard you say\nI need you, I don't need you\nI need you, I don't need you\nAnd all of that jiving around\n\nI remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel\nYou were famous, your heart was a legend\nYou told me again you preferred handsome men\nBut for me you would make an exception\nAnd clenching your fist for the ones like us\nWho are oppressed by the figures of beauty\nYou fixed yourself, you said, \"Well, never mind\nWe are ugly, but we have the music.\"\n\nAh, but you got away, didn't you baby?\nYou just turned your back on the crowd\nAnd you got away, I never once heard you say\nI need you, I don't need you\nI need you, I don't need you\nAnd all of that jiving around\n\nI don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best\nI can't keep track of each fallen robin\nI remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel\nThat's all, I don't even think of you that often\n", "childrenofthebadrevolution": "\r\nTake me in your fast car, Mercedes\nKissing on your neck while you drive, he, he\nDoesn't care, I'm always on my Blackberry\nAll the time, all the time, buying into every lie\n\nI'm a flashy little lush, but he thinks I'm really fine\nNotorious and wild, takes me where I'm gonna shine\nWhere the bad boys roll hard, dressing like James Dean\nAnd the vixen starlets feels so good to be\n\nWe're children of the bad revolution\nAnd partying's the only solution\nIn our minds, there ain't any confusion\nAbout who we are and what we're gonna be\nWe're gonna get free, free, free, free, free, free, free\nGet free\n\nBaby, we are chancers on the scene\nGlamour in the gutters, only so RT\nSick graffiti artists and tabloid queen\nMix it up, mix it up\nEvery 'do you've ever seen\n\nWe're acting really tough\nLike the world belongs to us\nCause it does, yeah, it must\nWhat we do creates the buzz\nWhere the bad boys blow smoke\nJust like they're James Dean\nAnd the it girls blow kisses\nJust like Marilyn\n\nWe're children of the bad revolution\nAnd partying's the only solution\nIn our minds, there ain't any confusion\nAbout who we are and what we're gonna be\nWe're gonna get free, free, free, free, free, free, free\nGet free\n\nRun for our lives\nBreak outta the chains\nSo cutting edge\nCreate our own games\nDJs, rock stars, posers we are\nThe new politicians\nThe celebrity editions\nAnd it's so pornographic, then it's tragic\nNothing magic makes us free\nTo be what we wanna be, wanna be\n\nWe're children of the bad revolution\nAnd partying's the only solution\nIn our minds, there ain't any confusion\nAbout who we are and what we're gonna be\nWe're children of the bad revolution\nAnd partying's the only solution\nIn our minds, there ain't any confusion\nAbout who we are and what we're gonna be\nWe're gonna get free, free, free, free, free, free, free\nGet free\nWe're gonna get free, oh\n", "comewhenyoucallmeamerica": "\r\nA-M-E-R-I-C-A\nAh-ah-ay\n\nCome when you call me\nCome when you call me\n\nJust like you wanna know why\nJust like you said so, night\nI can do whatever I want\nYou can do whatever you\nIt's just like I always wanted\nJust like I always knew\n\nRiding my time\nHave a night life\nHave a night life\nHead to head\nGun to gun\nNow we're gonna\nHave some fun\n(Hey-ah)\n\nCome when you call me\nCome when you call me\n\nThis what I wanna know why\nJust like you said so, night\n(Hey-ah)\n\nRiding my time\nHave a night life (have a night life)\nI know what you\nBeen looking for\nI think I got\nAll that and more\nI think I know\nWhat you been trying\nSaying, \"Everybody wants a little time.\"\n\nCome when you call me\nCome when you\n(A-M-E-R-I-C-A)\n\nJust like you wanna know why\nJust like you said so, night\n(A-M-E-R-I-C-A)\nI can do whatever I want\nYou can do whatever you\nThis is like I always wanted\nJust like I always knew\n(Tell me a story, daddy)\n\nCome when you call me\nCome when you\n(A-M-E-R-I-C-A)\n\nYou can say whatever\nYou gonna say about me\n(A-M-E-R-I-C-A)\nYou can say whatever\nYou gonna say about me\n(A-M-E-R-I-C-A)\nYou can say whatever\nYou gonna say about me\n(I like you, I like)\n(A-M-E-R-I-C-A)\n\nHey-ah, ooh\nHey-ah, ooh\nStay in your room\nGet in your bed\nMaybe they can get me\nInside your head\n(A-M-E-R-I-C-A)\nTell me a story, daddy\n", "criminalsruntheworld": "\r\nFingertips in the shape of a gun\nRaise it up to your heart, pow, done\nRuby lips pop pink bubblegum\nBye bye baby, bye bye sun\nI'm Lana Del Rey from the U.S. of A\nGodfather ordered up a hit from the grave\nYou know why I'm here so I'm not gonna say\nFucking up your life in every possible way\n\nCause criminals run\nYeah, the criminals run\nCriminals run the world\nCriminals run\nYeah, the criminals run\nCriminals run the world\n\nBlack bra, red dress, make-up on\nI'm the new politician\nIt ain't rock, but you done rolled\nBye bye baby, loser, I won\nLana Del Rey from the U.S. of A\nA figment of your imagination\n\nCriminals run\nYeah, the criminals run\nCriminals run the world\nCriminals run\nYeah, the criminals run\nCriminals run the world\n\nAll my boys raise your voice let me hear it\nL. Del Rey, yay! Wanna hear you cheer it\nCriminals run\nYeah, the criminals run\nCriminals run the world\nOh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh\n\nWe're in the future now\nYou can't be weak\nTechnology and money\nYou have live life deadly\nDeadly, deadly, deadly\nWe're in the future now\nYou can't be weak\nTechnology and money\nYou have live life deadly\nDeadly, deadly, deadly\n\nCriminals run\nYeah, the criminals run\nCriminals run the world\nCriminals run\nYeah, the criminals run\nCriminals run the world\n\nAll my boys raise your voice let me hear it\nL. Del Rey, yay! Wanna hear you cheer it\nCriminals run\nYeah, the criminals run\nCriminals run the world\nOh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh\n", "crookedcop": "\r\nMy baby daddy a crooked cop\nI know it's stupid but I cannot stop\nI like the way that you move the stick\nAnd every way when you make it sick, ah-ah\n\nHe got a bad reputation on the streets, but\nIn the house you're like a bag full of sweets, what?\nHe says I'm his snowflake ice queen, oh\nI just can't, 'cause he treat me so mean, oh\n\nAh-ah-ah-ah, I like it\nAh-ah-ah-ah, I like it\nAh-ah-ah-ah, I like it, ooh\n", "daddyissues": "\r\nLights (lights)\nCamera, acci\u00f3n\nLights (lights)\nCamera, acci\u00f3n\n\nYou say you a bad guy\nYou-you-you a bad guy\nThat's why everyone likes you\nThey say that you're so fun\nAnd you're so cool\nThey call you Baby Blue\nBecause it's your favorite color, boy\nI'm not like every other little girl\nHe knows that too\n\nA-A-A-A-A-And they call you Baby Blue\nBecause it's your favorite color\nA-A-A-A-A-And they call you Baby Boy\nBecause they like you, oh\n\nIt's not a joke how much I like you\nI know I played it off, but I lie to you\nYou say hi, say hi, boo\nEveryone knows why I do what I do\n\nThis is dangerous\nI need your kiss to survive\nThis is hard to resist\nI would advise\nIt's nice, ice, baby\nHow much I'm liking you\nStone cold, baby\nRock, rock, baby, throw your money, come and pay me\nRock, rock, baby, throw your money, come and save me\nRock, rock, baby, you don't wanna come and save me?\n\nBaby Blue\nBecause it's your favorite color\nBaby Blue\n\nYou're always so high\nYou're such a tough guy\nWhat happened to boy I knew\nHow come you got so bad\nRemember what we had\nRemember my Baby Blue\n\nA-A-A-A-A-And they call you Baby Blue\nBecause it's your favorite color\nA-A-A-A-A-And they call you Baby Boy\nBecause they like you, oh\n\nThe city is dangerous\nI need your kiss to survive\nThe city is my dirtiest\nI would advise\nIt's nice, ice, baby\nHow much I'm liking you\nStone cold, baby\nRock, rock, baby, throw your money, come and pay me\nRock, rock, baby, throw your money, come and save me\nRock, rock, baby, you don't wanna come and save me\nRock, Baby Blue\n", "damnyou": "\r\nI won't cry myself to sleep like a sucker\nI won't cry myself to sleep\nIf I do, I'll die\nNow, you fall asleep with another\nDamn you\n\n'Member how we used to escape for the summer?\nFireworks and sparklers would light up the black skies\nWe'd hold on tight for our lives to each other\nHello, hello, where did you go?\n\nWe were two kids living life on the run\nLike the American dream, baby\nNothing to lose and we'd get messed up for fun\nWe went too fast, too young\n\nBut I won't cry myself to sleep like a sucker\nI won't cry myself to sleep\nIf I do, I'll die\nNow, you fall asleep with another\nDamn you\nDamn you\n\nFlowers in my hair, and your breath smelled like whiskey\nPromise anywhere that I go, take you with me\nDancing on your feet, like a child, to the radio\nHello, hello, where did you go?\n\nWe were two kids living life on the run\nOf the American dream, baby\nNothing to lose and we'd get messed up for fun\nWe went too fast, too young\n\nBut I won't cry my self to sleep like a sucker\nI won't cry myself to sleep\nIf I do, I'll die\nNow, you fall asleep with another\nDamn you\nDamn you\nDamn you\nDamn you\n\nEvery once in a lifetime\nDreams can come true\nNow and then, when the stars shine\nYou meet somebody like you\n\nAnd I won't cry myself to sleep like a sucker\nI won't cry myself to sleep\nIf I do, I'll die\nI pray your life is sweet, you fucker\nDamn you\nOh, oh, damn you\nDamn you\n", "danceformoney": "\r\nI like them over 50 (oh, really?)\nI like to dance for money (oh, honey)\nI like em over 50 (oh, honey)\nI like to dance for money\n\nLemonade, motorcycles\nLemonade, motorcycles\nLemonade\n\nI'll be your private dancer\nI wear my gold nail polish\nYou like the way I wear my hair up\nI like your ivy lie\n\nI like em over 50 (uh huh)\nI like to play for money (uh huh)\nI like em over 50 (uh huh)\nI like to play for money\n\nLemonade, motorcycles\nLemonade, motorcycles\nLemonade, motorcycles\n\nI can be your summertime\nBaby, you can call me May\nI can be your champagne wine\nYou can love me in my gold lam\u00e9\n\nI'll be your private dancer (yes, yes I will)\nI wear my gold nail polish (y-yes I will)\nYou like the I wear my hair up\nI like your ivy lie\n\nYes, yes I do\nYes, yes I do\nAnd I know\nI need you for a while\nI need you for a while (yes, yes)\nI need you for a while (yes, yes, yes, yes)\n\nI'll be your private dancer\nI wear my gold nail polish\nYou like the way I wear my hair up\nI like your ivy lie\n(Yes, yes, I do, yes, yes)\nI'll be your private dancer (yes)\nI wear my gold nail polish\nYou like the way I wear my hair up\nI like your ivy lie\n", "dangerousgirl": "\r\nHe's my drugstore cowboy\nItalian alloy, classical American\nAnd I'm America's sweetheart\nChic, delicious, sweet tart\nSipping on my Diet Coke\nSinging in the trailer park\n\nHe like my jeans tight (Yeah)\nHe likes me mean, right? (Right)\nHe like my long hair, corset, heels high\nWe were born to kill, stripped for success\nI'm his sweet mess\nDo you love me? Yes, yes\nHell yes!\n\nBaby, I'm a four alarm fire\nAnd I'm what you desire\nLike a siren in the night\n(Going Nero, Nero)\nBaby you's a man on the wire\nRisking all that you got\nFor the love of your life\n(You're my hero, hero)\n\nLet me be your dangerous girl\nLet me be your dangerous girl\nLet me be your dangerous girl\nLet me be your dangerous girl\n\nHe's the get-rich-quick type\nMafioso-hit type\nGirl, I'm gonna marry him\nI'm the bad girl next door\nBaby's always wanting more\nBuying diamond jewelry\nTake me to the Jersey Shore\n\nHe like my mink white (White)\nWe go out all night (Night)\nWe're living off the grid\nShining in the crime light\nWe were born to kill, best of the best\nThe new Wild West\nHoney, put on that party dress\nHell yes!\n\nBaby, I'm a four alarm fire\nAnd I'm what you desire\nLike a siren in the night\n(Going Nero, Nero)\nBaby you's a man on the wire\nRisking all that you got\nFor the love of your life\n(You're my hero, hero)\n\nLet me be your dangerous girl\nLet me be your dangerous girl\nLet me be your dangerous girl\nLet me be your dangerous girl\n\nMe and my baby planning world domination\nTogether, taking over our fair nation\n'Cause we're born to kill, keeping it fresh\nGold chain, white mesh\nFame is the name of the game\nYes, yes (Yes, yes, yes, yes)\n\nBaby, I'm a four alarm fire\nAnd I'm what you desire\nLike a siren in the night\n(Going Nero, Nero)\nBaby you's a man on the wire\nRisking all that you got\nFor the love of your life\n(You're my hero, hero)\nBaby, I'm a four alarm fire\nAnd I'm what you desire\nLike a siren in the night\n(Going Nero, Nero)\nBaby you's a man on the wire\nRisking all that you got\nFor the love of your life\n(You're my hero, hero)\n\nLet me be your dangerous girl\nLet me be your dangerous girl\nLet me be your dangerous girl\nLet me be your dangerous girl\n\nBaby, I'm a four alarm fire\nAnd I'm what you desire\nLike a siren in the night\n(Going Nero, Nero)\nBaby you's a man on the wire\nRisking all that you got\nFor the love of your life\n(You're my hero, hero)\n\nLet me be your dangerous girl\nLet me be your dangerous girl\nLet me be your dangerous girl\nLet me be your dangerous girl\n", "darkparadisedemo": "\r\nI got the ice\nYou got the fire\nI've got the stuff\nTo take you higher\n\nAh, that's how you played it\n\nI got the brains\nYou got the money\nThis is a race\nLet's go fast honey\n\nAh, that's how you played it\n\nCome on pretty baby\nI'll be taking you down\nThey say you got crazy\nLike, all over town\n\nEvery time I close my eyes\nIt's like a dark paradise\nNo one compares to you\nI'm scared that you\nWon't be waiting on the other side\n\nEvery time I close my eyes\nIt's like a dark paradise\nNo one compares to you\nBut there's no you\nExcept in my dreams tonight\n\nI got the brains\nYou got the money\nThis is a race\nLet's go fast honey\n\nAh, that's how you played it\n\nCome on pretty baby\nI'll be taking you down\nThey say you got crazy\nLike, all over town\n\nEvery time I close my eyes\nIt's like a dark paradise\nNo one compares to you\nI'm scared that you\nWon't be waiting on the other side\n\nEvery time I close my eyes\nIt's like a dark paradise\nNo one compares to you\nBut there's no you\nExcept in my dreams tonight\n\nOh oh oh oh, ha ha ha ha\nI don't want to wake up from this tonight\nOh oh oh oh, ha ha ha ha\nI don't want to wake up from this tonight\n\nThere's no relief, I see you in my sleep\nAnd everybody's rushing me, but I can feel you touching me\nThere's no release, I feel you in my dreams\nTelling me I'm fine\n\nEvery time I close my eyes\nIt's like a dark paradise\nNo one compares to you\nI'm scared that you\nWon't be waiting on the other side\n\nEvery time I close my eyes\nIt's like a dark paradise\nNo one compares to you\nBut there's no you\nExcept in my dreams tonight\n\nOh oh oh oh, ha ha ha ha\nI don't want to wake up from this tonight\nOh oh oh oh, ha ha ha ha\nI don't want to wake up from this tonight\n\nOh oh oh oh, ha ha ha ha\nI don't want to wake up from this tonight\nOh oh oh oh, ha ha ha ha\nI don't want to wake up from this tonight\n", "daytonameth": "\r\nIt's like a Hollywood movie\nThe black and white waves sparkling truly\nMy man likes to watch me while I watch TV\nWhile he's t-t-touching me\n\nI remember vintage green wallpaper\nYour criminal arms, I couldn't feel safer\nKing Creole daddy, chasing that paper\nI l-l-love you\n\nBaby you'll never be old in my eyes\nWith your golden grill true love never dies\nWe're forever young in paradise\nAs long as you got the Chevrolet, I will ride\nI will ride\nI will ride\n\nBaby you know mama never had much money\nBut I plan on using this face to pay, honey\nGive me give me give me give\nYou're so funny, love you 'til I die\n\nWho's living life like it's the Belvedere\nSwinging all night on the crystal chandelier\nBring that velvet Elvis over here\n\nCome on, baby you never know 'til you try\nBaby you never live 'til you die\nBaby you never love 'til you're mine\nC'mon you're mine, you're mine, you're mine\n", "delicious": "\r\nI don't know why you're looking at those other girls\nI'm delicious\n\nThey're disgusting\nI'm delicious\nThey disgust me\nI'm delicious\nLet's discuss this\nI'm delicious\nDelicious\nThey're disgusting\nI'm delicious\nThey disgust me\nI'm delicious\nLet's discuss this\nI'm delicious\nDelicious\n\nMy, my, apple of my eye\nI think you're really hot\nAnd I want you to be mine\nI like the way the bling on your pinky ring shine\nAy, ay, ay\n\nKeep them other girls at bay or\nI will blow them all away\nKeep them other girls at bay or\nI will blow them all away\n\nThey're disgusting\nI'm delicious\nThey disgust me\nI'm delicious\nLet's discuss this\nI'm delicious\nDelicious\nThey're disgusting\nI'm delicious\nThey disgust me\nI'm delicious\nLet's discuss this\nI'm delicious\nDelicious\n\nI'm in South Beach\nIn my white tee\nI see this bad thing\nI think she like me\nHe's from South Beach\nIn his white tee\nSaid that I could\nBe his wifey\n\nMy, my, think you're really fly\nDon't look at all the other girls\nBye bye\nKiss me really hard baby\nHold me really tight\nAy, ay, ay\n\nKeep them other girls at bay or\nI will blow them all away\nKeep them other girls at bay or\nI will blow them all away\n\nThey're disgusting\nI'm delicious\nThey disgust me\nI'm delicious\nLet's discuss this\nI'm delicious\nDelicious\nThey're disgusting\nI'm delicious\nThey disgust me\nI'm delicious\nLet's discuss this\nI'm delicious\nDelicious\n\nI'm free and I'm fresh and I'm fun\nI'm wild as can be and I want, want you boy\nI want you boy\nI'm cool and I'm calm\nA dangerous army of one and I caught\nCaught you boy, I caught you boy\n\nI'm delicious\nYou can't touch this\nI'm that bitch that\nYou can't fuck with\nShe's delicious\nI'm 'a cuff it\nShe that bitch that\nI wanna fuck with\n", "disco": "\r\nDisco\nGoGo dancer so rare\nMove down, up slow\nProstitute stare\nI do what I like\nI just don't care\n\nI am my only god\nI am my only god\nI am my only god\nNow\n\nBlack eyes\nShort dress\nLet's break it down\nYou shoot and I pose\nPolaroid frown\nI'll do what you like\nI won't make a sound\n\nI am my only god\nI am my only god\nI am my only god\nNow\n\nIcon\nYoung star\nHeroin fiend\nJust sit and I'll sing\nI'll be your queen\nYou know how I like\nThat celebrity type\nPoor me\n\nI am my only god\nI am my only god\nI am my only god\nNow\n", "dreamgirl": "\r\nI can be your dream girl\nI can be your dream girl\n\nWhen you wake up to the day\nAnd see the city, dark and gray\nYou can already see the curtain coming down\nSitting, open up your files\nRight click JARs to see her smile\nTransfer to your heart, and let the world go 'round\nShoo-wop shoo, baby\n\nI can be your dream girl\n(Shoo-wop shoo, baby)\nI can be your dream girl\n(Shoo-wop shoo, baby)\nWhen it all gets too much\nDarling, I'm soft to the touch\nHush, hush and stop your rushing\nI can be your dream girl, baby\n\niPhone ringing, boss is screaming\nOn the TV, news streaming\nIt means nothing to you though, you tune it out\nClose your eyes and change the station\nSwitch the pictures on your wavelength\nPut me on your playlist, I'm your favorite song\nShoo-wop shoo, baby\n\nI can be your dream girl\n(Shoo-wop shoo, baby)\nI can be your dream girl\n(Shoo-wop shoo, baby)\nWhen it all gets too much\nDarling, I'm soft to the touch\nHush, hush and stop your rushing\nI can be your dream girl, baby\n\nCandlelight burns twice as bright, baby burns half as long\nSo keep your fire burning, so you always love me strong\nShoo-wop, shoo-wop\nWhoa-whoa\nShoo-wop, shoo-wop\nWhoa, baby\nShoo-wop, shoo-wop\nWhoa-whoa\nShoo-wop, shoo-wop\nWhoa, baby\n\nNow it's night time, driving uptown\nCity's sparkling, but you shut down\nSo you signal right and turn your engine off\nCars fly by you, stars beside you\nTurn that radio inside you\nTune the station that's playing the one you love\nShoo-wop shoo, baby\n\nI can be your dream girl\n(Shoo-wop shoo, baby)\nI can be your dream girl\n(Shoo-wop shoo, baby)\nI can be your dream girl\nI can be your dream girl\nWhen it all gets too much\nDarling, I'm soft to the touch\nHush, hush and stop your rushing\nI can be your dream girl, baby\nI can be your dream girl, baby\n", "drive": "\r\nI've been out on that open road\nYou can be my full-time daddy, white and gold\nSinging blues has been getting old\nYou can be my full-time baby, hot or cold\n\nDon't break me down (Me down, me down)\nI've been traveling too long (Too long, too long)\nI've been trying too hard\nWith one pretty song (Hmm-hmm)\n\nI hear the birds on the summer breeze\nI drive fast, I am alone at midnight\nBeen trying hard not to get into trouble\nBut I, I've got a war in my mind\nSo, I just drive, just drive\nJust drive, just drive\n\nDying young and playing hard\nThat's the way my father made his life an art\nDrink all day and we talk 'til dark\nThat's the way the road dogs do it\nLight 'til dark\n\nDon't leave me now (Me now, me now)\nDon't say goodbye (Goodbye, goodbye)\nDon't turn around\nLeave me high and dry (Hmm-hmm)\n\nI hear the birds on the summer breeze\nI drive fast, I am alone at midnight\nBeen trying hard not to get into trouble\nBut I, I've got a war in my mind\nI just drive, just drive\nJust drive, just drive\n\nYou think I'll ever feel different than I do now?\nYou think I'll ever feel any magic again\nYou think I'll ever transform into the man\nGod meant to make when he began?\n\nHear the birds on the summer breeze\nI drive fast, I am alone at midnight\nBeen trying hard not to get into trouble\nBut I, I've got a war in my mind\nI just drive, just drive\nJust drive, just drive\n", "drivingincarswithboys": "\r\nThey say I'm wasting time, they say that I'm no good\nSummer of my life, not doing what I should\nCall me poison ivy 'cause I'm far from good\nBut pretty from afar, like a dark star\n\nThey think I'm dangerous, they think I'm really bad\nI'm just making up for what I never had\nGo out every night whenever I feel sad\nAll this drive-by love got me crazy like a drug\n\nI wear my red lipstick, got my make-up on\nStumble into trouble, siren with a sad song\nThey all got girlfriends but I'm the one that they want\nMiss America with the blue mascara on\n\nI spent my whole life driving in cars with boys\nRiding around town, drinking in the white noise\nUsed to talk about where we'd be and where we'd go\nNow we know, baby, now we know\nI spent my whole life wasted in bars with boys\nPlaying rock 'n' roll, dancing in the loud noise\nUsed to talk about where we'd be and where we'd go\nNow we know, baby, now we know\n\nMommy's Mercedes or Billy's pick-up truck\nCome home late at night and baby picks me up\nTell him just drive on and d-don't ever stop\nDon't take me home again, take me to a new land\n\nI wear my red lipstick, grab my coat and gun\nWonder if this is it, it's darkest before dawn\nSometimes I wanna give in but I just have to go on\nMiss America now I'm gone, baby, gone\n\nI spent my whole life driving in cars with boys\nRiding 'round town drinking in the white noise\nUsed to talk about where we'd be and where we'd go\nNow we know, baby, now we know\nI spent my whole life wasted in bars with boys\nPlaying rock'n'roll, dancing in the loud noise\nUsed to talk about where we'd be and where we'd go\nNow we know, baby, now we know\n\nI was born to live fast, die young\nLeave a beautiful corpse, live my life on the run\nI got my cash and my Louis Vuitton, diamonds and guns\nGirls just wanna, just wanna have fun\n\nI spent my whole life driving in cars with boys\nRiding 'round town drinking in the white noise\nUsed to talk about where we'd be and where we'd go\n\nI spent my whole life driving in cars with boys\nRiding around town, drinking in the white noise\nUsed to talk about where we'd be and where we'd go\nNow we know, baby, now we know\nI spent my whole life wasted in bars with boys\nPlaying rock 'n' roll, dancing in the loud noise\nUsed to talk about where we'd be and where we'd go\nNow we know, baby, now we know\n", "drivingincarswithboysalternativeversion": "\r\nThey say I'm wasting time, they say that I'm no good\nSummer of my life, not doing what I should\nCall me poison ivy 'cause I'm far from good\nBut pretty from afar, like a dark star\n\nThey think I'm dangerous, they think I'm really bad,\nI'm just making up for what I never had\nGo out every night whenever I feel sad\nAll this drive-by love got me crazy like a drug\n\nI wear my red lipstick, got my make-up on\nI'm Miss America, now I'm gone, baby, gone\n\nI spent my whole life driving in cars with boys\nRiding around town, drinking in the white noise\nUsed to talk about where we'd be and where we'd go\nNow we know, baby, now we know\nI spent my whole life wasted in bars with boys\nPlaying rock'n'roll dancing in the loud noise\nUsed to talk about where we'd be and where we'd go\nNow we know, baby, now we know\n\nMommy's Mercedes or Billy's pickup truck\nCome home late at night and baby picks me up\nTell him just drive on and d-don't ever stop\nDon't take me home again, take me to a new land\n\nI wear my red lipstick, got my coat and gun\nI'm Miss America, now I'm gone, baby, gone\n\nI spent my whole life driving in cars with boys,\nRiding 'round town drinking in the white noise\nUsed to talk about where we'd be and where we'd go.\nNow we know, baby, now we know\nI spent my whole life wasted in bars with boys\nPlaying rock'n'roll dancing in the loud noise\nUsed to talk about where we'd be and where we'd go.\nNow we know, baby, now we know\n\nI was born to live fast, die young\nLeave a beautiful corpse, live my life on the run\nI got my cash and my Louis Vuitton, diamonds and guns\nGirls just wanna, just wanna have fun\n\nI spent my whole life driving in cars with boys,\nRiding 'round town drinking in the white noise\nUsed to talk about where we'd be and where we'd go.\n\nI spent my whole life driving in cars with boys,\nRiding 'round town drinking in the white noise\nUsed to talk about where we'd be and where we'd go.\nNow we know, baby, now we know\nI spent my whole life wasted in bars with boys\nPlaying rock'n'roll dancing in the loud noise\nUsed to talk about where we'd be and where we'd go.\nNow we know, baby, now we know\n", "dumdum": "\r\nI'm a wild child, bright child\nKnockin' at your door\nYou thought that you were done\nBut now you want me even more\nDum dum\nYou want me even more\nDum dum\n\nI'm a star child, big smile\nLivin' in LA\nI'm comin' over baby\nYou can't go to school today\nDum dum\nGo to school today\nDum dum\n\nI belong to a bygone era\nLike the Scarlett O'Hara\nOf the downtown scene\n'Cause I just wanna dream\nI just wanna drink\n\nI'm a pop-blues singer\nFam-bam zinger\nMansfield ringer\nFrom the Hollywood silver screen\nSilver screen\n\nOnce you've had something\nSomething so beautiful\nYou'll never be the same\nOnce you've had a taste of living my way\nYou'll be forever changed\n\nI'm a wild child, sky high\nLyin' on your floor\nI know I had a lot\nBut baby, what's a little more\nDum dum\nWant a little more\nDum dum\n\nIn my white mink\nPink cigarettes from the store\nWe're making robberies\nFrom Tijuana to the shore\nDum dum\n'Juana to the shore\nDum dum\n\nI belong to a bygone era\nLike the Bugsy Malone\nOf the deep Sahara\n'Cause I'm on the scene\nYeah, I'm on the scene\n\nI'm a bad jazz singer\nGivin' you the finger\nNo matter what you linger\n'Cause you like me even when I'm mean\nI'm the queen\n\nOnce you've had something\nSomething so beautiful\nYou'll never be the same\nOnce you've had a taste of living my way\nYou'll be forever changed\n\nOnce you've had something\nSomething so beautiful\nYou'll never be the same\nOnce you've had a taste of living my way\nYou'll be forever changed\n\nOnce you've had something\nSomething so beautiful\nYou'll never be the same\nOnce you've had a taste of living my way\nYou'll be forever changed\n\nOnce you've had something\nSomething so beautiful\nYou'll never be the same\nOnce you've had a taste of living my way\nYou'll be forever changed\n", "dynamite": "\r\nFrench vanilla ice cream\nJust the way I like\nDripping on your windscreen\nI can't get a bite\nGuess we could be more than friends\n'Cause this kiss won't end\nAnd you got me trembling\n\nYou're dynamite\nI'm ready to blow\nTake me out tonight\nYou're dynamite\nI'm ready to go\nTouch me to ignite\nBoy, you're a wild thing\nRocking on my heartstrings\nI can see the stars collide\nBaby, hold me tight\nOh, you're dynamite\n\nSpeeding through the wasteland\nSparkling in the lights\nRoll up to the boardwalk\nDerelict delight\nEyes all on my dress again\nI know how this ends\nBoy, you're all adrenaline\n\nYou're dynamite\nI'm ready to blow\nTake me out tonight\nYou're dynamite\nI'm ready to go\nTouch me to ignite\nBoy, you're a wild thing\nRocking on my heartstrings\nI can see the stars collide\nBaby, hold me tight\nOh, you're dynamite\n\nHe's not like other guys\nI can't apologize\nFor what my body wants\nAnd what my heart decides\nO-oh\n'Cause I'm so close to the real thing\nYeah, I'm so close to the real thing\nI'm so close to the real thing\nI could almost die\n\nSay it isn't over\nSay it's not goodnight\nMaybe we could go somewhere\nStart a pillow fight\n\nYou're dynamite\nI'm ready to blow\nTake me out tonight\nYou're dynamite\nI'm ready to go\nTouch me to ignite\nBoy, you're a wild thing\nRocking on my heartstrings\nI can see the stars collide\nBaby, hold me tight\nOh, you're dynamite\nYou're dynamite\nI'm ready to blow\nTake me out tonight\nYou're dynamite\nI'm ready to go\nTouch me to ignite\nBoy, you're a wild thing\nRocking on my heartstrings\nI can see the stars collide\nBaby, hold me tight\nOh, you're dynamite\n", "elvisdemo": "\r\nPlatinum and vale acrylics\nSkim the paper for the critics\nBaby's breathing Elvis lyrics\nOn the copper bar\nLate in motel lounges singing\nSpotlight on the band is swinging\nChateau Marmont memories fading\nHope is very far\n\nElvis, where are you when I need you most?\nWhite comp sequin jumpsuit ghost\nPick me up and make a toast\nChampagne in the air\nTipping back his head, relaxing\n\"Thank you very much\" and I'm laughing\nAll my Chantilly lace catching\nBaby, on the chandelier\n\nSweeping scents and blue hydrangea\nSummer hail and summer stranger\nBaby, he's in constant danger\nHelp is very far\nYou look like a Florida native\n\"Are you?\" I said, at the rate of\nSlow molasses from the state of\nVermont with a Southern drawl\n\nElvis, where are you when I need you most?\nWhite comp sequin jumpsuit ghost\nPick me up and make a toast\nChampagne in the air\nTipping back his head, relaxing\n\"Thank you very much\" and I'm laughing\nAll my Chantilly lace is catching\nOn the chandelier\n\nHe said he'd come to welcome, warn me\nJust your diamond to adorn me\nCome to be and see the one and only\nFor my final year\nWell, thank you\n\nElvis, where are you when I need you most?\nWhite comp sequin jumpsuit ghost\nPick me up and make a toast\nChampagne in the air\nTipping back his head, relaxing\n\"Thank you very much\" and I'm laughing\nAll my Chantilly lace is catching\nOn the chandelier\nIt's catching on that chandelier\nIt's catching on that chandelier\nWhere are you when I need you most?\n", "endoftheworld": "\r\nWhy does the sun go on shining?\nWhy does the sea rush to shore?\nDon't they know it's the end of the world\nCause you don't love me any more\n\nWhy do the birds go on singing?\nWhy do the stars glow above?\nDon't they know it's the end of the world\nIt ended when I lost your love\n\nI wake up in the morning and I wonder\nWhy everything's the same as it was\nI can't understand, no, I can't understand\nHow life goes on the way it does\n\nWhy does my heart go on beating?\nWhy do these eyes of mine cry?\nDon't they know it's the end of the world\nIt ended when you said goodbye\n\nWhy does my heart go on beating?\nWhy do these eyes of mine cry?\nDon't they know it's the end of the world\nIt ended when you said goodbye\n", "everymangetshiswish": "\r\nYou can whistle for it\n\nBaby, you'll never grow old in my eyes\nWith your golden grill, true love never dies\nYou wanna watch me while I watch TV\nWhile you're t-t-t-t-touching me\nWe're forever young in paradise\nAs long as you got the Chevrolet, I will ride\n\nWe're gonna party like it's 1949\nWe're in that Chevrolet from July to July\nGonna see it all before he says goodbye\nEvery man deserves to see the sunrise\n\nEvery man gets his wish\nEvery man gets his wish\nYou told me this\nWhere is mine?\n\nYou said I'd never make it out outta here alive\nAt the rate I was going, I'd be lucky to die\nI was born so bad, not naturally right\nThe brightest star on Hollywood and Vine\n\nWe're gonna party like we're running outta time\nWe're getting drunk and driving fast on cherry wine\nNever do belong to anyone I find\nLeaving everything I ever knew behind\n\nEvery man gets his wish\nEvery man gets his wish\nYou told me this\nWhere is mine?\n\nEvery man gets his wish\nEvery man gets his wish\nPromised me this\nWell, you lied\n\nI learned how to make love from the movies\nHe found me waitressing at Ruby Tuesday's\nHe said I wanna buy you a classic white milkshake\nI said I'll serve you up a special side of heartbreak\nSpecial side of heartbreak\nI was working down in the corner cafe\nYou drove by in a Chevrolet\nWhistle at me as my hips go sway\nLana Del Rey, how you get that way?\nHow you get that way?\nI said, \"He loves my heart shaped sunglasses\nHe loves the heart shape my ass is\nCristal, crystal champagne glasses.\"\n\nEvery man gets his wish\nEvery man gets his wish\nYou told me this\nWhere is mine?\n\nEvery man gets his wish\nEvery man gets his wish\nPromised me this\nWell, you lied\n", "fakediamond": "\r\nYou're like a fake diamond\nSparkling when the lights are on\nBut when the nighttime comes\nAnd all the lights go off\nYou turn off with them\n(Where do you go when the lights turn low boy?)\nYou're like an old film reel\nKissing me when the crowd can watch\nBut when the velvet falls\nAnd the projector coughs\nI can be sure you're gone\n(You say it's not true but I know how you do, boy)\n\nI'm like a child who belongs to nobody\nSo I wear you like my clothes\nHold you close to my body\nBecause you hurt so good\nBut you feel so bad honey\nI just want you to want me\nWant you to want me\n\nYou're like a fake diamond\nSparkling in the moon and sun\nYou shine like the only one\nBut when the darkness comes\nBaby, you're on the run\n(Where do you go when the lights turn low boy?)\nYou're like my ex-boyfriend\nKissing me when the camera's on\nI'm candy for your arm\nLook like a debutante\nBut I'm not what you want\n(You say it's not true but I know how you do, boy)\n\nI'm like a child who belongs to nobody\nSo I wear you like my clothes\nHold you close to my body\nBecause you hurt so good\nBut you feel so bad honey\nI just want you to want me\nWant you to want me\n\nI'm like a child who belongs to nobody\nSo I wear you like my clothes\nHold you close to my body\nBecause you hurt so good\nBut you feel so bad honey\nI just want you to want me\nWant you to want me\n\nBaby I can hold you tight\nLet me love you right\nIn the middle of the night\nI don't wanna fight\nGive it to me\nSing it to me\nShow me the light\n(You say it's not true, but I know how you do, boy)\n\nI'm like a child who belongs to nobody\nSo I wear you like my clothes\nHold you close to my body\nBecause you hurt so good\nBut you feel so bad honey\nI just want you to want me\nWant you to want me\nI'm like a child who belongs to nobody\nSo I wear you like my clothes\nHold you close to my body\nBecause you hurt so good\nBut you feel so bad honey\nI just want you to want me\nWant you to want me\n", "findmyownway": "\r\nSnow is coming down like rain\nI'm at it myself again\nA little tired, even more confused\nCome on, baby, don't be shy\nYou can say what make you high\nI see the way you be lying, be abused\n\nI don't need anybody when I'm down\nI don't really find it hard to get around\nI'll find my own way back to town\nOh, don't you tell me how I need to be\nThat ain't up to anybody else but me\nI don't care what you think\n\nBreathing getting fast again\nNow I'll start my worrying\nWhen will I learn that there ain't nothing I can do?\n\nJesus was a dying man\nIf he can't do it, no one can\nWhen will you learn that we ain't nothing without you?\n\nWe don't need anybody when we're down\nWe don't really find it hard to get around\nWe'll find our own way back to town\nAnd oh, don't you tell us how we need to be\nThat ain't up to anybody else but me\nWe don't, we don't care what you think\n\nI don't need anybody when I'm down\nI don't really find it hard to get around\nI'll find my own way back to town\nOh, don't you tell me how I need to be\nThat ain't up to anybody but me\nAnd I don't care what you think\n", "finechina": "\r\nI wore diamonds for the birth of your baby\nFor the birth of your son\nOn the same day, my husband-to-be\nPacked his things to run\nWas bittersweet to say the least\nOne life begins, one comes undone\nI've always been a strong woman of faith\nStrong like a tree, but the unlucky one\n\nI'm going down now\nWith all of my\n\nFine china and fresh linen\nAll of my dresses with them tags still on them\nFine china and dull silver\nMy white horses and my ivory almonds\nI guess they really got the best of us, didn't they?\nThey said that love was enough, but it wasn't\nThe Earth shattered, the sky opened\nThe rain was fire, but we were wooden\n\nI wore diamonds for the day of our wedding\nFor our day in the sun\nOn the same day, my mother-to-be said she wouldn't come\nIt's always been that way with me\nNo time for change, no time for fun\nIt's always been that way, it seems\nOne love begins, one comes undone\n\nI'm going down now\nWith all of my\n\nFine china and fresh linen\nAll of my dresses with them tags still on them\nFine china and dull silver\nMy white horses and my ivory almonds\nI guess they really got the best of us, didn't they?\nThey said that love was enough, but it wasn't\nThe Earth shattered, the sky opened\nThe rain was fire, but we were wooden\n\nAll of my, all of my fine china\nAll of my, all of my fine china\nAll of my, all of my fine china\nBlue, ah, blue\nAll of my, all of my fine china\nAll of my, all of my fine china\nAll of my, all of my fine china\nBlue, ah\n\nFine china and fresh linen\nAll of my dresses with them tags still on them\nFine china and dull silver\nMy white horses and my ivory almonds\nI guess they really got the best of us, didn't they?\nThey said that love was enough, but it wasn't\nThe Earth shattered, the sky opened\nThe rain was fire, but we were wooden\n\nFine china, fine china, fine china\nFresh linen, fresh linen, fresh linen\n", "foryou": "\r\nAll these feelings I'm tired of them\nRuling over my life again\nEmotions aren't my friend\nI keep them ordered as best I can\n\nI can, you can, we can do\nCan keep it all together\nLayman, workman, his man, her man\nHow about about the weather?\n\nAll these people I'm tired of them\nSifting into my life again\nTheir questions, the \"how and when\"\nI try and answer the best that I can but\n\nI can, you can, we can do\nCan keep it all together\nLayman, workman, his man, her man\nHow about about the weather?\n\nAll my worries, they come and go\nThey tend to leave when I let you know\nOn bad days I take it slow\nI try to dance when I hit a low\n\nI can, you can, we can do\nCan keep it all together\nHit man, burn man, his man, her man\nIt will all get better\n\nOh, the days they go so fast\nI can't believe what is in my past\nThe future's here at last\nI don't need to have what she has\n\nI can, you can, we can do\nCan keep it all together\nHit man, burn man, his man, her man\nIt will all get better\n\nSing it out, sing it loud\nSing it out, sing it loud\nBe proud, come out\nBe proud, come out\n\nI can, you can, we can do\nCan keep it all together\nHit man, burn man, his man, her man\nWe can make it better, yeah\nWe will have it better\n", "fordhamroad": "\r\n30 blocks to Fordham Road\nThat's a bad neighborhood\nCrack house on the corner\nI know I shouldn't do what it is I could\n\nThe stone Mary in the garden\nShe let me know she watching\nShe said I better get walking\nI better walk away\n\nI don't know why it is that I wanna stay\nI don't know what it is that makes me feel this way\nBut I'm not gonna do what I hear me say\nI'm just gonna walk, I'm gonna walk away\n\nI catch a dollar in the wind and I\nBuy a cup of coffee\nThere's a place on Valentine\nThat still charge ninety cents\nI keep on walking in the daytime\nAnd in my eyes, it's always nighttime\nAnd I like it when it's me at night\n'Cause that's when all the stars come out\nOh-oh, oh\nOh-oh, oh\n\nI don't know why it is that I wanna stay\nI don't know what it is that makes me feel this way\nBut I'm not gonna do what I hear me say\nI'm just gonna walk, I'm gonna walk away\n\nIt's the greatest, it's the greatest day\nIt's the greatest, it's the greatest day, oh\n\nI'm not gonna do what I hear me say\nI'm just gonna walk, I'm gonna walk away\n", "freaklikeme": "\r\nFlames so hot that they turn blue\nPalms reflecting in your eyes, like an endless summer\nThat's the way I feel for you\nIf time stood still, I'd take this moment, make it last forever\n\nYour halo's full of fire\nI'm rising up, rising up\nMy hot love's full of fire\nLove's full of fire\nLa, ah\n\nBaby, if you wanna leave, come to California\nBe a freak like me, too\nScrew your anonymity, loving me is all you need\nTo feel like I do\nWe could slow dance to rock music, kiss while we do it\nTalk 'til we both turn blue\nBaby, if you wanna leave, come to California\nBe a freak like me, too\n\nLeather black and eyes of blue\nSun reflecting in your eyes, like an easy rider\nLife makes sense when I'm with you\nLooking back, my past\nIt all seems stranger than a stranger\n\nSo let's dance in slow motion\nTear it up, tear it up\nLet's dance by the ocean\nAh, ah\n\nBaby, if you wanna leave, come to California\nBe a freak like me, too\nScrew your anonymity, loving me is all you need\nTo feel like I do\nWe could slow dance to rock music, kiss while we do it\nTalk 'til we both turn blue\nBaby, if you wanna leave, come to California\nBe a freak like me, too\n\nMarry me, marry me\nTake a long vacation\nMoney and power and dresses, big standing ovation\nLoving you can't be wrong\nThere's no complications, no\n\nMarry me, marry me\nUse all your relations\nCarry me, carry me\nFuck our generation\nLoving you can't be wrong\nLove is our salvation now\n\nBaby, if you wanna leave, come to California\nBe a freak like me, too\nScrew your anonymity, loving me is all you need\nTo feel like I do\nWe could slow dance to rock music, kiss while we do it\nTalk 'til we both turn blue\nBaby, if you wanna leave, come to California\nBe a freak like me, too\n", "frenchrestaurant": "\r\nHit the streets, city beat\nI know what you want\nTalk to me softly\nFrench restaurant\nEvery time I turn around\nI look at you like we're now\nI'm telling you, it's all true\n\nI'm talking to him while I'm thinking of you\nI'm trying my best, I don't know what to do\nTalking to you, don't know what it's about\n\nI know they think that I had everything\nIf I can't have you, then they can't have me\n(I know it looks like I have everything)\nIf I can't have you, then they can't have me\n(I know they think that I had everything)\nWhy am I crying on the balcony?\n(I know it looks like I have everything)\nIf I can't have you, then they can't have me\n(Honestly)\n\nSuper cool, swimming pool\nWould you paint me sweet?\nLook at you, playing cool\nIn the color of it all\nEvery time I turn around\nI look at you like we're now\nCan't one single thing\nBe just what it appears to be?\n\nI'm talking to him while I'm thinking of you\nI'm trying my best, I don't know what to do\nTalking to him, I don't know what it's about\n\nI know they think that I had everything\nIf I can't have you, then they can't have me\n(I know it looks like I have everything)\nIf I can't have you, then they can't have me\n(I know they think that I had everything)\nWhy am I crying on the balcony?\n(I know it looks like I have everything)\nIf I can't have you then they can't have me\n(Honestly)\n\nI know they think that I had everything\nIf I can't have you, then they can't have me\nI know it looks like I have everything\nIf I can't have you, then they can't have me\n", "gangstaboy": "\r\nMy gangsta boy\nOoh, oh, oh, oh\n\nI don't care if you're going to prison\nI wouldn't say I l-love you if I didn't\nI can't cheat cause I know what I'm missing\nBoop-boop-boopty-doo (ah)\nI won't play cause I'm already winning\nKissing your lips, hot-hot like I'm sinning\nHigh school, loved you from the beginning\nBoop-boop-boopty-doo\n\nI want you, you, you, by my swimming pool\nYou, you, you, that would be so cool\n\nYou're my gangsta boy\nYou're my gangsta boy\n'Cause you're my favorite toy\nYou're my favorite toy\nGet you out, hit you up\nNo, I'll never, ever stop\nYou're my gangsta boy\nYou're my gangsta boy\n\nOoh-hoo\nB-b-b-b-b-boy\nOoh-hoo\nB-b-b-b-b-boy\nOoh-hoo\nB-b-b-b-b-boy\nMy gangsta boy\n\nI don't care what my girls or mama\nSay about you, bad boy, I like the drama\nWe can ditch 'em all while you're out, if you wanna\nBoop-boop-boopty-doo\nLike your leather and your long hair, honey-honey\nYou can bring your love and baby, I got the money\nLove you baby boy, like I never loved nobody\nBoop-boop-boopty-doo\n\nI want you, you, you, by my swimming pool\nYou, you, you, that would be so cool\n\nYou're my gangsta boy\nYou're my gangsta boy\n'Cause you're my favorite toy\nYou're my favorite toy\nGet you out, hit you up\nNo, I'll never, ever stop\nYou're my gangsta boy\nYou're my gangsta boy\n\nOoh-hoo\nB-b-b-b-b-boy\nOoh-hoo\nB-b-b-b-b-boy\nOoh-hoo\nB-b-b-b-b-boy\nMy gangsta boy\n\nSummer's almost over, baby\nEverybody thinks I'm crazy\nI could have it all\nBut it means nothing without you\nBoy, I've been so lonely lately\nI'll never get tired of waiting\nI could have the world\nBut it means nothing without you\n\nYou're my gangsta boy\nYou're my gangsta boy\n'Cause you're my favorite toy\nYou're my favorite toy (ooh!)\n\nYou're my gangsta boy\nYou're my gangsta boy\n'Cause you're my favorite toy\nYou're my favorite toy\nGet you out, hit you up\nNo, I'll never, ever stop\nYou're my gangsta boy\nYou're my gangsta boy\n\nOoh-hoo\nB-b-b-b-b-boy\nOoh-hoo\nB-b-b-b-b-boy\nOoh-hoo\nB-b-b-b-b-boy\nMy gangsta boy\nOoh-hoo\nB-b-b-b-b-boy\nOoh-hoo\nB-b-b-b-b-boy\nOoh-hoo\nB-b-b-b-b-boy\nMy gangsta boy\n", "getdrunk": "\r\nI am sleeping with your best friend\nHow do you like me now?\nHow do you like me now?\nI am sleeping with your best friend\nHow do you like me now?\nHow do you like me now?\n\nCome on, get drunk\nYou know you wanna\nI am, you can\nWon't tell no one about it\nIt's gonna be a ball\nIt's gonna be a ball\n\nI am lying, using again\nCome on\nIt's gonna be a ball\n\nCome on, get drunk\nYou know you wanna\nI am, you can\nWon't tell no one about it\nIt's gonna be a ball\nIt's gonna be a ball\n\nCigarettes, Robitussin\nWill I ever get to heaven?\nCigarettes, Robitussin\nWill I ever get to heaven?\nIt's not looking good now, oh\nIt's not looking good now\n\nCome on, get drunk\nYou know you wanna\nCome on, get drunk\nGet drunk, get drunk\nGet drunk, get drunk\nGet drunk, get drunk\nGet drunk\n", "ghettobaby": "\r\nYou got a face like the Madonna, crying tears of gold\nBeen pumping gas at the Texaco, road to road\nYou're on the run, oh, baby, yeah\nYou're on the run, oh, baby\n\nI'm not a trick, but I'm a trick for you\nYou gimme butterflies; heart's skipping one, two\nI know you're sick, boy, I wanna get the flu\nI'm running temperatures thinking of your love, boo\n\nBrooklyn, move my soul like this\nKissing my stilettos\nMove your mouth up to my lips\nCome on over, ghetto baby\n(He said, \"Show me what you got, girl\")\nCome on over, ghetto baby\n(\"Drop it like it's hot, girl\")\n\nI know your lips say that you wanna, but your heart's a no\nBut boy, your hips say that you're gonna when you hold me, hold me\nYou're so fun, b-baby, you are too much fun, b-baby\n\nMy local rock star, the Willy B. crew\nI'm feeling you, boy, you liking me too\nI'm clocking chicks left and right just to get to you\nYou're out there on the grind\nNow come home to your queen, boo\n\nBrooklyn, move my soul like this\nKissing my stilettos\nMove your mouth up to my lips\nCome on over, ghetto baby\n(He said, \"Show me what you got, girl\")\nCome on over, ghetto baby\n(\"Drop it like it's hot, girl\")\n\nBrooklyn, move my soul like this\nKissing my stilettos\nMove your mouth up to my lips\nCome on over, ghetto baby\n(He said, \"Show me what you got, girl\")\nCome on over, ghetto baby\n(\"Drop it like it's hot, girl\")\n\nWe're a match made in Heaven\nIf they're gonna talk, let 'em\nIf they don't think we're good together, baby just forget 'em\nWhen he's bad, he's bad\nBut when he's good, no one's better\nCause we're a match made in Heaven\nAnd this kind of love's forever\n\nBrooklyn, move my soul like this\nKissing my stilettos\nMove your mouth up to my lips\nCome on over, ghetto baby\n(He said, \"Show me what you got, girl\")\nCome on over, ghetto baby\n(\"Drop it like it's hot, girl\")\n\nBrooklyn, move my soul like this\nKissing my stilettos\nMove your mouth up to my lips\nCome on over, ghetto baby\n(He said, \"Show me what you got, girl\")\nCome on over, ghetto baby\n(\"Drop it like it's hot, girl\")\n", "girlthatgotaway": "\r\nCome back baby, come back to me\nI'll be in my sundress watching TV\nI've been missing you, have you been missing me?\nThinking 'bout your loving, babe, loving, sweet, sweet\n\nCome back sugey, come back to me\nFix me up a mixed drink, Bacardi\nI'll put on your favorite dress and we'll party\nTake a drive, kiss, kiss by the sea\n\nYou don't have to say\nThat I'm the girl that got away\n\nI been drinking Jack and Coke a lot\nSucking on my lollipops\nListening to my hard rock mu-mu-mu-music\nThinking 'bout you quite a lot\nSmoking all my cigarettes\nMissing what we used to got\nYou-you-you-you kid\n\nWon't you come home to me now, babe?\nI've been holding it down, but I'm losing my ground\nWon't you come home to me now, babe?\nI'm a strong babydoll but I want you around\n\nCome back honey, don't be so mean\nCome back to your trailer, come see your queen\nYou been missing out, pe-peaches and cream\nDreaming 'bout your dolly, sweet dolly, dream, dream\n\nYou bad baby, dumb as can be\nWho could you find be-be-better than me?\nI've been missing you, you been missing me\nThinking 'bout your sugar sweet ca-candy\n\nYou don't have to say\nThat I'm the girl that got away\n\nI been drinking Jack and Coke a lot\nSucking on my lollipops\nListening to my hard rock mu-mu-mu-music\nThinking 'bout you quite a lot\nSmoking all my cigarettes\nMissing what we used to got\nYou-you-you-you kid\n\nWon't you come home to me now, babe?\nI've been holding it down, but I'm losing my ground\nWon't you come home to me now, babe?\nI'm a strong babydoll but I want you around\n\nCome on over, pretty baby\nWhat, you make your mommy crazy?\nCome on over, pretty baby\nWhat, you make your mommy crazy?\nI want my cake and I wanna eat it too\nI wanna be friends, be in love with you\nGo out on weekends, party it up, boo\nBack the way it was, a summer of love\n\nI been drinking Jack and Coke a lot\nSucking on my lollipops\nListening to my hard rock mu-mu-mu-music\nThinking 'bout you quite a lot\nSmoking all my cigarettes\nMissing what we used to got\nYou-you-you-you kid\n\nWon't you come home to me now, babe?\nI've been holding it down, but I'm losing my ground\nWon't you come home to me now, babe?\nI'm a strong babydoll but I want you around\n", "gogodancer": "\r\nI drop it like it's hot on the pole, on the pole\nShining in the club, neon gold, neon gold\nThey call me \"Firecracker\" and alcohol's a factor\nI drop it like it's hot, baby bold, baby bold\nA little bit of fun for your soul, for your soul\nThey call me \"Firecracker\", 'cause ain't nobody faster\n\nI'm your go-go dancer, midnight answer\nJukebox sweetheart, queen of the night\nVegas baby, if you pay me\nAnything you like, anything you like\nGo-go dancer, midnight answer\nJukebox sweetheart, Queen of the night\nVegas baby, if you pay me\nAnything you like\nGo-go-g-go-go dancer tonight\n\nPushing up my (uh), in your face, in your face\nKeep your fingertips on my waist, on my waist\nI'm your go-go dancer, credit card romancer\nCorner of the road with the lights and the lace\nCatch me after twelve, in the place, yeah, the place\nBoy, break out your dollars, baby needs a new fur\n\nI'm your go-go dancer, midnight answer\nJukebox sweetheart, queen of the night\nVegas baby, if you pay me\nAnything you like, anything you like\nGo-go dancer, midnight answer\nJukebox sweetheart, Queen of the night\nVegas baby, if you pay me\nAnything you like\nGo-go-g-go-go dancer tonight\n\nI'm the girl next door, let me come in\nI know I go-go dance but I do it for kicks\nI never have to work 'cause my daddy is rich\nI'm partying all night, shining in the lights\nIs it a crime to wanna shine\nIn my white go-go boots and my silver design?\nI know it makes you wild\nI know it makes you wild\n\nI'm your go-go dancer, midnight answer\nJukebox sweetheart, queen of the night\nVegas baby, if you pay me\nAnything you like, anything you like\nGo-go dancer, midnight answer\nJukebox sweetheart, Queen of the night\nVegas baby, if you pay me\nAnything you like\nGo-go-g-go-go dancer tonight\n", "goldengrill": "\r\nWhat happened to 'nobody does it better'?\nSee ya walking 'round like you were born to kill\nDriving in your Escalade flash that golden grill\nYou're picking up a bad habit you get the ones that no one will\nWhere did your love go babe before you turned criminal?\n\nYou act like you're gonna live forever\nWhat happened to no one does it better than you babe\nYou babe\nYou gotta quit playing God and get out of the way\n\nSo here we are, there we go and that's the way\nThat you gonna roll, that you gonna fight, gonna play\nIt doesn't really matter to me that you find your way\nYou've been gone for so long that you're a shell of yourself babe\n\nYou act like you're gonna live forever\nWhat happened to no one does it better than you babe\nYou babe\nYou gotta quit playing God and get out of the way\n\nThe sun once shined for you\nI've changed my mind for you\nYour golden day has turned to night\nYour golden day has been denied\n\nThere's no more chances for you now, you never learn\nYou lit my fire baby, but I just got burned\n\nYou act like you're gonna live forever\nWhat happened to no one does it better than you babe\nYou babe\nYou gotta quit playing God and get out of the way\n\nYou act like you're gonna live forever\nWhat happen to no one does it better than you babe\nYou babe\nYou gotta quit playing God and get out of the way\n", "goodbyekiss": "\r\nDoomed from the start\nWe met with a goodbye kiss, I broke my wrist\nIt all kicked off, I had no choice\nYou said that you didn't mind 'cause love's hard to find\n\nMaybe the days we had are gone, living in silence for too long\nOpen your eyes and what do you see?\nNo more laughs, no more photographs\n\nTurning slowly, looking back, see\nNo words, can save this, you're broken and I'm pissed\nRun along like I'm supposed to, be the man I ought to\nRock and Roll, sent us insane\nI hope someday that we will meet again\n\nRunning wild\nGiving it everyone, now that's all done\n\nMaybe the days we had are gone, living in silence for too long\nOpen your eyes and what do you see?\nNo more laughs, no more photographs\n\nTurning slowly, looking back, see\nNo words, can save us, you're broken and I'm pissed\nRun along like I'm supposed to, be the man I ought to\nRock and Roll, sent us insane\nI hope someday that we will meet again\n\nYou go your way and I'll go my way\nNo words can save us, this lifestyle made us\nRun along like I'm supposed to, be the man I ought to\nRock and Roll, sent us insane, I hope someday that we will meet again\n", "greenwich": "\r\nHey, back in, ah\nBaby, come on\n\nAre you back in Greenwich, dropping acid?\nAre you at the Archive, watching television?\nDid you leave for Battery with your weed?\nAnd your leather, looking like Ray Gillen?\nAre you still the king of rock 'n' roll, babe?\nBet you miss hearing me sing, calling me Lana\nAnd did you take your run today\nAlong that West Side Highway?\nDo you miss your baby mama?\nBlue hydrangea\nWill my forever love never come back to me?\n\nDoes it feel like yesterday to you, yet?\nHow quickly you forget how I made you smile\nI remember everything\nThe diamond horseshoe, wedding ring, and the tiara\nBlue hydrangea\nWill my forever love never return to me?\n", "hanginaround": "\r\nYou'll see me hanging around on the edges of town\nI could be bad for you\nAnd honey don't think about chasing this girl around\nI could be bad for you\n\nAnd anywhere you go, I will follow\nEven if it's only in spirit, baby\nBut honey you should go by tomorrow\nI predict that shit's gonna get real crazy\n\nLeave while you still can\nBefore I take you down, take you down\nBoy there's still a chance\nFor you to get out now, get out now\n\nYou'll see me hanging around on the edges of town\nI could be bad for you\nAnd honey don't think about chasing this girl around\nI could be bad for you\n\nAnd anywhere you go, I will follow\nEven if it's only in spirit, baby\nBut honey you should go by tomorrow\nI predict that shit's gonna get real crazy\n\nLeave while you still can\nBefore I take you down, take you down\nBoy there's still a chance\nFor you to get out now, get out now\n", "hawaiiantropic": "\r\nHawaiian tropic, dark, and a bottle of jack in the Cadillac\nAs I drive down the highway\nYou aren't coming back and I know that now\nSo I let the wind hit me in my face\n\nEvery man gets his wish\nEvery man gets his wish\n\nYour red Hawaiian shirt and your hair jet black\nHanging 'round with your friends by the track\nBaby, you can't come back from being that bad\nJust to sit at home, pledge allegiance to the flag\n\nEvery man gets his wish, every man gets his wish\nYou told me this, now you're gone\n\nCopacabana, yes in my party dress\nI'm shimmering in love on that crystal meth\nA Coca Cola kid, roller coaster child\nYou my everything, give me that baby doll smile\n\nEvery man gets his wish, every man gets his wish\nYou told me this, where is mine?\nEvery man gets his wish, every man gets his wish\nYou told me this, were you lying?\n\nAnd the velvet Elvis and the rosaries\nAnd your white Corvette under willow trees\nYou the one for me, my one true king\n\nEvery man gets his wish, every man gets his wish\nYou told me this, now you're gone\nEvery man gets his wish, every man gets his wish\nYou told me this, now you're gone\n\nI remember party dresses\nI remember party dresses\n\nEvery man gets his wish\nEvery man gets his wish\nBut sometimes it comes too late\n", "heavyhitter": "\r\nI was lounging at the Chateau Marmont\nGlimmering by the swimming pool\nMy man walked in like a slow-motion movie\nI said, \"You're so cool.\"\n\nI heard a man screaming, \"Lights, camera, action!\"\nI c-c-can't remember what happened\nI overdose, you throw me over your shoulder\nI was dying, you were screaming\n\"Open up that Lamborghini.\"\n\nOpen up your butterfly doors\n(Heavy hitter)\nOpen up your butterfly doors\n(What do you say?)\nOpen up your butterfly doors\n(Heavy hitter)\nLet's ch-ch-change our DNA\nLet's change our DNA\n\nYou're the king mafia baby\nI'm the Queen of Alchemy\nI know a way to make gold\nBy mixing our souls to escape reality\n\nMe and Monterrey went to that ocean\nI got that magical trance potion\nGotta leave, I can't wait 'til I'm older\nYou was laughing, I was running\nUse that remote to open up\n\nOpen up your butterfly doors\n(Heavy hitter)\nOpen up your butterfly doors\n(What do you say?)\nOpen up your butterfly doors\n(Heavy hitter)\nLet's ch-ch-change our DNA\nLet's change our DNA\n\nYou can be my higher power, baby\nI can be your endless USA\nWe can go on drives for hours, baby\nLet's cha-a-ange our DNA\nLet's change our DNA\nLet's change\n\nOpen up your butterfly doors\n(Heavy hitter)\nOpen up your butterfly doors\n(What do you say?)\nOpen up your butterfly doors\n(Heavy hitter)\nLet's ch-ch-change our DNA\nLet's change our DNA\n\nHeavy hitter\n", "heybluebaby": "\r\nHey blue baby\nPut that Hank Williams on\nIt's your little blue baby\nCalling for her favorite song\nGet out that whiskey\nPour it right quickly\nPut them hallway lights on\nI hope one day you can remember\nOur love before it all went wrong\n\nBut the only stars we saw were in the sky\nNot the boulevard\nAnd the only thing we wanted was to be free\nAnd the only girl you had eyes for played downtown\nAt the local bar\nThat was me\nShe was me\n\nHey blue baby\nGet that old pickup going\nTurn it once, twice, three times\nIf you love me, oh\nGet out that dirt bike\nGet on that turnpike\nDo what you have to do\nJust know your baby's back here waiting\nJust know she thinks you're really cool\n\nAnd the only stars we saw were in the sky\nNot the boulevard\nAnd the only thing we need is to be free\nAnd the only girl you have eyes for plays downtown\nAt the local bar\nThat was me\nShe was me\n\nI tell you all the time, get yourself in line\nTired of waiting, tired of crying\nI tell you all the time, get yourself in line\nTired of yelling, tired of hollering\nYou're making me blue, you're making me blue\nMaking me blue, just do what you do\n\nAnd the only stars we need were in the sky\nNot the boulevard\nAnd the only thing we want is to be free\nAnd the only girl that you love still\nPlays downtown at the local bar\nYeah she's me\nYeah she's me\n", "heyyou": "\r\nDo, do\nAh, ah\nI said\n\nHey you, what you doing?\nI think you could probably be my baby, baby\nHey you, what you doing?\nI think you could probably be my baby, baby\nI know that it's wrong but no one can save me\n\nHe's a walk with the past\nLove of the fast\nGirls in the fast lane\nHis knuckles are brass\nA heart like a horse\nLove of the games, gold in his veins\n\nMet him at the club\nSinging my songs\nHe says, \"Are you famous?\"\nI was once\nA b-movie actress\nHas been, but never was\nHe knows that it's love\n\nHe saw me on stage\nPointed my way\nThe look of desire, all on his face\nI gave him the eye\nAnd took my place\nI could tell that he'd be mine by daytime\n\nHey you, what you doing?\nI think you could probably be my baby, baby\nI can't stop myself 'cause I like them crazy\nHey you, what you doing?\nI think you could probably be my baby, baby\nI know that it's wrong but no one can save me\n\nHe's a man with a cast\nCane and a glass\nRim full of champagne, looking for class\nA mind like a steel cage\nSoul full of rage\nTactical nature so they call him insane\n\nMet him at the club\nAnd from that night on\nHe called me his princess, right on!\nI'm his little ex-beauty queen\nNever going back to where I've been\n\nHey you, what you doing?\nI think you could probably be my baby, baby\nI can't stop myself 'cause I like them crazy\nHey you, what you doing?\nI think you could probably be my baby, baby\nI know that it's wrong but no one can save me\n\nNo one can save me\nOh, do, do, woah\nWhen did I ever care\nWhat they said about our love, my baby\nMy baby boo\n\nYo, our friends think it's sad\nLiving so bad\nI'm always crying\nHe's always mad\nOur life is a mess\nOh it's a shame\n\"What did they see in each other?\" they say\n\nI met him at the club\nAnd from that night on\nCalled me his princess, right on!\nI'm his little ex-beauty queen\nNever going back to where I've been\n\nHey you, what you doing?\nI think you could probably be my baby, baby\nI can't stop myself 'cause I like them crazy\nHey you, what you doing?\nI think you could probably be my baby, baby\nI know that it's wrong but no one can save me\nHey you, what you doing?\nI think you could probably be my baby, baby\nI can't stop myself 'cause I like them crazy\nHey you, what you doing?\nI think you could probably be my baby, baby\nI know that it's wrong but no one can save me\n\nNo one can save me\nNo one can save me\n", "hitandrun": "\r\nHollywood and New York, mister major\nThen there's me, little queen of the stage, yeah\nHe's a god, one the stars call creator\nHail the king of the industry players\n\nTake off your business suit\nSitting in your lap for my interview\n\nHit it and run\nLet's hit it and run\nHit it and run the world\nHit it and run\nBaby, hit it and run\nHit it and run the world\n\nPick me up in your white Lamborghini\nLondon town, you'll watch out while I'm singing\nGlamorous on the stage, boy, believe me\nKeep your girl back, no competing\n\nEyeing you from across the room\nWatching me, wa-watching you\n\nHit it and run\nLet's hit it and run\nHit it and run the world\nHit it and run\nBaby, hit it and run\nHit it and run the world\n\nYou and me on a spree taking over\nL. Del Rey (yay) wanna be your soldier\nHit it and run\nBaby, hit it and run\nHit it and run the world\n\nOh oh\nOh oh\nYou know this world is mean\nNothing's for free\nIt's money and technology\nTogether we'd be deadly\nYou know this world is mean\nNothing's for free\nIt's money and technology\nTogether we'd be deadly, deadly, deadly\n\nHit it and run\nLet's hit it and run\nHit it and run the world\nHit it and run\nBaby, hit it and run\nHit it and run the world\n\nYou and me on a spree taking over\nL. Del Rey (yay) wanna be your soldier\nHit it and run\nBaby, hit it and run\nHit it and run the world\n", "hollywood": "\r\nOne day, my hoops will be made of diamonds\nMy knuckles made of real gold\nI'll spend my days getting high with all my friends\nIn the glamorous and green old part of Hollywood\n\nSun will rise, I'm a supernova\nBody electric and I dance like Morrison\nWhen the night begins, baby comes alive again\n\nIn Hollywood\nIn Hollywood\nIn Hollywood\nIn Hollywood\nI'm alive again\nI'm alive again\n\nOne day, I'll drive in a gold Mercedes Benz\nSinging opera on Bel Air Road\nHair to my ass will be flying in the wind\nShooting heroin and speedballs\n\nSee the sea, I'm a supernova\nI walk on water and I dance like Joplin\nWhen the sun descends, I dive into the waves again\n\nIn Hollywood\nIn Hollywood\nIn Hollywood\nIn Hollywood\nI'm alive again\nI'm alive again\n\nOh-oh, oh-oh, c-can you see me?\nWhoa-oh, my heart beating fast\nI can feel it chasing in the speed-lights\nI was built to last\nWhoa-oh, c-can you feel that?\nAh-ah, ah-ah, my heart shaking fast\nI can feel that you're the one for me\nYou'll be my first, and you'll be my last\n\nIn Hollywood\nIn Hollywood\nIn Hollywood\nIn Hollywood\nI'm alive again\nI'm alive again\n\nI'm alive again\nI'm alive again\n", "hollywoodsdead": "\r\nOur kind of love\nIt was once in a lifetime\nIt couldn't last\nIt was doomed from the first time\nAnd you\nWere '50s cool\nIn blue suede shoes\nBut it was a cover for all of the trouble\nYou got into\n\nI always fall for the wrong guy\nThings that are bad always taste nice\nThat's what girls like me do, lose you\n\nDon't tell me it's over\nDon't tell me it's over\nHollywood's dead\nElvis is crying\nVicious in flames\nRoland is dying\nAnd in the light, you're sickeningly beautiful\nSay goodbye, you're sickeningly beautiful\n\nThis kind of life\nWasn't meant for the good girl\nTry as I might\nIn the end, it's a cruel world\nAnd you\nAre living proof\nSinatra aloof\nBut you were an actor who only went after\nThe ones who swooned\n\nI always fall for the same type\nGangsters in Vegas on game night\nThat's what girls like me like, the limelight\n\nDon't tell me it's over\nDon't tell me it's over\nHollywood's dead\nElvis is crying\nMarilyn's sad\nHendrix is lying there\nIn the light, you're sickeningly beautiful\nSay goodbye, you're sickeningly beautiful\n\nIf you should go before me, then know\nThat I always loved you\nThere's no one above you, babe\n\nDon't tell me it's over\nDon't tell me it's over\nHollywood's dead\nElvis is crying\nLennon, wake up\nCobain, stop lying there\nIn the light, you're sickeningly beautiful\nSay goodbye, you're sickeningly beautiful\nSay goodnight, you're so beautiful\n\nHollywood's dead\nHollywood's dead\nHollywood's dead, yeah\nHollywood's dead\nHollywood's dead\nHollywood's dead, yeah\nCut\n", "hothothot": "\r\nYou are rolling hard\nSanta Monica Boulevard\nBlack tint glass on your cherry-red car\nYou know very well no one's bad as you are\n\nYou're hot, hot, hot, hot, hot\nYou know that I want what you got\nYou're hot, hot, hot, hot, hot\nYou know that I want what you got\n\nOh, you look so hot\nYour face is like a map of the stars\nYour switchblade smile and your battle wound scars\nI'm so hot for you, baby, baby\nThis love is ours\n\nYou're still in the game\nI want you to change\nStop making it rain\nI wanna be your be your girl\nWanna be your girl\n\nYou're hot, hot, hot, hot, hot\nYou know that I want what you got\nYou're hot, hot, hot, hot, hot\nYou know that I want what you got\n\nOh, you look like art\nShining like a star in the dark\nLightning strikes, you're my infinite spark\nSet the world on fire and it's lovely to watch\n\nThey're scared of your name\nThey know you're insane\nI like it that way\nI have to be your girl\nI gotta be your girl\n\nYou're hot, hot, hot, hot, hot\nYou know that I want what you got\nYou shot, shot, shot, shot, shot\nAn arrow through my heart now I want you a lot\n\nLife is like, like a little game\nThat we like to play\nJust for fun, just for fun\n'Cause we take nothing seriously\nNothings wrong, nothings wrong, oh\nLife is like, like a piece of cake\n'Cause we love to play\nJust for fun, in the sun\nYeah we know nothing means a thing cause\nWe have won, boy we won, won, won, won, won, won, won\n\nOh be still my heart\nYou're shining like a light in the dark\n\nYou're hot, hot, hot, hot, hot\nYou know that I want what you got\nYou're hot, hot, hot, hot, hot\nYou know that I want what you got\n\nYou're hot, hot, hot, hot, hot\nYou know that I want what you got\nYou're hot, hot, hot, hot, hot\nYou know that I want what you got\n", "hundreddollarbill": "\r\n(Twenty of 'em wrapped up tight and sealed)\n(Hundred dollar bill, hundred dollar bill, hundred dollar bill)\n(Nothing more gorgeous than a hundred dollar bill)\n\nJimmy pulls up in his blue Chevy Nova\nI have been dying for him to come over\nI'm in my party dress, he say \"You such a mess\"\nI am the New Jersey Dance Queen\nHe is the gangster action king\nHe knows that I be selling the body\nMy man the best 'cause he knows what's up\n\nHe knows it's a big bad world, knows that I'm a good girl\nHe understands the sale of self\n(Cause cash comes quick when looks can kill)\n\nHundred dollar bill, hundred dollar bill\nNothing more gorgeous than a hundred dollar bill\nNothing more gorgeous than a hundred dollar bill\n(Yeah, yeah)\nHundred dollar bill, hundred dollar bill\nNothing more gorgeous than a hundred dollar bill\nNothing more gorgeous than a hundred dollar bill\n(Twenty of 'em wrapped up tight in silk)\n\nJ is a romantic roller-coaster\nHe don't do anything he supposed to\nI like 'em tough and mean, Jim is the worst that I've ever seen\nI am the trailer park darling, he is the one-time come-back king\nHe knows that I be looking to die\nHe says, baby, pay respect to the high\n\nHe knows it's a big bad world, knows that I'm a good girl\nHe understands the sale of self\nCause cash comes quick when looks can kill\n\nHundred dollar bill, hundred dollar bill\nNothing more gorgeous than a hundred dollar bill\nNothing more gorgeous than a hundred dollar bill\n(Twenty of 'em wrapped up tight in silk)\n\nHundred dollar bill, hundred dollar bill\nNothing more gorgeous than a hundred dollar bill\nNothing more gorgeous than a hundred dollar bill\n(Twenty of 'em wrapped up tight in silk)\n\nI like your ultraviolent swing\nI like it when you treat me mean\nYou turn my mood from black to blue\nI like your ultraviolent swing\nI like it when you treat me mean\nYou turn my mood from black to blue\n(Yeah)\n(Twenty of 'em wrapped up tight in)\n\nHundred dollar bill, hundred dollar bill\nNothing more gorgeous than a hundred dollar bill\nNothing more gorgeous than a hundred dollar bill\n(Yeah, yeah)\nHundred dollar bill, hundred dollar bill\nNothing more gorgeous than a hundred dollar bill\nNothing more gorgeous than a hundred dollar bill\n(Twenty of 'em wrapped up tight in silk)\n\nHundred dollar bill, hundred dollar bill\nNothing more gorgeous than a hundred dollar bill\nNothing more gorgeous than a hundred dollar bill\nHundred dollar bill, hundred dollar bill\nNothing more gorgeous than a hundred dollar bill\nNothing more gorgeous than a hundred dollar bill\n(Twenty of 'em wrapped up tight in silk)\n", "icanfly": "\r\nI can fly\nYou had me caged up like a bird in midsummer\nYou saw me waiting, I was crazy, on fire, waiting to fly\nI can fly\n\nI had bright wishes in the summer, I was bathing in sunlight\nPainting in the garden like a ghost in mid-July\nRunning fast from something with my eyes wide like\nSaucers spinning in the sun\n\nI had a dream that I was fine\nI wasn't crazy, I was divine\n\nI can fly\nYou had me caged up like a bird in midsummer\nYou saw me waiting, I was crazy, on fire, waiting to fly\nI can fly\n\nYour lies were hot kisses in the summer\nI was dreaming of a lake\nDreaming of the water where I'd rise like a phoenix\nOr an iron from the fire\nI've got things to tell you like I know that you're a liar\n\nI had a dream that I was fine\nI wasn't crazy, I was divine\n\nI can fly\nYou had me caged up like a bird in midsummer\nYou saw me waiting, I was crazy, on fire, waiting to fly\nI can fly\n\nYour words cut like a knife in butter\nI was fighting for my art\nFighting with my lover, you had me so tied up\nThinking there's no other\nYeah, right\nYeah, right\n\nI can fly\nYou had me caged up like a bird in midsummer\nYou saw me waiting, I was crazy, on fire, waiting to fly\nI can fly\n", "idontwannago": "\r\nHe don't like no small things\nEven riding 'round on tall dreams\nI don't wanna go\nHe's a sweet baby, but he looks mean\nIn his soft leather and his blue jeans\n\nHe got a way, oh, baby, he got a way, oh, baby\nHe got a way with his words\nThey be like diamonds and pearls\nThey be like diamonds and pearls\nHe gives to his little favorite girls\n\nI don't wanna go, go home\nI don't wanna go, go home\nBaby, tonight\nBaby, tonight\n\nHe don't like no spotlight\nStands real quiet in the moonlight\n\nHe got a way, oh, baby, he got a way, mm, baby\nHe got a way with those words\nThey be like diamonds and pearls\nThey be like diamonds and pearls\nHe gives to his little favorite girls\n\nI don't wanna go, go home\nI don't wanna go, go home\nBaby, tonight\nBaby, tonight\n\nLoving you isn't right\nBlack leather moonlight (I give in)\nLoving you isn't right\nIt's original sin\n\nI don't wanna go, go home\nI don't wanna go, go home\nBaby, tonight\nBaby, tonight\n\nI feel like I can do anything\nLike I can do anything\nLike I can do anything that I like\nI feel like I can do anything\nLike I can do anything\nLike I can do anything\nTonight\nBaby, tonight\nTonight\n", "imustbestupidforbeingsohappy": "\r\nWell I must be stupid for feeling so happy\nI must be crazy for calling you mine\nMy life's like a movie but I just let it move me\nSo slow like a two-step, you hold me real tight\n\nAll my friends say my life\u2019s\nLike a bad country song\nI just smile, say \"I know, but I like to sing along\"\nFor the sweet wedding days\nI just put Hank Williams on\nI must be stupid for feeling so happy\nBut they can call me what they want\n\nThey think I'm crazy but I keep laughing\nThey think I'm funny for wearing a smile\nBut it\u2019s just in my nature and it's just how you move me\nReal slow like a movie and I wanna rewind\n\nAll my friends say my life's\nLike a bad country song\nI just smile, say \"I know, but I like to sing along\"\nFor the sweet wedding days\nI just put Hank Williams on\nI must be stupid for feeling so happy\nBut they can call me what they want\n\nAh, la, la\nAh, la, la\nLa, la, la, la, la, la\nI must be stupid for feeling so happy\nBut they can call me what they want\n", "istilllovehim": "\r\nAnd I remember when I met him, it was so clear that\nHe was the only one for me\nWe both knew it, right away\nAnd as the years went on, things got more difficult -\nWe were faced with more challenges\nI begged him to stay\nTry to remember what we had at the beginning\n\nHe was charismatic, magnetic, electric and everybody knew it\nWhen he walked in every woman's head turned, everyone stood up to talk to him\nHe was like this hybrid, this mix of a man who couldn't contain himself\nI always got the sense that he became torn between being a good person and missing out on all of the opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him\n\nAnd in that way I understood him\nAnd I loved him\nI loved him, I loved him, I loved him\nAnd I still love him\nI love him\n", "italktojesus": "\r\nOne, two\nOne, two\n\nI go back to Alabama\nTake a look at my life\nWhat the fuck happened here?\nI guess what they meant when\nThey paid the price\nI go back to Alabama\nTake a look at my life\nWhere are the trailer parks?\nAnd where all the Christmas lights?\n\nI had a boyfriend\nHe came from this town\nWe used to pretend we were married and start again\nHe read the Bible\nShowed me what Jesus said\nHe said I should rewrite (He only read the red)\n\nI want Jesus to take me out this life, baby\nAnd I talk to Jesus\nAnd ask him if he'll think of saving me\n\nI go back to Alabama\nTake a look at my life\nNothing looks familiar here\nNo one even that I like\nI go back to Alabama\nTake a look at my life\nI was so much happier when I was gonna be your wife\n\nWe had a deal and\nI fucked it up when\nI made the decision to become someone\nWe had the one thing that no one ever had\nTrue love\nIt's true love\n\nI ask Jesus to take me out this life baby\nAnd I talk to Jesus\nAnd ask him if he'll think of saving me\n\nI never meant to hurt you baby\nIt's so hard to be true\nIn this world where everything's so black and blue\nI never meant to hurt you darling\nIt's so hard to be good\nIn this world where you do what you know you shouldn't\n\nI want Jesus to take me out this life baby\nAnd I talk to Jesus\nAnd ask him if he'll think of saving me\n", "iwantitall": "\r\nMoney is the anthem of success\nSo before we go out, what's your address?\n\nI'm the national anthem\nGod, you're so handsome\nTake me to the Hamptons, Bugatti Veyron\nHe loves to romance 'em\nReckless abandon\nHolding me for ransom, upper echelon\nHe says to be cool, but I don't know how yet\nWind in my hair\nHand on the back of my neck\nI said, \"Can we party later on\", he said \"Yes, yes, yes...\"\n(Of course we can, my darling)\n\nAnd I want it all\nI want the rings and bling and the sweet skyline\nYeah, I want it all (from you)\nI wanna sing, wanna swing on the stage and shine\nYeah, I want it all\nI want my dreams, want the things that love can't buy\nYeah, I want it all (from you)\nBye, bye, baby\nBye, bye, bye\n\nMoney is the reason we exist\nEverybody knows it, it's a fact kiss, kiss\n\nI sing the national anthem\nWhile I'm standing over your body, hold you like a python\nAnd you can't keep your hands off me or your pants on\nSee what you've done to me, King of Chevron\nHe says to be cool, but I'm already coolest\nI said to get real\nDon't you know who you're dealing with?\nUm, do you think you'll buy me lots of diamonds?\n(Yes, of course I will my darling)\n\nAnd I want it all\nI want the rings and bling and the sweet skyline\nYeah, I want it all (from you)\nI wanna sing, wanna swing on the stage and shine\nYeah, I want it all\nI want my dreams, want the things that love can't buy\nYeah, I want it all (from you)\nBye, bye, baby\nBye, bye, bye\n\nIt's a love story for the new age\nFor the sixth page\nWe're on a quick, sick rampage\nWining and dining, drinking and driving\nExcessive buying, overdose and dying\nOn our drugs, and our love, and our dreams, and our rage\nBlurring the lines between real and the fake\nDark and lonely, I need somebody to hold me\nHe will do very well\nI can tell, I can tell\nKeep me safe in his belltower hotel\n\nMoney is the anthem of success\nSo put on mascara and your party dress\n\nI'm the national anthem\nBoy, put your hands up\nGive me a standing ovation\nBoy, you have landed\nBabe, in the land of sweetness and danger\nQueen of Saigon\nHe says to be cool and I know he means it\nHe's loving my look\nAnd I'm loving all his strategic ways\nI said \"do you think you'll kill for me one day?\"\n(Yes, of course I will, my darling)\n\nAnd I want it all\nI want the rings and bling and the sweet skyline\nYeah, I want it all (from you)\nI wanna sing, wanna swing on his stage and shine\nYeah, I want it all\nI want my dreams, want the things that love can't buy\nYeah, I want it all (from you)\nBye, bye, baby\nBye, bye, bye\n\nMoney is the anthem\nGod, you're so handsome\nMoney is the anthem of success\nMoney is the anthem\nGod, you're so handsome\nMoney is the anthem of success\nI'm your national anthem, national anthem\nI'm your national anthem, national anthem\n", "iwasinabadway": "\r\nWait, wait, for me\nWait, wait, wait, for me\nCome on, baby\n\nI was in a bad way, honey\n'Til I met you\nI was in a bad place, honey\nI need you\n\nI was going nowhere fast, you were bringing me down\nI wanted to go, you were the cutest guy in town\n\nWait, wait, wait, for me\nI don't wanna go\nWait for me\nI wanna go, I wanna go\nWait for me\nI wanna go\n\nI was in a bad way, honey\nI was in a bad way, I was in a bad way\n\nBring it on punk, you know that I want it\nI'm not a bad girl but when I go to clubs, I want to flaunt it\nI feel like, you're Superman, and I'm not\nIt's on your terms, we can waste all my time\nBecause I want you, I want to go with you\nDon't leave me here, I want to go with you\n\nCan I be your baby doll, my my\nCan I be your cherry pie\nWhy do all the best girls like bad guys\nCause they're to die for\n\nI know what they say about you, you know that I never care\nYou were always my type with your dark heart and your long, black hair, yeah\nBaby, I wanna take you higher, higher\nSo let me, so let me, let me, let me, let me, let me, let me, let me love you\nLet me love you, let me love you\n\nI don't wanna go\nTake me with you\nI don't wanna go away, no\nTake me with you\n\nI need you, I want you, you know that\n", "ononon": "\r\nAll the roses are red and Jupiter, too\nI'm lying in my nightgown making confessions to you\nIt's all over now, baby blue\nAll my secrets are out\nI told them all to you\n\nAnd it's a little grim\nBut I sing a hymn only for you\nI seal it with a kiss\nAnd it goes like this\n\"Baby, love me too\"\n\nIf I die young, let me die in California\nAnd when I'm gone, let 'em play my favorite song\nIt's Jimmy Buffet\nTo remember life's a beach, baby, enjoy it\nWhen I'm done, let the music play on\nAnd on and on and on\nGo on and on and on\n\nAll my stories are out\nAll the lies are out, too\nWhen we drive in the nighttime\nI lift them up to you\n\nAnd it's a little grim\nBut I sing a hymn only for you\nI seal it with a kiss\nAnd it goes like this\n\"Baby, love me, too\"\n\nIf I die young, let me die in California\nAnd when I'm gone, make 'em play my favorite song\nIt's Jimmy Buffet\nTo remember life's a beach, baby, enjoy it\nWhen I'm done, let the music play on\nAnd on and on and on\nGo on and on and on\n\nBe my baby (Ohh)\nBe my baby, tonight\nWe'll go on and on and on\nBe my baby (Oh oh oh oh oh)\nBe my baby, tonight\nGo on and on and on\n\nIt's a little grim\nBut I sing a hymn only for you\nI seal it with a kiss\nAnd it goes like this\n\nWe'll go on and on and on\nBe my baby (Mmm)\nBe my baby, tonight\nGo on and on and on\n", "inthesun": "\r\nEverybody said that it wasn't love\nI was dumb\nI was getting high on your sugar rush\nFor too long\nYou told me that we could have it all\nNow you're posting pictures on your wall\nOf you and her together, what the hell?\nWe were in heaven then we fell\nI believed you, said I'd never leave you\nI-\n\nI thought that you loved me, I was wrong\nYou took all my money and you went off on the run\nLiving with my best friend in the sun, in the sun\nYou told me that we could have it all\nNow you're posting pictures on your wall\nOf you and her together, having fun, having fun\n\nEverybody said, \"Careful of that guy\"\nBaby couldn't stop, it was suicide\nHeaded for a cliff, eyes open wide\nYou were feigning love by holding tight\nBut I need you, don't want to, but need to\nI-\n\nI thought that you loved me, I was wrong\nYou took all my money and you went off on the run\nLiving with my best friend in the sun, in the sun\nYou told me that we could have it all\nNow you're posting pictures on your wall\nOf you and her together, having fun, having fun\n\nYou been messing around with my beating heart\nYou should be ashamed\nBoy, you never loved me from the start\nSuch a wicked game\nI told you I needed somebody\nI never used you for love or for money, boy\nI feel like I can't trust nobody\nBeat on my heart and you left it all bloody, now\n\nI thought that you loved me, I was wrong\nYou took all my money and you went off on the run\nLiving with my best friend in the sun, in the sun\nYou told me that we could have it all\nNow you're posting pictures on your wall\nOf you and her together, having fun, having fun\n", "inwendy": "\r\nWell, dark clouds they'll subside for awhile\nAnd sit down, I can make my friends smile\nI have lost a lot but I'm sane, you know\nAnd I'm calling you up just to say hello, so\nHi, my lovely, hi, my lovely\nI am someone else\n\nI did think I would live life alone\nI was sure I was made out of stone\nI have lost a lot but you helped me find\nWhat was really real and some peace of mind\nAnd I'm awfully thankful and I am so grateful\nI need no one else\n\nWill you think of me when I am gone?\nWill you comfort me when I am wrong?\nI have a lost a lot but I'm feeling fine 'cause I\nFinally found out nothing's mine and I'm\nOnly human, I'm so human\nI am nothing else\n", "isitwrong": "\r\nI guess it's symptomatic of a slight infatuation\nStalking you has sorta become like my occupation\nUsed to be a beauty queen with simple acquisitions\nMet my local rock star now I'm having visions\n\nI fell for you, you like me too\nLet's get it on, check one, two\nI fell for you, you want me too\nLet's get it on\n\nIs it wrong?\nIs it wrong?\nI'm making out with you while you're singing your song\nIs it wrong?\nIs it wrong?\nYou're playing your guitar and it's turning me on\nYou got your eyeliner, long hair, walking around like you don't care\nYou got me in the back of your car like a star\nIs it wrong?\nIs it wrong?\nIf it's wrong, I don't wanna be right\n\nI get so systematic in this kind of situation\nI need it, have to have it, t-take over, domination\nUsed to be so simple, never wanting, never wishing\nNow I'm hooked on fame and I'm a girl on a mission\n\nI fall for you, it's all for you\nLet's get it on, check one, two\nI fall for you, it's all for you\nLet's get it on\n\nIs it wrong?\nIs it wrong?\nI'm making out with you while you're singing your song\nIs it wrong?\nIs it wrong?\nYou're playing your guitar and it's turning me on\nYou got your eyeliner, long hair, walking around like you don't care\nYou got me in the back of your car like a star\nIs it wrong?\nIs it wrong?\nIf it's wrong, I don't wanna be right\n\nA funny little thing about love is that you're blind all the time\nAnd even when you think you had enough\nYou're wanting more, it isn't right but\nYou can't stop\n\nYou got your eyeliner, long hair, walking around like you don't care\nYou got me in the back of your ca-ca-ca-car-r-r\nYou got your eyeliner, long hair, walking around like you don't care\nYou got me in the back of your ca-ca-ca-car-r-r\nIs it wrong?\nIs it wrong?\nIf it's wrong I don't wanna be right\n", "jealousgirl": "\r\nYou say you want your own life, well I do, too\nYou wanna lead me on?\nOh, well I'll show you\nCome on girls, march it out\nShow him what you're all about\nWhooping, burn the house down, show him who's the leader\nBring ya baby down, down\nGo cheerleaders!\n\nBaby, I'm a gangster too and it takes two to tango\nYou don't wanna dance with me, dance with me\nHoney, I'm in love with you, if you don't feel the same\nBoy, you don't wanna mess with me, mess with me\n\nWhy, cause I'm a jealous, jealous, jealous girl\nIf I can't have you baby, if I can't have you baby\nJealous, jealous, jealous girl\nIf I can't have you baby, no one else in this world can\n(Bring ya baby down down, go cheerleader!)\n\nYou say you got your own life, good for you\nYou got more important things to do\nCome on girls, say it loud, tell him that it's over now\nWhoop! You're not off the hook, ya deceiver\nI know what you done, done, sing cheerleader\n\nBaby, I'm a gangster too and it takes two to tango\nYou don't wanna dance with me, dance with me\nHoney, I'm in love with you, if you don't feel the same\nBoy, you don't wanna mess with me, mess with me\n\nWhy, cause I'm a jealous, jealous, jealous girl\nIf I can't have you baby, if I can't have you baby\nJealous, jealous, jealous girl\nIf I can't have you baby, no one else in this world can\n(Bring ya baby down down, go cheerleader!)\n\nBe aggressive, B-E aggressive\nI said, be aggressive, B-E aggressive\nB-E A-G-G-R-E-S-S-I-V-E\nWhooping the house down, show him who's the leader\nBring ya' baby down, down, go cheerleader!\n(If I can't have you, baby)\nYou should be my man\n(If I can't have you, baby)\nNo one's better than I am\n(If I can't have you, baby)\nC'mon give it to me, bam\nIf I can't have you baby, no one else in this world can\n\nBaby, I'm a gangster too and it takes two to tango\nYou don't wanna dance with me, dance with me\nHoney, I'm in love with you, if you don't feel the same\nBoy, you don't wanna mess with me, mess with me\n\nWhy, cause I'm a jealous, jealous, jealous girl\nIf I can't have you baby, if I can't have you baby\nJealous, jealous, jealous girl\nIf I can't have you baby, no one else in this world can\n(Bring ya baby down down, go cheerleader!)\n\nWhy, cause I'm a jealous, jealous, jealous girl\nIf I can't have you baby, if I can't have you baby\nJealous, jealous, jealous girl\nIf I can't have you baby, no one else in this world can\n(Bring ya baby down down, go cheerleader!)\n", "jesusismyboyfriend": "\r\nHe's Jesus Christ\nAnd I'm his babydoll\nI'm his favourite human but he saved them all\n\nHe's my personal saviour\nHe's my personal saviour\n\nJesus is my boyfriend\nJesus is my boyfriend\nJesus is my boyfriend\nJesus is my boyfriend\n\nHe's my personal saviour\nHe's my personal angel\nMy God thinks I'm smashing\nHe thinks I'm fine\nMy God takes me dashing cross the party line\n\nHe's my personal saviour\nHe's my personal saviour\nMy God treats me special\nGives me lots of things\nI had some of his boyfriends offer diamond rings\n\nHe's my personal saviour\nHe's my personal saviour\n\nHe's my personal angel\nHe's my cherry pie\nSaid to call him \"Dick Chasey\"\nHe's my private eye\nWhen I get in my gown\nHe comes to me in the night\n", "jfk": "\r\nYou smell like a million roses\nBathed in rock 'n' roll\nOurs was the greatest\nLove story ever told\nThroat like an angel with a voice that was made of gold\nThat's my baby\n\nHe was the king of the town\nWith a crown that would never fall\nA heart that would beat\nLike a bass for his baby doll\nOne in a million, inimitable soul\nThat's my baby\n\nYoung or old, summer or cold\nYoung or old, summer or cold\n\nYou've got a way\nLike JFK when you do it\nThe way that you move it\nSpins me around like a record, baby\nAnd you've got a soul like no one I know\nYou're so new at it\nThe way you see through that shit\nBreaks my heart, and it drives me crazy\n\nHe was the king of the town\nWith a crown that would never fall\nA heart like a bass that would beat for his baby doll\nMind like a diamond\nAn un-imitable song\nThat's my baby\n\nYoung or old, summer or cold\nYoung or old, summer or cold\n\nYou've got a way\nLike JFK when you do it\nThe way that you move it\nSpins me around like a record, baby\nAnd you've got a soul like no one I know\nYou're so new at it\nThe way you see through that shit\nBreaks my heart, and it drives me crazy\nIt drives me crazy\n\nYou've got it\nAnd I want it\nLate summer nights in July, flaunt it\nYou know that you can always come home\nTo the one who gave you your name\n'Cause I see a light in your eyes\nIt's so bright, and\nThe skies, they open wide for you\nSo come to me, my baby\n\nYou've got a way\nLike JFK when you do it\nThe way that you move it\nSpins me around like a record, baby\nAnd you've got a soul like no one I know\nYou're so new at it\nThe way you see through that shit\nBreaks my heart, and it drives me crazy\n\nIt drives me crazy\nIt drives me crazy\nCrazy, oh, oh-oh\n", "jimmygnecco": "\r\nI say, \"Hey, Jimmy Gnecco\nI like the way your name echo\nYou are so fine\"\nI say, \"Hey, Jimmy Gnecco\nDo you wanna help me let go\nOf my dark mind?\"\n\nIf you want it, it's yours\nIt's free, but of course\nYou're my sunshine\nI say, \"J, you're the boss\nWithout you I'm lost\nYou're my sunshine\"\n\nI say, \"Hey, Jimmy Gnecco\nYou are on another level\nYou are so fine\"\nI say, \"Hey Jimmy, let's go\nI've been in love since I met you\nYou are all mine\"\n\nIf you want it, it's yours\nIt's free, but of course\nTake a high ride\nI say, \"J, you're the boss\nWithout you I'm lost\nYou're my sunshine.\"\n\nJimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, take me to the park\nBuy me a hot dog, kiss me in the dark, dark\nJimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, take me to the park\nBuy me cotton candy, kiss me in the dark\n\nI say, \"Hey, Jimmy Gnecco\nHey, I like your heavy metal\nDo you like mine?\"\nI said, \"Hey, Jimmy Gnecco\nYou were smashing from the get-go\nThis is your time\"\n\nIf you want it, it's yours\nIt's free, but of course\nTake a high ride\nI say, \"J, you're the boss\nWithout you I'm lost\nYou're my sunshine\"\n\nJimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, take me to the park\nBuy pink cotton candy and kiss me in the dark, dark\nJimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, take me to the park\nBuy me something pretty and kiss me in the dark\n\nJimmy Gnecco, Jimmy Gnecco, Jimmy Gnecco\nYou are so fine\n", "kindaouttaluck": "\r\nI was born bad, but then I met you\nYou made me nice for a while\nBut my dark side's true\nYou never cared what I did at all\nMotel singer or the silver pole\nI did what I had to do\n\nFemme fatale, always on the run\nDiamonds on my wrist\nWhiskey on my tongue\nBefore I get bad, I gotta get drunk\nSo get over here\nPour me a cold one\n\nBabe, you can see that I'm danger\nTeetering off of the stage, yeah\nSparkling in sequins, say, hey-yeah\nTime to give in to the kindness of strangers\n\nIs it wrong Mom that I think it's kinda fun\nWhen I hit you in the back of the head with a gun?\nMy daddy's in the trunk of his brand new truck\nI really want him back, but I'm flat outta luck\nIs it wrong Mom that I think it's kinda fun\nWhen I hit you in the back of the head with a gun?\nMy daddy's in the trunk of his brand new truck\nI really want him back, but I'm kinda outta luck\n\nWrong, I know, killing someone\nIt gets a little easier when you've done it once\nYou know that I'm fun, you know that I'm young\nSo tell me you're mine\nLet's get it on\n\nBabe, you can see that I'm dangerous\nGlamorous, but I'm deranged, yeah\nTeetering off of the stage, yeah\nI said it really nicely, so can you be my savior?\n\nIs it wrong Mom that I think it's kinda fun\nWhen I hit you in the back of the head with a gun?\nMy daddy's in the trunk of his brand new truck\nI really want him back, but I'm flat outta luck\nIs it wrong Mom that I think it's kinda fun\nWhen I hit you in the back of the head with a gun?\nMy daddy's in the trunk of his brand new truck\nI really want him back, but I'm kinda outta luck\n\nI was a dangerous girl\nYou were too nice for this world\nAnd now I'm back on the prowl\nWho wants to give it a whirl?\n\nIs it wrong Mom that I think it's kinda fun\nWhen I hit you in the back of the head with a gun?\nMy daddy's in the trunk of his brand new truck\nI really want him back, but I'm flat outta luck\nIs it wrong Mom that I think it's kinda fun\nWhen I hit you in the back of the head with a gun?\nMy daddy's in the trunk of his brand new truck\nI really want him back, but I'm kinda outta luck\n", "lastgirlonearth": "\r\nBaby has a broken heart\nShe can't belong to only one\nUntil another girl is found\nI don't pay for anything\nMy cigarettes or diamonds rings\nMy feet don't even touch the ground\n\nChariots of gold, I ride with Jay-Z, Jared Leto\nI'm a superpower, now they call me the tornado\nI got roses in my hair, I belly dance, and do the tango\nSometimes I get lonely, everybody told me no\n\nNo one lives forever, but that's no reason to give up\nDon't you wanna fall in love?\nNo such thing as heaven\nAnd I'm the last girl on Earth\nSo baby, let's get it on\n\nCleopatra used to rule\nBut she got nothing on me now\n'Cause I'm the last girl on earth\nI turn the television on\nThey only play my favorite song\nSince I'm the last girl on Earth\n\nChariots of gold, I'm sitting, sipping cherry cola\nCaesar said he'd fall in love with me if I was older\nI own all of Mexico and I got my own roller-coaster\nSometimes I get lonely, millions can hold me now\n\nNo one lives forever, but that's no reason to give up\nDon't you wanna fall in love?\nNo such thing as heaven\nAnd I'm the last girl on Earth\nSo baby, let's get it on\n\nI stay up late at night, try not to think about it\nPretend I'm happy, ruling all the world without love\nI get so tired being on display somehow\nSometimes I get lonely, but millions all know me now\n\nNo one lives forever, but that's no reason to give up\nDon't you wanna fall in love?\nThere's no such thing as heaven\nAnd I'm the last girl on Earth\nSo baby, let's get it on\nNo such thing as heaven\nAnd I'm the last girl on Earth\nSo baby, let's get it on\n", "letmyhairdown": "\r\nYou make me wanna let my hair down, man\nYou make me wanna let my hair down\nYou make me wanna let my hair down, man\nYou make me wanna let my hair down\n\nYou get me moving like no one can\nGet me moving like no one can\nYou get me moving like no one can\nGet me moving like no one can\n\nYou got me dancing up the stairs now, man\nYou got me dancing up the stairs now\nYou got me dancing up the stairs now, man\nYou got me dancing up the stairs now\n\nGet me moving like no one can\nGet me moving like no one can\nGet me moving like no one can\nGet me moving like no one can\n\nYou make me wanna let my hair down, man\nMake me wanna let my hair down\nMake me wanna let my hair down, man\nMake me wanna let my hair down\n\nYou got me burning in my soul now, man\nYou got me burning in my soul now\nGot me burning in my soul now, man\nYou got me burning in my soul now, man\n\nYou get me moving like no one can\nYou get me moving like no one can\nYou get me moving like no one can\nGet me moving like no one can\n", "lifeisbeautiful": "\r\nDon't be that way\nDon't you pretend\nYou're not awake\nWhen you know you are\nI see the way\nYou're lying there\nI know you can't\nBe very far\n\nGod wouldn't do that\nHe knows how I feel\nI can't go through that\nAnd so it's not real\n\nLife is still so beautiful\nLife is still so beautiful\n\nDon't be so still\nYou never are\nYou like to play\nYour soul's on fire\nI don't believe this is the end\nAnd I still feel your heart's desire\n\nGod couldn't do that\nHe knows you belong\nTo me and me only\nAnd so I'll be strong\n\nLife is still so beautiful\nLife is still so beautiful\n\nCome on, boy, let's go\nWe can hit the road\nWe don't have to say\nWhere we're going\nWe can go anywhere\nWe can go anywhere\nWe can go anywhere\nRight now\n\nLife is still so beautiful\nLife is still so beautiful\n", "liftyoureyes": "\r\nYou should have let me know\nThat I had no chance at all\nI can never be what you wanted\nShould have let me know\nThat you're still thinking about her\nShould've told me you was on it\n\nSometimes I wonder why\nWhy I even bother\nTrying to pull you out, boy\nShould have let me know\nI would lose you to the drink\n\nLift your eyes, lift your eyes\nJust a little higher, just a little higher\nLift those eyes, look into mine\nCause I can guide ya, I can guide ya\nLift those eyes, lift your eyes\nI know that you're scared to death\nRunning out of breath\nBut I can hold you, hold you\n\nYou should have let me know\nThat you worked around the clock\nCould have tried a little harder, yeah\nYou should have let me know\nThat you were afraid to love me\nAfraid of looking like a liar\n\nSometimes I wonder why\nWhy I even ask you, but I do\n\nLift your eyes, lift your eyes\nJust a little higher, just a little higher\nLift those eyes, look into mine\nCause I can guide you, I can guide you\nLift those eyes, lift your eyes\nI know that you're scared to death\nRunning out of breath\nBut I can hold you, hold you\n", "liveordie": "\r\n(Die, die, die, die)\n\nBaby, you my Bugsy Malone and I'm your suicide blonde\nYou can be my film noir star I'm your Queen of Saigon\nIf they don't think we're good together\nBaby, just forget 'em and let bygones be bygones\n\nBaby, I can't go it alone, 'cause you're the one that I want\nYou can be my Tony Montana and I can be your Pfeiffer\nFire, I can take you higher\nI can get you hooked on love and desire\n\nHello, pretty baby, I can be your cherry pie\nYou walk into the room, my heart goes boom\nSend me to the sky\n\nSo tonight, are you gonna be my soldier?\nAre we gonna be Bonnie and Clyde?\nIt's either live or die, boy, it's either live or die\nAre you gonna be my lover?\nAre we gonna be true love's suicide?\n(Suicide, suicide)\nIt's either live or die\n\nI be murdering 'em, murdering 'em just for fun (Hey)\nI be murdering 'em, murdering 'em one by one (Hey)\nIt's either live or die, boy, it's either live or die\nI be murdering 'em, murdering 'em just for fun (Hey)\nI be murdering 'em, murdering 'em one by one (Hey)\nIt's either live or die, boy, it's either live or die\n(Die, die, it's either live or die)\n\nBaby, you Sylvester Stallone and I could be your Adrian\nWith tender lips, I got you in the ring, just say my name again\nSay my name again, say my name again\nSay my name, say my name\nSay my name again\n\nBaby, I can't go it alone 'cause you're the one that I want\nYou can be my Tommy Mottola and I can be Mariah, tiger\n(Meow)\nI can get you hooked on drugs and desire\n\nHello, pretty baby, I can be your cherry pie\nYou walk into the room, my heart goes boom\nSend me to the sky\n\nSo tonight, are you gonna be my soldier?\nAre we gonna be Bonnie and Clyde?\nIt's either live or die, boy, it's either live or die\nAre you gonna be my lover?\nAre we gonna be true love's suicide?\n(Suicide, suicide)\nIt's either live or die\n\nI be murdering 'em, murdering 'em just for fun (Hey)\nI be murdering 'em, murdering 'em one by one (Hey)\nIt's either live or die, boy, it's either live or die\nI be murdering 'em, murdering 'em just for fun (Hey)\nI be murdering 'em, murdering 'em one by one (Hey)\nIt's either live or die, boy, it's either live or die\n\nWould you kill for me?\nWould you die for me?\nPut your hands where I can see them\nPut them in the air\n\nSo tonight, are you gonna be my soldier?\nAre we gonna be Bonnie and Clyde?\nIt's either live or die, boy, it's either live or die\nAre you gonna be my lover?\nAre we gonna be true love's suicide?\n(Suicide, suicide)\nIt's either live or die\n\nI be murdering 'em, murdering 'em just for fun (Hey)\nI be murdering 'em, murdering 'em one by one (Hey)\nIt's either live or die, boy, it's either live or die\nI be murdering 'em, murdering 'em just for fun (Hey)\nI be murdering 'em, murdering 'em one by one (Hey)\nIt's either live or die, boy, it's either live or die\n\nIt's either live or die, boy, it's either live or die\n(Die, die, die)\n", "lookingforamerica": "\r\nTook a trip to San Francisco\nAll our friends said we would jive\nDidn't work, so I left for Fresno\nIt was quite a scenic drive\nPulled over to watch the children in the park\nWe used to only worry for them after dark\n\nI'm still looking for my own version of America\nOne without the gun, where the flag can freely fly\nNo bombs in the sky, only fireworks when you and I collide\nIt's just a dream I had in mind\nIt's just a dream I had in mind\nIt's just a dream I had in mind\n\nI flew back to New York City\nMissed that Hudson River line\nTook a train up to Lake Placid\nThat's another place and time, where\nI used to go to drive-ins and listen to the blues\nSo many things that I think twice about before I do now\n\nI'm still looking for my own version of America\nOne without the gun, where the flag can freely fly\nNo bombs in the sky, only fireworks when you and I collide\nIt's just a dream I had in mind\nIt's just a dream I had in mind\nIt's just a dream I had in mind\n\nIt's just a dream I had in mind\n", "lustforlifebloodpopremix": "\r\nThere's nobody here, just us together\nKeeping it hot like July forever\n\n'Cause we're the masters of our own fate\nWe're the captains of our own souls\nThere's no way for us to come, wait\n'Cause boy we're gold, boy we're gold\nAnd I was like\n\nTake off, take off\nTake off all your clothes\nTake off, take off\nTake off all your clothes\nTake off, take off\nTake off all of your clothes\n\nThey say only the good die young\nThat just ain't right\n'Cause we're having too much fun\nToo much fun tonight, yeah\n\nAnd a lust for life (and a lust for life)\nAnd a lust for life (and a lust for life)\nKeeps us alive (keeps us alive)\nKeeps us alive (keeps us alive)\nAnd a lust for life (and a lust for life)\nAnd a lust for life (and a lust for life)\nKeeps us alive (keeps us alive)\nKeeps us alive (keeps us alive)\n\n'Cause we're the masters of our own fate\nWe're the captains of our own souls\nSo there's no need for us to hesitate\nWe're all alone, let's take control\nAnd I was like\n\nTake off, take off\nTake off all your clothes\nTake off, take off\nTake off all your clothes\nTake off, take off\nTake off all of your clothes\n\nThey say only the good die young\nThat just ain't right\n'Cause we're having too much fun\nToo much fun tonight, yeah\n\nAnd a lust for life\nAnd a lust for life\n\nWe dance on the H of the Hollywood sign\n'Til we run out of breath, gotta dance 'til we die\nMy boyfriend's back and he's cooler than ever\nThere's no more night, blue skies forever\n\nAnd a lust for life (and a lust for life)\nAnd a lust for life (and a lust for life)\nKeeps us alive (keeps us alive)\nKeeps us alive (keeps us alive)\nAnd a lust for life (and a lust for life)\nAnd a lust for life (and a lust for life)\nKeeps us alive (keeps us alive)\nKeeps us alive (keeps us alive)\n", "lustforlifedemo3": "\r\nOne foot in the door\nI've been trying\nTo get your attention\nIs it working out yet?\nLove me or love me not\nI don't care anymore\nBut baby, I've been dying\nTo get your attention\nAnd I was like\n\nTake off, take off\nTake off all your clothes\nTake off, take off\nTake off all your clothes\nTake off, take off\nTake off all your clothes\nThey say only the good die young\nThat just ain't us\nPlus you're having too much fun\nYou're not in a rush\n\nBut my lust for life\nLust for life\nKeeps me alive\nBut my lust for life\nLust for life\nKeeps me alive\n\nMy boyfriend's back and he's cooler than ever\nThere's no more night, blue skies forever\n\nOne day or one night\nI've been trying\nTo make a connection\nIs it working or not?\nLove me or love me not\nI don't care anymore\nCause babe I've been dying\nTo taste your affection\nAnd I was like\n\nTake off, take off\nTake off all your clothes\nTake off, take off\nTake off all your clothes\nTake off, take off\nTake off all your clothes\nThey say only the good die young\nThat just ain't us\nPlus you're having too much fun\nYou're not in a rush\n\nBut my lust for life\nLust for life\nKeeps me alive\nBut my lust for life\nLust for life\nKeeps me alive\n\nMy boyfriend's back and he's cooler than ever\nThere's no more night, blue skies forever\n", "lustforlifedemo": "\r\nTake off, take off\nTake off all your clothes\nTake off, take off\nTake off all your clothes\nTake off, take off\nTake off all your clothes\n\nThey say only the good die young\nThat just ain't us\nPlus you're having too much fun\nYou're not in a rush\n\nBut it's funny how some things just change in a day, or even in an hour\nI'm like a wild caged animal, lying by the swimming pool, losing all my power\nIt's funny how my life just stopped and shifted from meeting you as a stranger\nNow I'm like a wild caged animal, lying by the swimming pool, trying to avoid danger\n\nBut my lust for life\nLust for life\nKeeps me alive\nBut my lust for life\nLust for life\nKeeps me alive\n\nTake off, take off\nTake off all your clothes\nTake off, take off\nTake off all your clothes\nTake off, take off\nTake off all your clothes\n\nThey say only the good die young\nThat just ain't right\n'Cause we're having too much fun\nToo much fun tonight\n\nBut it's funny how some things just change in a day, or even in an hour\nNow I'm like a wild caged animal, sitting by the swimming pool, losing all my power\nIt's funny how life can change or be shaped passing by a stranger\nNow I'm like a wild caged animal, lying by the swimming pool, trying to avoid danger\n\nBut my lust for life\nLust for life\nKeeps me alive\nBut my lust for life\nLust for life\nKeeps me alive\n\nIt's funny how some things just change in a day, or even in an hour\nI'm like a wild caged animal, sitting by the swimming pool, losing all my power\nIt's funny how life can change or be shaped passing by a stranger\nNow I'm like a wild caged animal, lying by the swimming pool, trying to avoid danger\n\nBut my lust for life\nLust for life\nKeeps me alive\nBut my lust for life\nLust for life\nKeeps me alive\n", "mahamaha": "\r\nEvery time that you walk out on me\nI regress back to the one that I can't see\nHe's someone I have never talked about\n'Cause I know that we'd both be dead if you found out\n\nEvery time you tell me that I'm wrong\nI just can't remember how to play along\nThere's something I have never told you\nI'm not really from this world\nThere's something I have been withholding\nI'm not like every other girl\n\nLoha, loha, mahi, mahi, Yoha, yoho\nLoha, loha, mahi, mahi, Yoha, yoho\nYou are the man of my dreams that I've waited for\nYou are the man of my dreams that I've waited for\n\nSo if you begin to think\nThat my light might be supernatural\nI'd have to say \"You're right, you're right, mon cher, it is\"\nI come from a place that your mind cannot even imagine\nWhere we sing \"Maha, maha, maha, maha\"\n\nLoha, loha, mahi, mahi, Yoha, yoho\nLoha, loha, mahi, mahi, Yoha, yoho\nYou are the man of my dreams that I've waited for\nYou are the man of my dreams that I've waited for\n\nMaha, oh Maha\nOh Maha, Maha\nI give my loving, I'm your devoted\nI'll give my love, babe\nI'm your devoted\n\nMaha, Maha, Maha, Maha\nMaha, Maha, Maha\n", "makingout": "\r\nHiya honey\nWhat ya doing?\nI been hula-hooping waiting for you, aah\nWhoa haters, fakers, mass-manipulators\nDon't know what you're trying to prove\nI'm the New York City queen queen\nYou should hear me sing sing\nBaby I'm the real thing, check one two\nStop looking at my train-wreck life and start\nListening to the way I sing the blues\n\nYou know, I know what they say about me\nI know that they think I'm danger\nSo what if it makes me happy, happy, happy?\n\nIt doesn't really matter what you say\nCause I ain't gonna quit 'til the day I die\nI'll be taking drugs, doing shots, making out in parking lots\nWith any little boy I spot\nBaby you can't stop me, stop me, now\nWhen I'm hot, I'm hot\n\n\"Hiya honey\nHow's it going?\nSaw you skipping up on TV looking blue aah\nYou're shaking, making music and you're famous\nDeep down you're the same girl I knew\"\n\nShe said, I know what they say about you\nI know that they think you're crazy\nI know that they are mistaken, baby, baby\n\nIt doesn't really matter what they say\nCause I ain't gonna quit 'til the day I die\nI'll be taking drugs, doing shots, making out in parking lots\nWith any little boy I spot\nBaby you can't stop me, stop me, now\nWhen I'm hot, I'm hot\n\nSinging for the gangsters\nChasing all that paper\nLiving life so dangerously\nAnd there's nothing for my anger\nMoney is my savior\nI can be whatever I think\nIt's like heaven, heaven\nLiving on the edge never knowing where I'm going to be\nAnd I am dreading, never settling down\nThat's when dying is beginning to please\n\nIt doesn't really matter what you say\nCause I ain't gonna quit 'til the day I die\nI'll be taking drugs, doing shots, making out in parking lots\nWith any little boy I spot\nHoney you can't stop me, stop me, now\nWhen I'm hot, I'm hot\n", "matchmadeinheaven": "\r\n(Sing that shit, girl)\n\nIt's a match made in heaven\nIf they're gonna talk, let 'em\n\nSweet neighborhood\nLove, dreams made of\nIt's a match made in heaven\nIf they're gonna talk, let 'em\n\nSweet neighborhood\nLove, dreams made of\nIt's a match made in heaven\nIf they're gonna talk, let 'em\n\nI'm not a trick but I'm a trick for you\nI'm the girl next door, doing what you wanna do\nWhat I'll never do, I really fell for you\nYou give me butterflies, heart skipping one, two\n\nI, I, I, gotta get it started\nI want it bad, bad, I want it bad\n\nI know you're sick, boy, I wanna get the flu\nI'm running temperatures thinking of your love, boo\nDizzy spells, ooh, is your love true?\nI'm under influence, getting hot and chills too\n\nI, I, I, gotta get it started\nI want it bad, bad, I want it bad\n\nSweet neighborhood\nLove, dreams made of\nIt's a match made in heaven\nIf they're gonna talk, let 'em\n\nSweet neighborhood\nLove, dreams made of\nIt's a match made in heaven\nIf they're gonna talk, let 'em\n\nYou're such a bad boy, I heard about you\nAnd so has every other girl, that's why they want you\nMy local rock star, the Willie B. crew\nYou out there on the grind\nNow come home to your queen, boo\n\nI, I, I, gotta get it started\nI want it bad, bad, I want it bad\n\nYou're number one, boy, no one else will do\nI'm like a prize fighter, clocking chicks to get to you\nThis race I run for you, won't stop until I'm through\nI'm out there doing shit that I should never ever do\n\nI, I, I, gotta get it started\nI want it bad, bad, I want it bad\n\nSweet neighborhood\nLove, dreams made of\nIt's a match made in heaven\nIf they're gonna talk, let 'em\n\nSweet neighborhood\nLove, dreams made of\nIt's a match made in heaven\nIf they're gonna talk, let 'em\n\nDown on your knees, begging me, please\nI am your queen, oh-ah\n\nDon't wanna trip but I could fall for you\nHeaven is a place called earth on your arm, ooh\n\nSweet neighborhood\nLove, dreams made of\nIt's a match made in heaven\nIf they're gonna talk, let 'em\n\nSweet neighborhood\nLove, dreams made of\nIt's a match made in heaven\nIf they're gonna talk, let 'em\n", "meetmeinthepalemoonlight": "\r\nUnderstand this, I'm not looking for true love tonight\nIf you wanna be my little baby\nYou can meet me in the pale moonlight\nI been working every day 8 to 9 and\nServing coke and fries at the movie blue drive-in\nIf you want me, you know where to find me\n\nI can be your one time baby\nI can be your little dairy queen\nI don't wanna care tonight, I don't wanna fight\nYou don't have to give me anything\nJust put your sweet kiss, kiss on my lips now, baby\n\nUnderstand this, I been liking you since I was small\nI don't wanna get you running scared\nWhen there's no pressure there at all\nI been working 8 to 9 every day\nAnd think about you almost all the time, all the time and\nIf I wanna see you, I drive by\n\nI can be your one time baby\nI can be your little dairy queen\nI don't wanna care tonight, I don't wanna fight\nYou don't have to give me anything\nJust put your sweet kiss, kiss on my lips now, baby\n\nI'm the sweetest girl in town so why are you so mean?\nWhen you gonna ditch that stupid .... you got?\nIt's me you should be seeing\n\nHello-o-o you are looking so fine, so fine\nFantasy about you's like a gold mine, gold mine\nAsking everybody, \"Is he mine? Is he mine?\"\nNot quite yet, but I'm gonna get-get him\nNot quite yet, but I'm gonna get-get him!\n\nI can be your one time baby\nI can be your little dairy queen\nI don't wanna care tonight, I don't wanna fight\nYou don't have to give me anything\nJust put your sweet kiss, kiss on my lips now, baby\n", "methamphetamines": "\r\nMethamphetamines, pink flamingo\nBlue 50's queen, blue oyster cove\nFor the big dream, why don't we go\nTo Coney Island?\nWhen the hour numb the guy lies on\nThe record spins blue '50s song\nThe veranda looks ocean now\nNeon palms sway\nWhat's happening? Where did we go?\nThe Jersey Shore was long ago\nAs with our hopes and ocean grove\nAnd so I bid you farewell\n", "midnitedancergirlfriend": "\r\nThey call me firecracker cause I sparkle, sparkle\nAh, they call me sunshine in the dark I glow like neon gold, neon gold\nOn the dance floor, dance floor\nI'm your midnight answer\n\nBreak up with your girlfriend, let me move in\nI see the way you look at me and I loved you since\nI put my eyes on you, eyes on you\nIn it to win\nSo I drop it like it's hot on the pole, sin sin\n\nThey call me firecracker 'cause I'm danger, danger\nThey say that I'm like crack because my taste will change ya\nI'm neon gold, I'm neon gold\nGo-go dancer, dancer\nLight me up that cancer\n\nBreak up with your girlfriend, let me move in\nI see the way you look at me and I loved you since\nPut my eyes on you, eyes on you\nI'm in it to win\nSo I drop it like it's hot on the pole, spin spin\n\nYou know I love you, right?\nWhat else you looking for?\nI am the go-go girl next door, door\nI won't take no, no\nFor an answer\nI'm in to win it\nLet me be your private dancer, dancer\nDancer, dancer\n\nBreak up with your girlfriend, let me move in\nI see the way you look at me and I loved you since\nPut my eyes on you, eyes on you\nIn it to win\nSo I drop it like it's hot in the night club pole\nSpin, spin\nSpin, spin\nSpin, spin\nSpin, spin\n", "moijejoue": "\r\nDon't be bad, don't be bad\nDon't be bad, babe\nDon't be bad, don't be bad, babe\nHaha!\n\nYou know what they say\nVoulez-vous coucher\nAvec moi? Can't you see\nYourself and me? Hey!\nMansfield, Jayne\nGone downwind\nBikini teasing, cheesecake posing\nAlways on display\n\nMoi je joue (Play)\nMoi, je joue \u00e0 joue contre joue (Eh-eh)\nJe veux jouer \u00e0 joue contre vous (Oh-oh-oh)\nMais vous, le voulez-vous ?\n\nMoi je joue (Oh-oh)\nMoi, je joue \u00e0 joue contre joue (Oh-oh)\nJe veux jouer \u00e0 joue contre vous (Oh-oh-oh)\nMais vous, le voulez-vous ?\n\nWhen you went away\nI was sad and gray\nYou were like sunshine\nBrightening up my day\nJe voudrais you to stay\nAnd I'm not quiting\nI'm not waiting\nI was born to play\n\nMoi je joue (Play)\nMoi, je joue \u00e0 joue contre joue (Eh-eh)\nJe veux jouer \u00e0 joue contre vous (Oh-oh-oh)\nMais vous, le voulez-vous ?\n\nMoi je joue (Oh-oh)\nMoi, je joue \u00e0 joue contre joue (Oh-oh)\nJe veux jouer \u00e0 joue contre vous (Oh-oh-oh)\nMais vous, le voulez-vous ?\n\nHaha, haha\nJe voudrais you to play (Haha)\nWith me, come on!\n\nMon amour, je t'adore\nRien n'est mieux que ce soir\nJe peux jouer toute la nuit\nMon p'tit je viens, je suis la vie\nNe me quitte pas, jamais\nSois mon homme, s'il-te-pla\u00eet\nToi et le soleil, pareil\nPour moi, oh, let's play!\nDon't be bad, don't be bad\nDon't be bad, babe\nDon't be bad, don't be bad\nDon't be bad, babe\n\nMoi je joue (You know)\nMoi, je joue \u00e0 joue contre joue (You know that you are)\nJe veux jouer \u00e0 joue contre vous (You know, you know-oh)\nMais vous, le voulez-vous ?\n\nMoi je joue (Oh-oh)\nMoi, je joue \u00e0 joue contre joue (Oh-oh)\nJe veux jouer \u00e0 joue contre vous\nMais vous, le voulez-vous ?\n\nI'm your vulgar darling\nIn the swimming pool\nGlimmering, you say\nThat you're nobody's fool\nI know that, babe\nI know that\nBut it doesn't mean\nYou can't come in\nAnd get cool\nGet cool, get cool (Oh-oh)\nGet cool, oh-oh, ah (Oh-oh, ah)\nGet, get cool, cool!\nMmm\n", "moneyhunny": "\r\nHave you ever seen a dead man?\nA dead man lying in the road\nHave you ever heard his best friend?\nHeard his best friend say you'd better go\nBefore you get fined\nOr else you'll do time\n\nOh it's all about money, money\nMoney hunny\nIt's all about money, money\nWell alright\n\nHave you ever seen an old man?\nSeen an old man living all alone\nHave you ever heard an old man?\nHeard an old man hear the way he moans?\nBecause he's so tired\nBecause he just got fired\n\nOh it's all about money, money\nMoney hunny\nIt's all about money, money\nWell alright\n\nLately I've been\nFeeling like the world is weighing\nDown on me again\nAh ah ah ah ooh\n\nHave you ever seen a broke man\nSeen a broke man begging for his life?\nHave you ever heard a broke man\nHeard a broke man, heard the pain and strife?\nIn his one-line plea, in his dull-edged knife\n\nHe asking for money money yeah money hunny\nHe asking for money money well alright\nWell alright\nWell alright\nWell alright\n", "moremountains": "\r\nI top every mountain there's a hurdle in the sky\nWhen at last you've found them you will understand as I\nThere is no solution\nLife is without resolution\n\nYou must ask yourself what you really want in life\nYou must trust in me when I tell you it's alright\nIt's alright tonight\nIt's alright tonight\n\nI remember New Year's that your everything seemed right\nWe had not made plans and we just drove all the whole night\nLet's all go find a friend\nDon't stop until the end\n\nYou must ask yourself, am I really the one?\nYou can't be of help if you can't have any fun\nI'm your one if you want me to be\nPlease leave me be\nWho are you to say a soul won't live forever\nYeah, yeah\n\nAtop every mountain there's a hurdle in the sky\nWhen at last you've found them you will understand as I\nEach breath is sent from angels\nThese people, they are not strangers\n\nYou must ask yourself what you really want in life\nYou must trust in me when I tell you it's alright\nIt's alright tonight\nIt's alright tonight\n", "motel6": "\r\nMotel six, sloe gin fizz\nSwinging in the lobby, do the sunset twist\nI can do it, you can do it, move them hips\nCome on everybody, get dangerous\n\nFellas, if you wanna get that invite quicker\nPack up the pick-up, pick up the liquor\nGo on, use your charm right, so come on, gonna get her\nIt's about time:\n\nLadies, if you really wanna reign them suckers\nLine up your lips, plump up your puckers\nIt's about the only way to get them motherfuckers\nTo do what you want to\n\nIt's a party, it's a party\nWe're so naughty come on\nIt's a party, it's a party\nIt's a party, it's a party\nCome on Johnny, baby this is where belong\n\nMotel six, sloe gin fizz\nSwinging in the lobby, do the sunset twist\nI can do it, you can do it, move them hips\nEverybody, let's get dangerous\n\nLadies, if you really wanna know my secret\nCome a little closer, kitty, promise you'll keep it\nCome a little nearer, dear, you gonna need it\nGonna tell you:\n\nIt's a party, it's a party\nWe're so naughty!\nCome on Johnny, do it, do it, do it, come on!\nIt's a party, it's a party\nIt's a party, it's a party\nCome on Johnny maybe this is where we belong\n\nBaby, we can go down to 7-Eleven\nDrive down the drag in your Pontiac Heaven\nBaby, you can buy me Diet Mountain Dew\nAnd we'll get right down to it, me and you\nLaying on your hood like it's a flatbed truck\nIn the spotlight, we see Jim and Chuck\nWe saw that car from a mile away and it's slowing\nThey say there's a motel dance, let's get going\n\nIt's a party, it's a party, it's a party\nWe're so naughty!\nCome on Johnny, do it, do it, do it, come on!\nIt's a party, it's a party\nThat we started Come on Johnny this is where we belong!\nIt's a party, it's a party, it's a party\nWe're so naughty!\nCome on Johnny, do it, do it, do it, come on!\nIt's a party, it's a party, it's a party\nThat we started Come on Johnny this is where we belong!\n\nMotel six, sloe gin fizz\n[?]\n\nIt's a party, it's a party, it's a party\nDo it do it do it come on\nIt's a party, it's a party, it's a party, c-c-come on\n", "mybestdays": "\r\nEven my best days without you\nWere nothing in comparison to my worst days\nOnce I had found you\nOnce I had you\nI had everything\nI had everything\nI had everything\nPlease don't leave\nIt's all happening\n\nWhen I was sleeping without you\nHaunted by the baddest dreams\nI asked you beside me\nI have you, yes I have you\nSmiling in your sleep\nYou would talk to me, in my wildest dreams\nI never knew I'd find somebody like you\nLike you\nLike like\nI'd find somebody like you\nLike you\nLike you\n\nWhen I was sleeping without you\nHaunted by the baddest dreams\nAt last you're beside me\nI have you, yes I have you\nSmiling in your sleep\nPillow talk to me\nIn my wildest dreams\nI never knew I find somebody like you\nLike you\nLike like\nI find somebody like you\nLike you\nLike you\n", "mysong57": "\r\nI am the trailer park queen\nJimmy pull up in his blue Chevy Nova\nI get him strawberry ice cream\nI have been dying for him to come over\n\nWe're gonna listen to the Beach Boys\nWe're gonna ride in the roller-coaster\nWhen we get high, Jimmy propose\nJimmy gon' buy me a Coca Cola\nJimmy gonna buy me a Coca Cola\nJimmy gonna buy me a Coca Cola\n\nI am the New Jersey dance queen\nJimmy's the king of Ticonderoga\nWhen we're together, we're so mean\nWhen we're together, no one can take over\nIt's love, it's love\n\nWe're gonna listen to the Beach Boys\nWe're gonna ride in the roller-coaster\nWhen we get high, Jimmy propose\nJimmy gon' buy me a Coca Cola\nHe gonna buy me a Coca Cola\nJimmy gonna buy me a Coca Cola\n\nWe're going to Coney Island\nWe're going to Coney Island\nWe are in love and we're flying\nWe are in love and we're flying\n\nWe're gonna listen to the Beach Boys\nWe're gonna ride the gold roller-coaster\nWhen we get high, Jimmy propose\nJ gon' buy me a Coca Cola\nGon' buy me a Coca Cola\nJ gon' buy me a Coca Cola\n\nI never loved somebody so much\nI said J, get into the car and if you love me stay\nAnd drive me far, far away from who me and you are\nAnd I wanna go to Coney Island\nI wanna go to Coney Island\n\nSo we listen to the Beach Boys\nJimmy drive me to Coney Island\nWhen we get there, Jimmy propose\nI said J you don't know how happy I am\n", "nationalanthemmusicvideoversion": "\r\nHappy Birthday to you\nHappy Birthday to you\nHappy Birthday, Mr. President\nHappy Birthday to you\nThanks, Mr. President\nFor all the things you've done\nThe battles that you've won\nThe way you deal with US Steel and our problems by the ton\nWe thank you so much\nEverybody\n\nMoney is the anthem\nOf success\nSo before we go out\nWhat's your address?\n\nI'm your National Anthem\nGod, you're so handsome\nTake me to the Hamptons\nBugatti Veyron\n\nHe loves to romance them\nReckless abandon\nHoldin' me for ransom\nUpper echelon\n\nHe says to \"be cool\" but\nI don't know how yet\nWind in my hair\nHand on the back of my neck\nI said, \"Can we party later on?\"\nHe said, \"Yes, yes, yes\"\n\nTell me I'm your National Anthem\nBooyah, baby, bow down\nMaking me say wow now\nTell me I'm your National Anthem\nSugar, sugar, how now\nTake your body downtown\nRed, white, blue is in the sky\nSummer's in the air and\nBaby, heaven's in your eyes\nI'm your National Anthem\n\nMoney is the reason\nWe exist\nEverybody knows it, it's a fact\nKiss, kiss\n\nI sing the National Anthem\nWhile I'm standing over your body\nHold you like a python\nAnd you can't keep your hands off me\nOr your pants on\nSee what you've done to me\nKing of Chevron\n\nHe said to \"be cool\" but\nI'm already coolest\nI said to \u201cget real\",\n\u201cDon't you know who you're dealing with?\nUm, do you think you'll buy me lots of diamonds?\u201d\n\nTell me I'm your National Anthem\nBooyah baby, bow down\nMaking me say wow now\nTell me I'm your National Anthem\nSugar, sugar, how now\nTake your body downtown\nRed, white, blue is in the sky\nSummer's in the air and\nBaby, heaven's in your eyes\nI'm your National Anthem\n\nIt's a love story for the new age\nFor the sixth page\nWe're on a quick sick rampage\nWining and dining\nDrinking and driving\nExcessive buying\nOverdose and dyin'\nOn our drugs and our love\nAnd our dreams and our rage\nBlurring the lines between real and the fake\nDark and lonely\nI need somebody to hold me\nHe will do very well\nI can tell, I can tell\nKeep me safe in his bell tower, hotel\n\nMoney is the anthem of success\nSo put on mascara, and your party dress\n\nI'm your National Anthem\nBoy, put your hands up\nGive me a standing ovation\nBoy, you have landed\nBabe, in the land of\nSweetness and Danger\nQueen of Saigon\n\nTell me I'm your National Anthem\nBooyah, baby, bow down\nMaking me say wow now\nTell me I'm your National Anthem\nSugar, sugar, how now\nTake your body down town\nRed, white, blue is in the sky\nSummer's in the air and\nBaby, heaven's in your eyes\nI'm your National Anthem\n\nMoney is the anthem\nGod, you're so handsome\nMoney is the anthem\nOf success\n\nMoney is the anthem\nGod, you're so handsome\nMoney is the anthem\nOf success\n\nMoney is the anthem\nGod, you're so handsome\nMoney is the anthem\nOf success\n\nMoney is the anthem\nGod, you're so handsome\nMoney is the anthem\nOf success\n\nAnd I remember when I met him.\nIt was so clear that he was the only one for me.\nWe both knew right away.\nAnd as the years went on things got more difficult,\nWe were faced with more challenges.\nI begged him to stay,\nTried to remember what we had in the beginning.\nHe was charismatic, magnetic, electric, and everybody knew him\nWhen he walked in every woman's head turned.\nEveryone stood up to talk to him.\nHe was like this hybrid, this mix of a man who couldn't contain himself.\nI always got the sense that he became torn between being a good person and missing out on all of the opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him.\nAnd in that way, I understood him.\nAnd I loved him, I loved him, I loved him, I loved him.\nAnd I still love him, I love him.\n", "neverletmego": "\r\nHold me in your arms\nLove me like your best friends did\nPromise I won't hurt you, kid\nHold me really tight until the stars look big\nNever let me go\n\nAll the world is ours\nLike they say in Scarface, kid\nYou can push your drugs and I can make it big\nSinging at CBGB's, have a real good gig\nHey, you never know\n\n'Cause, baby, we were born to live fast and die young\nBorn to be bad, have fun\nHoney, you and me can be one\nJust believe, come on\n\nIf you love me hardcore, then don't walk away\nIt's a game, boy, I don't wanna play\nI just wanna be yours, like I always say\nNever let me go\nBoy, we're in a world war, let's go all the way\nPut your foot to the floor, really walk my way\nTell me that you need me more and more everyday\nNever let me go, just stay\n\nWe gonna go far\nI can already taste it, kid\nL.A.'s gonna look real good\nDrive me in your car until the sky gets big\nNever let me go\n\nSend me to the stars\nTell me when I get there, kid\nI can be your Nancy, you can be my Sid\nGet into some trouble like our parents did\nHey, they'll never know\n\n'Cause baby, we were born to be bad and move on\nBuilt to go fast and stay strong\nHoney, you and me, and no one\nJust believe, come on\n\nIf you love me hardcore, then don't walk away\nIt's a game, boy, I don't wanna play\nI just wanna be yours, like I always say\nNever let me go\nBoy, we're in a world war, let's go all the way\nPut your foot to the floor, really walk my way\nTell me that you need me more and more everyday\nNever let me go, just stay\n\nI remember when I saw you for the first time\nYou were laughing, sparkling like a new dime\nI came over, \"Hello, can you be mine?\nCan you be mine? Can you be mine?\"\n\nIf you love me hardcore, then don't walk away\nIt's a game, boy, I don't wanna play\nI just wanna be yours, like I always say\nNever let me go\nBaby, it's a sweet life, sing it like a song\nIt's a short trip, only getting one\nCan count on you, my love, more than anyone?\nNever let me go\n\nIf you love me hardcore, then don't walk away\nIt's a game, boy, I don't wanna play\nI just wanna be yours, like I always say\nNever let me go\nBoy, we're in a world war, let's go all the way\nPut your foot to the floor, really walk my way\nTell me that you need me more and more everyday\nNever let me go, just stay\n", "noir": "\r\nWalking is an art, so is my body\nPapi is a workaholic, I'm his little party\nI'm Miss Parlor-Tricks, sips of the Bacardi\nI can make you dope, sick from the naughtiness\nHe says, \"Who the best?\" You is!\n\nI'm glamorous, famous\nNotorious, dangerous, \"But you're crazy\"\n\"I'm gonna leave you,\"\nHe said, \"You're not a real girl\nYou're like a cartoon\nAll caught up in this fame game\nYo, good luck, good luck, good luck\nMay all the stars in the sky\nBow down to you, we're through.\"\n\nYou gotta be smart and I'm a little smarty\nPapi is a gangsta, I'm his little dolly\nParty favor favorite of them all\nHe says \"Baby doll is so sick\"\nSick off your naughtiness-ness-ness-ness-ness\n\nLet's go to Vegas\nHe say \"Who the best?\"\nHe said \"She is, she is but, yo\nShe crazy like in every single way\nLike a hurricane\nYou gotta get out of the way\nBut she's hot, and she's cold\nAnd she's cool and she's bold\nAnd she's full of rage like me\nAnd I like the game, yo\"\n\nCause I'm glamorous I'm famous\nNotorious dangerous but I'm crazy, yo\nGlamorous dangerous\nNotorious but famous but I'm crazy\n\nHe's gonna hate me\nHe wants a real girl\nI'm like a cartoon\nAll caught up in this fame game\nYo, good luck, good luck\nHe said \"We're through\"\n", "onourway": "\r\nYou, you light my red fire babe\nHot white, and blue\nAnd I, I think that you\nI think you're so cool, babe\nLoving everything you do\n\nYou say we're gonna run away\nPut on your sundress, summer day\nFlying around on the highway\n\nSpin me 'round, kiss me in your Chevrolet\nI love you more with each and every day\nTop down, gonna make a getaway, top down\nSpin me 'round, kiss me in your Chevrolet\nYou found me when I had lost my way\nFoot down, we're going all the way, touchdown\nGonna make a getaway, top down\n\nYou know what I want\nTake me to the K-Mart, pick me up pink lip gloss\nHow you get so hot?\nYou're making me crazy\nHoping you'll never stop\n\nYou say that we were meant to be\nWe'll be together finally\nFlying around and I'm finally free\n\nSpin me 'round, kiss me in your Chevrolet\nI love you more with each and every day\nTop down, gonna make a getaway, top down\nSpin me 'round, kiss me in your Chevrolet\nYou found me when I had lost my way\nFoot down, we're going all the way, touchdown\nGonna make a getaway, top down\n\nWe're on our way\nWe're on our way\nWe're on our way\nWe're on our way\n\nWhy do I think too much?\nYou tell me not to worry\nBecause you're the boss\nAnd you, you got a real good plan\nMy trouble's all over now\nBecause you're my man\n\nYou don't know what you've done to me\nYou're heavier than heavenly\nLife on the run has set me free, me free now\n\nWe're on our way\n\nYou tell me not to worry\nBecause you're the boss\n", "onceuponadream": "\r\nI know you, I walked with you once upon a dream\nI know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam\nAnd I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem\n\nBut if I know you, I know what you'll do\nYou'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream\n\nAh-ah, ah-ah, ah-aah mmh\nAh-ah, ah-ah, ah-aah mmh, mmh-mmh, mmh-mmh\n\nBut if I know you, I know what you'll do\nYou'll love me at once\nThe way you did once upon a dream\n\nI know you, I walked with you once upon a dream\nI know you, that gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam\nAnd I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem\n\nBut if I know you, I know what you'll do\nYou'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream\n", "oohbaby": "\r\nOoh-ooh baby, can't you hear our favorite song?\nOoh-ooh baby, make me wait a bit too long\nI don't ever want to stop, show me everything you got\nI've done this before, and I should know better\nOoh-ooh baby, what planet are you on?\nWhat ya waiting for? What ya waiting for?\n\nDid you say you wanna dance with me?\nSay you wanna put your hands on me?\nDid you say that there's a chance for me?\nAre you ready now?\nDid you say you wanna dance with me?\nShould be taking off your pants for me\nAre you ready for me, finally?\nAre you ready now?\n\nOoh-ooh baby, look at all your high-brow friends\nOoh-ooh baby thinking I don't understand\n'Cause I'm drinking diet coke a lot, sucking on my lollipops\nI know that I'm not that grown up, but no one's better\nOoh-ooh baby, when you gonna be my man?\nWhat ya waiting for? What ya waiting for?\n\nDid you say you wanna dance with me?\nSay you wanna put your hands on me?\nDid you say that there's a chance for me?\nAre you ready now?\nDid you say you wanna dance with me?\nShould be taking off your pants for me\nAre you ready for me, finally?\nAre you ready now?\n\nDid you say you wanna dance with me?\nSay you wanna put your hands on me?\nDid you say that there's a chance for me?\nAre you ready now?\n\nYou tell me that you love me\nI know you do, I know you do\nIt doesn't matter what they say, it's true\n\nDid you say you wanna dance with me?\nWanna put your hands on me?\nSay that there's a chance for me?\nAre you ready now?\nDid you say you wanna dance with me?\nShould be taking off your pants for me\nAre you ready for me finally?\nAre you ready now?\n\nDid you say you wanna dance with me?\nSay you wanna put your hands on me?\nDid you say that there's a chance for me?\nAre you ready now?\nDid you say you wanna dance with me?\nShould be taking off your pants for me\nAre you ready for me finally?\nAre you ready now? Are you ready now?\n", "paradise": "\r\nOoh, ooh. (What?)\nOoh, ooh. (That's dope)\nOoh, ooh. (What?)\nOoh, ooh\n\nLove you like I never loved anyone\nKeep me burning hot like the red, red sun\nWant you like I never wanted anyone\nYou give it to me fast like free and fun\n\nEvery time with you\nIt feels like I'm in summer\nI don't know why\nMaybe cause you're so cool and keep it on the real\nLike sugar, sugar, fly\n\nBoy you're sweet like sugar cane\nMake me feel alive again\n\nI'm going down, down\nTake you down to paradise\n(Rock you like a real bad baby)\nLa, love, lick you like vanilla ice\n(Lick you up and make you crazy)\nShut up, give me what you got\nYou can buy my hot supersonic pow\nGoing down, down\nTake you down to paradise\n\nWant you like I never wanted anyone\nGot a face like God and a bod' like drawn\nKiss you like I never kissed anyone\n'Cause you keep it really rough like, oh my God\n\nEvery time with you I can tell it's forever\nI don't know how\nAnd even if it's not, you know I couldn't stop\nYou make my heart go pow\n\nComing down like pouring rain\nMake me feel alive again\n\nI'm going down, down\nTake you down to paradise\n(Rock you like a real bad baby)\nLa, love, lick you like vanilla ice\n(Lick you up and make you crazy)\nShut up, give me what you got\nYou can rock my hot supersonic pow\nDown, down, take you down to paradise\n(How do you like that, baby?)\n\nDown down, take you down to paradise\nDown down, take you down to paradise\n\nOoh, ooh. Dope!\nOoh, ooh. That's sick!\nOoh, ooh. Dope!\nOoh, ooh. That's sick!\nOoh, ooh\nOoh, ooh\nShut up, give me what you got\nYou can buy my hot supersonic pop\n\nI'm going down, down\nTake you down to paradise\n(Rock you like a real bad baby)\nLa, love, lick you like vanilla ice\n(Lick you up and make you crazy)\nShut up, give me what you got\nYou can buy my hot supersonic pop\nGoing down, down\nTake you down to paradise\n", "paris": "\r\nBaby, say goodnight\nText me when you get home safely\nLike you always did when we was first dating\n\nYou're sitting in your office, dreaming of a different life\nYou say you wanna make me smile and see my wild side\nIf we don't leave town now\nWe're never gonna get out of here alive\nI'm walking home from school\nMy thoughts are drifting into space\nWhy don't we leave tonight\nAnd take off to a different place?\nDon't tell my daddy why\nGotta get on that plane and just fly\n\nTake me to Paris\nLet's go there and never look back\nParis (ooh), we can be crazy like that\nYou're such a naughty boy\nWhy you taking that Polaroid?\nPut on a show you'll enjoy\nTake me to Paris\n(Ooh, la-la, ooh, la-la)\n(Ooh, la-la, ooh, la-la)\n\nI wanna be that fantasy that you got on your mind\nFlying across the sea to somewhere that they'll never find\nWe should go while we're young\n'Cause one day, we will want to rewind\n\nTo our time in Paris\nTake me to Yves Saint Laurent\nParis (ooh), make out in a dark restaurant\nWe'll dance until we die\nWhy not go out every night?\nPromise we won't say goodbye\n\nTake me to Paris\nLet's go there and never look back\nParis (ooh), we can be crazy like that\nYou're such a naughty boy\nWhy you taking that Polaroid?\nPut on a show you'll enjoy\nTake me to Paris\n(Ooh, la-la, ooh, la-la)\n(Ooh, la-la, ooh, la-la)\n\nWalking through the streets at dawn\nWe dance by empty carousels\nSinging at the Sacr\u00e9-C\u0153ur\nAnd climbing up the Tour Eiffel\nUnder the stars, we are, we are\nDreaming (of Paris)\n\nYou're such a naughty boy\nWhy you taking that Polaroid?\nPut on a show you'll enjoy\n\nTake me to Paris (ooh)\nTake me to Yves Saint Laurent\nIt's Paris (ooh), make out in a dark restaurant\nWe'll dance until we die\nWhy not go out every night?\nPromise we won't say goodbye\nTake me to Paris\n(Ooh, la-la, ooh, la-la)\n(Ooh, la-la, ooh, la-la)\n\nBaby, say goodnight\nText me when you get home safely\nLike you always did when we was first dating\n", "partygirlsttropez": "\r\nStanding on the rooftop\nJust out of earshot\nLooking at this gangster guy\n\nThinking he's a hot shot\nPouring me a big shot\nTrying to get me drunk and high\n\nHe wishes to be seen with me in his limousine\nAnd he says, \"We'll have a real good time\"\nWell, XXO, but I want you to know\n\nEvery single night, in the lights I'll be sparkling bright\nI'm just a party girl, trying to get my drinks for free from you\nIf you hold me tight, it's alright, let the fire ignite\nI'm a party girl, and I'm just warning you\n\nYou don't get it, you just don't get it\nYou've already forgotten even though I just said it\nCame tonight to put my work on display\nBringing New York down to St. Tropez\n\nYou don't get it, you just don't get it\nYou've already forgotten even though I just said it\nI won't fall in love, I won't ever stop\nI'm partying all night, I'm gonna make it pop\n\nKissing on your white yacht\nShow me what you got got\nPlay a little rock n' roll\nOn an island hop stop, maybe we should dot dot dot\n(Lose control)\n\nDo you think it's really mean that I'm only on the scene\n'Cause I want a little danger boy?\nWell, XXO, but I told you so\n\nEvery single night, in the lights I'll be sparkling bright\nI'm just a party girl, trying to get my drinks for free from you\nIf you hold me tight, it's alright, let the fire ignite\nI'm a party girl, and I'm just warning you\n\nYou don't get it, you just don't get it\nYou've already forgotten even though I just said it\nCame tonight to put my work on display\nBringing New York down to St. Tropez\n\nYou don't get it, you just don't get it\nYou've already forgotten even though I just said it\nI won't fall in love, I won't ever stop\nI'm partying all night, I'm gonna make it pop\n\nIt's not about us, just forget about us\nTonight\nPut your cigarette down, baby, light up the town\nBeside me\n\nYou don't get it, you just don't get it\nYou've already forgotten even though I just said it\n\nYou don't get it, you just don't get it\nYou've already forgotten even though I just said it\nCame tonight to put my work on display\nBringing New York down to St. Tropez\n\nYou don't get it, you just don't get it\nYou've already forgotten even though I just said it\nI won't fall in love, I won't ever stop\nI'm partying all night, I'm gonna make it pop\n", "pinupgalore": "\r\nPin up girls at the roller derby\nTake me down to Newark, New Jersey\nAmerican flags\nBlue, blue streamers\nEverybody's laughing\nThe crowd is cheering\n\nBaby, I've become someone\nBaby, I've become\nBaby, I've become someone\nNot of this world\nNot of this world\n\nDance at night back in Alabama\nChristmas lights on my teal-green trailer\nAmerican flags\nBlue, blue streamers\nAll the men are watching\nThe crowd is screaming\n\nBaby, I've become someone\nBaby, I've become\nBaby, I've become someone\nNot of this world\nNot of this world\n\nPrizes, prizes\nA diamond tiara\nHere's to the girl with the blue mascara\nI have a disco ball mind\nLights flashing all of the time\nI have a disco ball mind\nI wanna die, I wanna die\nI wanna die, I wanna die\n\nOoh, ooh\n\nBaby, I've become someone\nBaby, I've become\nBaby, I've become someone\nNot of this world\nNot of this world\n", "playground": "\r\nThey all know my name now\nIt's just another lonely day on the playground\nOkay, let's go, 1, 2, 3, 4\n\nNo I'm not vintage, no I don't care\nNo I'm not Kylie, no, you can't compare me to another one\nThere's no one else, I'm nobody, I'm just myself\nIt's not Fight Club, I'm a rare snowflake\nBut if I hear you bringing me down, calling me so fake\nI will fight you (yes), I will fight you (yes)\nBecause in the end, there's only truth and God is gonna smite you\nBesides that, I don't like you\n\nI just wanna party boy, I don't wanna fight\nBut everybody knows that that's the way it is\nOnly players can survive\n\nThey all know my name now\nIt's just another lonely day on the playground\n(Only players can survive)\nRain, rain go away, now\nCome again another day in the game now\n(Only players can survive)\n\nNo I'm not retro, no I'm not fair\nAnd yes, I like to re-record and dance in underwear\nAnd it's not Scarface 'cause I'mma live forever\nAnd if I hear from anyone you're trying to get too clever\nThen I will fight you, I will win, I will rise again, soar in the wind\nIt's my destiny, the way my life begins\nSo if you're in my way, I'll knock you down like kingpin\n\nI just wanna party boy, I don't wanna fight\nBut everybody knows that that's the way it is\nOnly players can survive\n\nThey all know my name now\nIt's just another lonely day on the playground\n(Only players can survive)\nRain, rain go away, now\nCome again another day in the game now\n(Only players can survive)\n\nRing around the rosie, oh\nI don't wanna fall down\nKeep my feet on the ground\nPocket full of nursery rhymes\nI'm just biding my time\nBiding my lines\n\nI'm wearing the invisible crown\nYou can't see it yet\nTouring up and tearing the town, a soul sinner, yes\nSometimes I rap too\nI'm a white girl, but the world is my oyster\nI'm a little pearl, yep\n\nThey all know my name now\nIt's just another lonely day on the playground\n(Only players can survive)\nRain, rain go away, now\nCome again another day in the game now\n(Only players can survive)\n\nRing around the rosie, oh\nI don't wanna fall down\nKeep my feet on the ground\nPocket full of nursery rhymes\nI'm just biding my time\nBiding my lines\n", "playgroundfinalversion": "\r\nThey all know my name now\nIt's just another lonely day on the playground\n\nOkay, let's go, 1,2,3,4\n\nNo I'm not vintage, no I don't care\nNo I'm not Kylie, no you can't compare me to another one\nThere's no one else, I'm nobody, I'm just myself\nIt's not fight club, I'm a rare snowflake\nBut if I hear you bringing me down calling me so fake\nI will fight you, I will fight you\nCause in the end there's only truth and God is gonna smite you\nBesides that, I don't like you\n\nI just wanna party boy I don't wanna fight\nBut everybody knows that that's the way it is\nOnly players can survive\n\nThey all know my name now\nIt's just another lonely day on the playground\nRain rain go away now\nCome again another day in the game now (only players can survive)\n\nNo I'm not retro, no I'm not fair\nYes I'd like to re-record in heels and underwear and\nIt's not Scarface 'cause I'm 'a live forever\nIf I hear from anyone you're tryna get too clever then\nI will fight you, I will win\nI will rise again and soar in the wind\nIt's my destiny and where my life begins\nSo if you in my way I'll knock you down like kingpin\n\nI just wanna party boy I don't wanna fight\nBut everybody knows that that's the way it is, only players can survive\n\nThey all know my name now\nIt's just another lonely day on the playground\nRain rain go away now\nCome again another day in the game now\n\nRing around the Rosie ow\nI don't wanna fall down, keep my feet on the ground\nPocket full of nursery rhymes\nI'm just biding my time, biding my lines\n\nI'm wearing the invisible crown, you can't see it yet\nTouring up and tearing the town, a soul sinner yes\nSometimes I rap too, I'm a white girl\nBut the world is my oyster, I'm a little pearl, yep\n\nThey all know my name now\nIt's just another lonely day on the playground\nRain rain go away now\nCome again another day in the game now\n\nRing around the Rosie ow\nI don't wanna fall down, keep my feet on the ground\nPocket full of nursery rhymes\nI'm just biding my time, biding my lines\n", "playingdangerous": "\r\nEverybody knows I'm a good girl officer\nNo, I wouldn't do a thing like that, that's for sure\nThe house was already on fire, I swear I'm not a liar\nWell I'm a little shaken, but I'm fine, thanks for asking\nTell me, do you always work alone so late?\nGosh, I'm a little shy standing here in my nightgown\nDo you really have to put those tight handcuffs on?\n\nLooking at me, then suddenly\nI'm in love, I'm in love\nLoving hurricane\nI'm in love, I'm in love\nLove in a hurricane\n\nI've been bad, I've been wrong\nPlaying a dangerous game\nI'm in love, I'm in love\nLoving hurricane, hurricane, hurricane\n\nLet's get in the back of your cop car, officer\nYou can ask me anything you want\nAnything, anything\n\nDo you have a girl?\nI don't see a ring on your finger\nWell that's interesting have you\nEver thought of dating a singer?\n\nThe flames are getting higher\nSo is my desire\nIt's kind of exciting\nDon't you think?\n\nThen suddenly he is uncuffing me\nI'm in love, I'm in love\nLoving hurricane\nI'm in love, I'm in love\nLove in a hurricane\n\nI've been bad, I've been wrong\nPlaying a dangerous game\nI'm in love, I'm in love\nLoving hurricane, hurricane, hurricane\n\nIf you can't stand the heat\nThen stay out of the fire\nYou might get what you desire\nBoy, love is strange\nSometimes it makes you crazy\nIt can burn or break you\n\nIf you can't stand the heat\nThen stay out of the fire\nYou might get what you desire\nBoy, love is strange\nSometimes it makes you crazy\nIt can burn or break you down\n\nI'm in love, I'm in love\nLoving hurricane\nI'm in love, I'm in love\nLove in a hurricane\n\nI've been bad, I've been wrong\nPlaying a dangerous game\nI'm in love, I'm in love\nLoving hurricane, hurricane, hurricane\n", "promsonggonewrong": "\r\nBoy, it's late, walk me home, put your hand in mine\nAt the gate, stop and say, \"be my valentine\"\nYou are, by far, the brightest star\nI've ever seen, and I never dreamed\nI'd be so happy that I could die\n\nYou used to say that I was beautiful like Cleopatra\nBut you the king, too, so I would say, \"Back at ya\"\nI flip my hair and make you stare and put my make-up on\nAnd make up stories 'bout my life and put on very cherry bomb\nAnd even then, I knew that we were something serious\nThat you would dominate my thoughts like radio to Sirius\nI'd see you in the hall like, \"Hello, hello\"\nUp against the wall like, \"Let's go, let's go\"\n\nLet me take you out of this town\nLet me do it right now, baby\nDancing 'til dawn, staying forever young\nLet's get out of this place\n'Cause you're starting to waste within this teenage wasteland\nYou will never see my face\nIf you don't get me out of this place now, baby, I'm not crazy\nI'm leaving, are you coming with me?\n\nIf you're lonely, baby, hold me, you're my only one\nWatching television, kissing 'til we see the sun\nSo far, we are safe in the dark\nAnd I never dreamed that I'd be the queen\nAnd I'd be so happy that I could die\n\nYou used to call yourself The Don and call me Queen Diana\nYou always make me blush and say, \"Shut up boy, you bananas!\"\nYou pull my hair and push me down and chase me, make me run\nYou played me Biggie Smalls, and then my first Nirvana song\nSo even then, when no one's friends were really serious\nI knew you loved me by the way you looked in second period\nI'd see you in the hall like, \"Hello, hello\"\nUp against the wall like, \"Let's go, let's go\"\n\nLet me take you out of this town\nLet me do it right now, baby\nDancing 'til dawn, staying forever young\nLet's get out of this place\n'Cause you're starting to waste within this teenage wasteland\nYou will never see my face\nIf you don't get me out of this place now, baby, I'm not crazy\nI'm leaving, are you coming with me?\n\nI know that they say that all I want\nIs to have fun\nAnd get away for rainy days\nI know that they think I've come undone\nBut I'm in love, I wanna run, run, run away\nI'm leaving, are you coming with me?\n\nLet me take you out of this town\nLet me do it right now, baby\nDancing 'til dawn, staying forever young\nLet's get out of this place\n'Cause you're starting to waste within this teenage wasteland\nYou will never see my face\nIf you don't get me out of this place now, baby, I'm not crazy\nI'm leaving, are you coming with me?\n", "puppylove": "\r\nIt's not puppy love, puppy-puppy-puppy love\nIt's not puppy love, puppy-puppy-puppy love\n\nYou make me wanna be like one of those girls\nFrom the 1950s wearing those big pearls\nI'll cook you breakfast, coffee on your desk, yes\nI might burn your toast but baby I'm still the bestest\n\nIt's not puppy love, puppy-puppy-puppy love\nIt's not puppy love, puppy-puppy-puppy love\n\nYou make me wanna be like one of those girls\nOn the color TV, it was a new world\nThe Dick van Dyke show, we're Cher and Bono\nThe way I sing \"I Got You Babe\", makes you say, \"Oh, no.\"\nCause you're the class president without Jackie O\nAnd I'm singing \"Happy Birthday\" like Marilyn Monroe\n\n(One) This is not a school girl crush (No)\n(Two) This is not puppy love (uh-uh)\nIt's the real thing when you told me you loved me\nPromise I'll never see Arthur or Bobby, baby\n\n(One) This is not a school girl thing (No)\n(Two) What about the diamond ring (uh-uh)?\nEveryone knows I'm like Jessica Rabbit\nI'm your leading lady, I gotta have it, baby\n\nIt's not puppy love, puppy-puppy-puppy love\nIt's not puppy love, puppy-puppy-puppy love\n\nYou make me wanna be like one of those girls\nCalendar pin-up queen, in platinum curls\nI'll do my summer pose, golden sand between my toes\nYou can pack my favorite snack, a Veuve Clicquot and Ho Hos\nYou're everybody's hero and you're hitting it hard\nWhile I'm singing for the soldiers like Marilyn Monroe\n\n(One) This is not a school girl crush (No) (Two)\nThis is not puppy love (uh-uh)\nIt's the real thing when you told me you loved me\nPromise I'll never see Arthur or Bobby, baby\n(One) This is not a school girl thing (No) (Two)\nWhat about the diamond ring (uh-uh)?\nEveryone knows I'm like Jessica Rabbit\nI'm your leading lady, I gotta have it, baby\nAnd if I call you on the telephone, I might overdose\nCause I'm strong but I'm lonely like Marilyn Monroe\nThis is not a school girl crush\nThis is not puppy love\n\nIt's the real thing when you told me you loved me\nWhat ever happened to hold me and trust me, baby (One)\nThis is not a school girl crush (No)\n\n(Two) This is not puppy love (uh-uh)\nIt's the real thing when you told me you loved me\nPromise I'll never see Arthur or Bobby\n(One) This is not a school girl thing (No) (Two)\nWhat about the diamond ring (uh-uh)?\nEveryone knows I'm like Jessica Rabbit\nI'm your leading lady, I gotta have it, baby\nIt's not puppy love, puppy-puppy-puppy love\nIt's not puppy love, puppy-puppy-puppy love\n", "pushmedown": "\r\nPull my hair, push me down\nKnock me flat on the ground, push me down\nPull my 'tails, turn me 'round\nBaby, do it right now, push me down\nIn the dark, you can do\nWhatever you want to, right now\n\nHell on wheels, leather vest\nDoing what you do best, kiss my mouth\nBe a man, make a mess\nCan you turn it out, yes, kiss my mouth\nIn the dark, you can do\nWhatever you want to, yeah-yes\nIn your heart, yeah you knew\nI was meant for you, too, didn't you, yes?\n\n(One, two, three, four)\nI'm your little baby doll\nYou my Mr. Rock 'n' Roll King\nMake me wanna sing, sing for them all\n\n(One, two, three, four)\nI'm your little baby doll\nYou my Mr. Rock 'n' Roll King\nMake me wanna sing, sing for them all\n\nDress me up, drive me 'round\nKnow you're loving my sound, drive me 'round\nHit me up, mess around\nGet me drunk on the town, mess around\nYou're a fool, but you're cool\nAnd I know that you'll do what you want\nWhatever that is\nBe a good baby, you should be getting me whatever I want\n\n(One, two, three, four)\nI'm your little baby doll\nYou my Mr. Rock 'n' Roll King\nMake me wanna sing, sing for them all\n\n(One, two, three, four)\nI'm your little baby doll\nYou my Mr. Rock 'n' Roll King\nMake me wanna sing, sing for them all\n\nMotel swimming pool\nBreaking in, we can do\nWhatever you want\n'Cause we're young and dumb\nSexy fool, make me drool\nLoving you is bad news\nBut you're what I want\n\nOoh baby, ooh ooh baby, ooh ooh baby\nPushing me down\nOoh baby, ooh ooh baby, ooh ooh baby\nKissing me now\n\nKeep it up, baby, love you a lot\nAnd I'm not gonna stop\nMix it up, keep it fun\nBoy, we're crazy and young\nSo don't stop\nIn the dark, we can do\nWhatever you want to, yeah-yeah\n\n(One, two, three, four)\nI'm your little baby doll\nYou my Mr. Rock 'n' Roll King\nMake me wanna sing, sing for them all\n\n(One, two, three, four)\nI'm your little baby doll\nYou my Mr. Rock 'n' Roll King\nMake me wanna sing, sing for them all\n\nMotel swimming pool\nBreaking in, we can do\nWhatever you want\n'Cause we're young and dumb\nSexy fool, make me drool\nLoving you is bad news\nBut you're what I want\n", "puttheradioon": "\r\nPut the radio on\nPut the radio on (hello)\nI don't wanna know I'm wrong\nI don't wanna know I'm wrong\n\nSugar and spice, everything nice\nKeep me on lock-down, put me on ice\n'Cause I'm a really good girl, you a very bad guy\nWe're a little match made in Heaven if I say so, Yay-o\nCome over here, boy, and play-o\n\nWork it out, work it right\nBaby's lock 'n load tonight\nWork it out, keep it tight\nYou're so rock and roll\nSold your soul now, baby\n\nPut the radio on\nPut the radio on (yes, yes)\nI don't wanna know I'm wrong\nI don't wanna know I'm wrong\nPut the radio on (and take a breath)\nPut the radio on (come over here)\nI don't wanna know I'm wrong\nI don't wanna know I'm wrong for you\n\nPeaches and cream, everyone's dream\nYou think you like me now? You should hear me sing\n'Cause baby, I'm a fly girl and you're a big shot\nIf we got together, I know it would be hot-hot\nSay so, stay-o, I'll give you something to pray for\n\nWork it out, work it right\nBaby's lock 'n load tonight\nWork it out, keep it tight\nYou're so rock and roll\nSold your soul now, baby\n\nPut the radio on\nPut the radio on (yes, yes)\nI don't wanna know I'm wrong\nI don't wanna know I'm wrong\nPut the radio on (and take a breath)\nPut the radio on (come over here)\nI don't wanna know I'm wrong\nI don't wanna know I'm wrong for you\n\nI'm waiting by your back-door\nLet me come in\nI got your favorite dress on\nLong hair, pinned up\n\nI like you lots, polka dots\nHope desire's in your thoughts\nThinking of you, dreaming of us\nI like you lots, polka dots\nHope desire's in your thoughts\nThinking of you, dreaming of us\n\nPut the radio on\nPut the radio on (yes, yes)\nI don't wanna know I'm wrong\nI don't wanna know I'm wrong\nPut the radio on (and take a breath)\nPut the radio on (come over here)\nI don't wanna know I'm wrong\nI don't wanna know I'm wrong for you\n\nYou know I got a taste for tonic and gin\nYou know I got an eye for fur and fine things\nYou know that I'm to die for, baby, give in\nI told you when we met what you were in for\n\nPut the radio on\nPut the radio on (yes, yes)\nI don't wanna know I'm wrong\nI don't wanna know I'm wrong\nPut the radio on (and take a breath)\nPut the radio on (come over here)\nI don't wanna know I'm wrong\nI don't wanna know I'm wrong for you\n", "putyourlipstogether": "\r\nYou know how to whistle, don't ya?\nJust put your lips together\nJust put your lips together\nAnd blow, and blow, and blow\n\nYou can be a pop princess, put you in a party dress\nYou can make your smile white\nYou can party up all night\nAnd you can take your jazz galore-lore, I ain't going anymore\nYou strike me as the type of guy\nWho doesn't know what he's looking for\nYou say that you're gangster in that the whole world's against ya\nI can be your liaison to all things fine\n\nIf you wanna win, let me in, let me in\nEverybody knows I'm a lucky dice, lucky roll\nIf you want me back, just put your lips together and blow\n\nYou know how to whistle, don't ya?\nJust blow, just blow\nYou know how to whistle, don't ya?\nYou know who's the most fun, don't ya?\nIt's me, baby, it's me, baby\nJust put your lips together and blow, blow\n\nI can be your dirty bitch, bitch\nI can be your only wish\nDon't you think it's time to switch\nSwitch it up, baby, please?\n'Cause you're doing the same thing, you'll get the same thing\nDon't you want better? You was a smart boy\nDon't you want heaven?\nDon't you want heaven here on earth?\n\nIf you wanna win, let me in, let me in\nIf you want me back, all you have to do is sin\nPut your lips together, put your lips together\n\nYou know how to whistle, don't ya?\nPut your lips together, won't ya?\nAnd blow, and blow-oh-oh\nYou know how to whistle, don't ya?\nYou know who's the most fun, don't ya?\nIt's me, baby\nPut your lips together, put your lips together\n\nI'm hot, hot, don't stop\nIt's what I want, want you, babe, you, babe\nI, I, I, I blow hard, don't stop, stop, stop\nIt's all I really want, it's all I really want, it's you, you\n\nYou know how to whistle, don't ya?\nYou know who's the most fun, don't ya?\nDon't ya know, babe?\nJust put your lips together and blow\n\nIf you wanna win, let me in, let me in\nIf you want me back, all you have to do is sin\nPut your lips together and blow\nLet me in, if you\n\nIf you wanna win, let me in, let me in\n", "queenofdisaster": "\r\nWhat you do to me is indescribable\nGot me sparkling just like an emerald\nSet my soul on fire and make me wild\nLike the deep blue sea\nNo other boy ever made me feel beautiful\nWhen I'm in your arms, feel like I have it all\nIs it your tattoos or golden grill\nThat makes me feel this way?\n\nGot me spinning like a ballerina\nFeeling gangster every time I see ya\nYou're the king and, baby, I'm the queen of\nDisaster, disaster\nGot me spinning like a ballerina\nYou're the bad boy that I always dreamed of\nYou're the king and, baby, I'm the queen of\nDisaster, disaster\n\nGot mascara thick, I get emotional\nYou know, I was more than just a party girl\nIsn't hard to see what's going on\nI'm so far gone (Mm, so far gone)\nWhen I saw your face, it was incredible\nPainted on my soul, it was indelible ('Cause you're the one)\nLet's celebrate our twisted fate\nWe're the broken ones\n\nGot me spinning like a ballerina\nFeeling gangster every time I see ya\nYou're the king and, baby, I'm the queen of\nDisaster, disaster\nYou got me spinning like a ballerina\nYou're the bad boy that I always dreamed of\nYou're the king and baby, I'm the queen of\nDisaster, disaster\n\nLadies and gentlemen\nFor the very first time!\n\nYou got me spinning like a ballerina\nFeeling gangster every time I see ya\nYou're the king and, baby, I'm the queen of\nDisaster (Disaster), disaster (Disaster)\nYou got me spinning like a ballerina\nYou're the bad boy that I always dreamed of\nYou're the king and I'm the beauty queen of\nDisaster, disaster\n", "resistance": "\r\nOh, baby, when you call me, I come to\nFrom dreams I'll wake, and I'm waiting for you\nOh, baby, when you call me, I come to\nI jump through hula hoops of fire just to get to you\n\nYou're making me crazy, oh, little baby\nShut your complaining, aye-aye-aye-aye\nYou make me so angry, someone should pay me\nWhy don't you get the sty-y-y-yle?\nMake me smile\n\nLife's been killing me, but I willingly go\nYou're kidding me, why keep leading me on?\nKeep killing me, won't stop stealing my heart\nKeep killing me, won't stop bleeding my soul\nYou know I go the distance\nThe path of least resistance\n\nOh, honey, when you call me, I want to\nStay on the telephone for hours just to get you home\nOh, sugar, when you call me after school\nI see your smile and I could run a methampheta-mile\n\nI'll never forget it, oh, you'll regret it\nNowhere to kiss it, aye-aye-aye-aye\nTake it or leave it, better believe it\nYou'll never see why-y-y-y\nSay goodbye\n\nLove's been killing me, but I willingly go\nYou're kidding me, why keep leading me on?\nKeep killing me, won't stop stealing my heart\nKeep killing me, won't stop bleeding my soul\nYou know I go the distance\nThe path of least resistance\n\nNew kind of porno\nOne that has yet been born, oh\nLoving you's like loving a hurricane, I'm tired of\nAll the mess you make, all the hearts you break\nLoving you's like loving a dirty bomb, you're blowing up\nAll the cash I'm paid, all the love we made\n\nLove's been killing me, but I willingly go\nYou're kidding me, why keep leading me on?\nKeep killing me, won't stop stealing my heart\nKeep killing me, won't stop bleeding my soul\n\nLove's been killing me, but I willingly go\nYou're kidding me, why keep leading me on?\nKeep killing me, won't stop stealing my heart\nKeep killing me, won't stop bleeding my soul\nYou know I go the distance\nThe path of least resistance\nYour problem with commitment is\nThe bane of my existence\n\nTrue love, it comes once\nYou messed it up, you stupid\n", "ride-music-video": "\n[Spoken introduction:]\nI was in the winter of my life, and the men I met along the road were my only summer\nAt night I fell asleep with visions of myself, dancing and laughing and crying with them\nThree years down the line of being on an endless world tour, and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times\nI was a singer. Not a very popular one\nI once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken\nBut I didn't really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is\nWhen the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I'd been living, they asked me \"Why?\", but there's no use in talking to people who have home\nThey have no idea what it's like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lay your head\nI was always an unusual girl\nMy mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean\nAnd if I said I didn't plan for it to turn out this way I'd be lying\nBecause I was born to be the other woman\nWho belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone\nWho had nothing, who wanted everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn't even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me\n\nI been out on that open road\nBut you can be my full-time daddy, white and gold\nSinging blues has been getting old\nBut you can be my full-time baby, hot or cold\n\nDon't break me down (Don't break me down)\nI been traveling too long (I been traveling too long)\nI been trying too hard (I been trying too hard)\nWith one pretty song (With one pretty song)\n\nI hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast\nI am alone at midnight\nBeen trying hard not to get into trouble, but I\nI've got a war in my mind\nSo, I just ride, just ride\nI just ride, I just ride\n\nDying young and playing hard\nThat's the way my father made his life and art\nDrink all day and we talk 'til dark\nThat's the way the road dogs do it, light 'til dark\n\nDon't leave me now (Don't leave me now)\nDon't say goodbye (Don't say goodbye)\nDon't turn around (Don't turn around)\nLeave me high and dry (Leave me high and dry)\n\nI hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast\nI am alone at midnight\nBeen trying hard not to get into trouble, but I\nI've got a war in my mind\nI just ride, just ride\nI just ride, I just ride\n\nI'm tired of feeling like I'm fucking crazy\nI'm tired of driving 'til I see stars in my eyes\nIt's all I've got to keep myself sane, baby\nSo I just ride, I just ride\n\nI hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast\nI am alone at midnight\nBeen trying hard not to get into trouble, but I\nI've got a war in my mind\nI just ride, just ride\nI just ride, I just ride\n\n[Spoken ending:]\nEvery night I used to pray that I'd find my people, and finally I did on the open road\nWe had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives into a work of art\nLive fast. Die young. Be wild. And have fun\nI believe in the country America used to be\nI believe in the person I want to become\nI believe in the freedom of the open road\nAnd my motto is the same as ever:\n\"I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I'm at war with myself I ride, I just ride.\"\nWho are you?\nAre you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?\nHave you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?\nI have. I am fucking crazy\nBut I am free\n", "roses": "\r\n(Uh, feeling's gone, feeling's gone)\n(Uh, this love is dead)\n\nYou always buy me roses when I'm mad\nDo you think I'll forgive you just like that?\nDid you forget who you were seeing, yeah?\nI'm not letting you off easy, I'm still sad\n\nI'm kissing you hard, you got my lipstick on your face\nI stole your girlfriend's keys, kicked her out of your place\nCause I want you more than I did before, -fore\nI'm missing you hard, give you my soft-core baby face\nAnd then we start to fight, tumble down the staircase\nAnd when we hit that floor, you want me even more, more\n\nAnd then you buy me roses and it's fine\nI forgive you almost all the time\nAs long as you remember that you're mine\nI'll let you off easy, it's alright\nAnd then you buy me roses and it's fine\nI forgive you almost all the time\nAs long as you remember that you're mine\nI'll let you off easy, it's alright\n\nYou always buy me roses like a creep\nAsking for forgiveness, unsexy\nWhat happened to the man you used to be?\nIf you still want my love then work for me\n\nYou're kissing me hard, you got my lipstick on your face\nYou show me what you got and put a girl in her place\nIf you want me more than you did before\n(Uh, feeling's gone, feeling's gone)\n\nAnd then you buy me roses and it's fine\nI forgive you almost all the time\nAs long as you remember that you're mine\nI'll let you off easy, it's alright\nAnd then you buy me roses and it's fine\nI forgive you almost all the time\nAs long as you remember that you're mine\nI'll let you off easy, it's alright\n\nWe had conversations, ain't nothing said\nThis girl is crazy, I've done lost my head\n\"Her life is awesome\", the doctor said\nBut my shit feel awful, this love is dead\n\nAnd then you buy me roses and it's fine\nI forgive you almost all the time\nAs long as you remember that you're mine\nI'll let you off easy, it's alright\nAnd then you buy me roses and it's fine\nI forgive you almost all the time\nAs long as you remember that you're mine\nI'll let you off easy, it's alright\n\nSee I could see the pain\nIn her eyes, in her eyes\nThis love is dead\nThis love is dead\n", "runmotorcycle": "\r\nThis is stupid, this whole sober\nThis is stupid, this whole sober thing\nAll the boys with me like to drink\nThis is stupid, this whole music thing\nI'm burnt out, and I don't wanna sing\n\nBut I've got nothing better, but my sleeve\nIf life can't be fun, then I guess I'll have to leave\nI said, \"Run motorcycle run\"\nRun motorcycle run\n\nAm I lovely? Flowers in my hair\nDo you love me? You, yes you over there\nEverybody asks me who I am\nI'm nobody, I'm only a man\n\nAnd I got nothing better, but my sleeve\nIf life can't be fun, then I guess I'll have to leave\nSo I say \"Run motorcycle run\"\nRun motorcycle run\nRun motorcycle run\nRun motorcycle run\n", "scarface": "\r\nAh, don't fuck with me\nI told you (told you)\nI told you (told you)\n(You thought you knew everything of me, who do you think I am?)\nI told you (told you)\n\nDon't fuck with me\nDon't fuck with me\nI told you (told you)\nDon't fuck with me\nI told you (told you)\nDon't fuck with me (told you)\nI told you (told you)\nDon't fuck with me (I told you)\nDon't fuck with me (I told you)\n\nFuck-you attitude\nYou know what I wanna do\nLight it up red, white and blue\nDo I look high to you?\nThat's because I am\nThat's because I am\nDo you know what I had to do\nTo get here, man!?\n\nNo no, you don't don't\n'Cause you're not a gangster (Don't fuck with me)\n(Scarface)\nNo no, you don't don't (Don't fuck with me)\n'Cause you're not a gangster\nLike I am\n\nScarface, sacrifice\nSold my soul to make it nice\nIt was worth it, paid the price\nLife is death when blow is life\nBut me and my crew\nWe know what we like\nWe know how to roll\nWill we ever stop? No!\n\nDon't fuck with me\nDon't fuck with me\nYou're not a gangster\nDon't fuck with me (You're not a gangster)\nDon't fuck with me (You're not a gangster)\nDon't fuck with me (You're not a gangster)\nDon't fuck with me (You're not a gangster)\nDon't fuck with me (You're not a gangster)\nLike I am\n\nDon't fuck with me (Oh)\nDon't fuck with me (Oh)\n(Oh)\nDon't fuck with me (Oh)\nDon't fuck with me (Oh)\nDon't fuck with me!\n\nYes, yes, yes\nDon't fuck with me\n(Ah)\n\nDon't fuck with me (You're not a gangster)\n(Fuck you)\nYou're not a gangster\nYou're not a gangster\nYou're not a gangster\nYou're not a gangster\nFuck!\n", "seasonofthewitch": "\r\nWhen I look out my window\nMany sights to see\nAnd when I look in my window\nSo many different people to be\n\nThey're strange, so strange\nIt's very strange to me\n\nYou've got to pick up every stitch (Gonna be)\nYou've got to pick up every stitch (Gonna be, gonna be)\nYou've got to pick up every stitch\nOh no, must be the season of the witch\nMust be the season of the witch\nMust be the season of the witch\n\n(Gonna be)\n\nWhen I look over my shoulder (What happens then?)\nWhat do you think I see? (Mm)\nSome other cat looking over (Shadoop, shadoop)\nOver the shoulder at me (Ah, at me)\n\nAnd he's strange, so strange (So strange)\nHe's very strange to me\n\nYou've got to pick up every stitch (Gonna be)\nYou've got to pick up every stitch (Gonna be, gonna be)\nBeatniks are out to make it rich\nOh no, must be the season of the witch\nMust be the season of the witch\nMust be the season of the witch\n\nWitch, witch\nSaid it must be the season, must be the season, must be the season (Witch)\nSaid it must be the season, must be the season, must be the season (Of the witch)\nSaid it must be the season, must be the season, must be the season (Witch) (You've got to pick up every stitch)\nSaid it must be the season, must be the season, must be the season (Witch) (You've got to pick up every stitch)\nSaid it must be the season, must be the season, must be the season (Witch)\n(Must be the season of the witch)\nWitch (Must be the season of the witch)\n\nWitch, witch\nWitch, witch\nWitch, witch\nWitch, witch\n", "serenequeen": "\r\nWhy you so uptight, what's the problem?\nEverybody knows you're doing it anyway\nWhy you act so tired when you got so much?\nYou could be sending it my way\nThose guys were cool, but you'll never give yourself away\nAnd I'm not a fool, no, \"I love you\" I said\n\nHe had all his guns and all his guns were blazing\nPut his arms around me, so amazing\nHe had all his guns all his guns were blazing\nPut his arms around me, so amazing\nAmazing, amazing, amazing\n\nHe'd call me the serene queen\n(Come on baby, if you want it you can get it right)\nThe serene queen\n(Come on baby, if you want it you can get it right)\nThe serene queen\n(Come on baby, if you want it you can get it right now)\nI don't start fights but I'll stop 'em all by my any means\nHa, ha, ha, ha, ha\n\nWhy you so upset, what's the problem?\nEverybody knows you're doing it anyway\nWhy you act so tough when you got so much?\nGoing for you already\nThose guys were cool, but you never gave yourself away\nBaby it's true, you I'd never betray\n\nHe had all his guns and all his guns were blazing\nPut his arms around me so amazing\nHe had all his guns, all his guns were blazing\nPut his arms around me so amazing\nAmazing, amazing, amazing\n\nHe'd call me the serene queen\n(Come on baby, if you want it you can get it right)\nThe serene queen\n(Come on baby, if you want it you can get it right)\nThe serene queen\n(Come on baby, if you want it you can get it right now)\nI don't start fights but I'll stop 'em all by my any means\nHa, ha, ha, ha, ha\n\nYou think too much, you dream too much\nYou think too much, you dream too much\nYou think too much, you dream too much\nBut what a beautiful mind is such\n\nHe had all his guns and all his guns were blazing\nHe never gave himself away\nHe had all his guns and all his guns were blazing\nI'd never betray\n\nHe'd call me the serene queen\n(Come on baby, if you want it you can get it right)\nThe serene queen\n(Come on baby, if you want it you can get it right)\nThe serene queen\n(Come on baby, if you want it you can get it right now)\nI don't start fights but I'll stop 'em all by my any means\nHa, ha, ha, ha, ha\n", "serialkiller": "\r\nWish I may, wish I might\nFind my one true love tonight\nDo you think that he could be you?\nIf I pray really tight\nGet into a fake bar fight\nWhile I'm walking down the avenue\nIf I lay really quiet\nI know that what I do isn't right\nI can't stop what I love to do\nSo I murder love in the night\nWatching them fall one by one, they fight\nDid you think you'll love me too?\n\nBaby, I'm a sociopath\nSweet serial killer\nOn the warpath\n'Cause I love you just a little too much\nI love you just a little too much (much, much)\nYou can see me drinking Cherry Cola\nSweet serial killer\nI left a love note\nSaid, you know I love the thrill of the rush\nYou know I love the thrill of the rush\n\n(You send me right to heaven)\nSweet serial killer\n(I guess I'll see him over)\nDo it for the thrill of the rush\nLove you just a little too much, much\n(You send me right to heaven)\nSweet serial killer\n(I guess I'll see him over)\nI love you just a little too much\nLove you just a little too much, much\n\nMy black fire's burning bright\nMaybe I'll go out tonight\nWe can paint the town in blue\nI'm so hot, I ignite\nDancing in the dark and I shine\nLike a light, I'm luring you\nSneak up on you really quiet\nWhisper, \"Am I what your heart desires?\"\nI can be your ingenue\nKeep you safe and inspired\nBaby, let your fantasies unwind\nWe can do what you want to do\n\nBaby, I'm a sociopath\nSweet serial killer\nOn the warpath\n'Cause I love you just a little too much\nI love you just a little too much (much, much)\nYou can see me drinking Cherry Cola\nSweet serial killer\nI left a love note\nSaid, you know I love the thrill of the rush\nYou know I love the thrill of the rush (rush, rush)\n\n(You send me right to heaven)\nSweet serial killer\n(I guess I'll see him over)\nDo it for the thrill of it all\nLove you just a little too much, much\n(You send me right to heaven)\nSweet serial killer\n(I guess I'll see him over)\nI love you just a little too much\nLove you just a little too much, much\n\nJust have fun\n(Wanna play you like a Gameboy)\nI don't want one\n(What's the thrill of the same toy?)\nLa-la, la-la, la, la-la, la-la, lie down, down\nJust have fun\n(Wanna play you like a Gameboy)\nI don't want one\n(What's the thrill of the same toy?)\nLa-la, la-la, la, la-la, la-la, lie down, down\nOh!\n\nYou can see me drinking Cherry Cola\nSweet serial killer\nI left a love note\nSaid, you know I love the thrill of the rush\nYou know I love the thrill of the rush\n\n(You send me right to heaven)\nSweet serial killer\n(I guess I'll see him over)\nDo it for the thrill of it all\nLove you just a little too much, much\n(You send me right to heaven)\nSweet serial killer\n(I guess I'll see him over)\nI love you just a little too much\nLove you just a little too much, much\n", "shesnotme": "\r\nDown, down, down\nMm, uh-huh\nHuh, let's go!\n\nWhen you got her in the back seat\nDriving round the back streets\nTrying to block me out\n(Do you remember my name?)\nCruising down Santa Monica Boulevard\nDoes it light up the spark?\n(Do you remember my name?)\n\nIs she your ride-or-die bitch\nDoes she know I'm tattooed onto your heart?\nYou can try to fight it\nI have left my mark on you\nThere is nothing you can do\n\nWhen you think you're over me\nAnd your bad baby's dead and gone\n(Remember) I'm the ghost in your machine\nI'm your real-life suicide blonde\n(You like that?)\nYou're in love, you're in love, you're in love\nWell she might be here, might be hot\nBut baby she's not me\n\nWhen you take her to Chateau Marmont\n'Cause you booked the top suite\nLay her on the bed\n(Do you remember my name?)\nStrip her down to her bare ass\nIn her Kiki de Montparnasse\nLike I used to have\n(Do you remember my name?)\n\nIs she your ride-or-die bitch\nDoes she make you shiver under your skin\nJust the way that I did?\nIt won't be the same again\nShe don't compare to who I am\n\nWhen you think you're over me\nAnd your bad baby's dead and gone\n(Remember) I'm the ghost in your machine\nI'm your real-life suicide blonde\n(You think that)\nYou're in love, you're in love, you're in love\nWell she might be here, might be hot\nBut baby she's not me\n\nYou try to forget and you tell her that you miss her\nBut I bet every time you go to kiss her\nYou get a hot rush feeling on your lips\nIt's me taking over you, throwing you a curve ball\nReminding you of our true romance and\nJust like the first time you learned to dance and\nI showed you all those moves she can't do\nShe's not me (me, me)\n\nWhen you think you're over me\nAnd your bad baby's dead and gone\n(Remember) I'm the ghost in your machine\nI'm your real-life suicide blonde\n(You think that)\nYou're in love, you're in love, you're in love\nWell she might be here, might be hot\nBut baby she's not me\nWhen you think you're over me\nAnd your bad baby's dead and gone\n(Remember) I'm the ghost in your machine\nI'm your real-life suicide blonde\n(You think that)\nYou're in love, you're in love, you're in love\nWell she might be here, might be hot\nBut baby she's not me\n", "sogoodsummerbummerdemo": "\r\nIt's never too late, to be who you wanna be\nTo say what you wanna say\nAnd it's never too late, to leave if you wanna leave\nOr stay if you wanna stay, baby\n\nI got a feeling in my bones\nCan't get you out of my veins\nYou can't escape my affection\nWrap you up in my daisy chains\n\nHip hop in the summer\nDon't be a bummer, babe\nBe my undercover love, babe, mhm\nHigh tops in the summer\nDon't be a bummer, babe\nBe my undercover lover, babe, mhm\n\nIt's never too late, to see what I wanna see\nInstead of what's in front of me, yeah\nAnd it's never too late, to be free if you wanna be\nI can help you if you wanna be, babe\n\n'Cause I got a feeling in my bones\nGuess I got love on the brain\nGiving into your affliction\nWrap you up in my daisy chains\n\nHip hop in the summer\nDon't be a bummer, babe\nBe my undercover love, babe, mhm\nHigh tops in the summer\nDon't be a bummer, babe\nBe my undercover lover, babe, mhm\n\nHigh tops in the summer\nDon't be a bummer, babe\nDon't be a bummer\nDon't be a bummer\n\n'Cause I got a feeling in my bones\nGuess I got love on the brain\nGiving into your affliction\nWrap you up in my daisy chains\n\nHip hop in the summer\nDon't be a bummer, babe\nBe my undercover love, babe, mhm\nHigh tops in the summer\nDon't be a bummer, babe\nBe my undercover lover, babe, mhm\n", "solegit": "\r\nYou were the freak king of the piercing shop\nAll the girls thought they could sing\nBut they're really not, shit, I don't get it\nYou're looking like a man, you're talking like a baby\nHow the fuck is your song in a Coke commercial? Crazy\nI don't get it, your taste once exquisite\n\nWhat happened to Brooklyn?\nWhat happened to New York?\nWhat happened to my scene?\nWhat happened to punk rock, rock?\n\nYou called me the queen of the downtown scene, babe\nHow the fuck would you go switch it up and then replace me?\nI don't get it, I'm so legit\n\nTell me, was it 'cause I wasn't platinum in jewels?\nThat perhaps, you thought I was a little bit of an uncool\nKid, was that it?\n\nStefani, you suck, I know you're selling twenty million\nWish they could have seen you when we booed you off in Williamsburg\nYou're hurt, I know my words don't hurt ya\n\nOh, girl, I see you walking 'round in your pearls\nThinking that you're number one\nYou're so funny, 'cause honey, you're not\n\nWhat happened to Brooklyn, the last frontier?\nThey said you could make it anywhere if you can make it here\nBut where?\nNo magic in the air\n\nWhat happened to Brooklyn?\nWhat happened to our scene, baby?\nHave we all gone Gaga crazy?\nRemember when the streets used to be dangerous\nAnd we were born bad?\nAnd we were born bad?\n\nPunk rock, punk rock\nThe boys used to punch each other in the face\nAnd girls were walking 'round wasted\nEveryone had a good night, come back in sunlight\nPunk rock, rock, rock\n", "somethingslastalongtime": "\r\nYour picture is still on my wall, on my wall\nThe colors are bright, bright as ever\n\nRed is strong, but blue is true\nSome things last a long time\nSome things last a long time\n\nYour picture is still on my wall, on my wall\nI think about you often, often\n\nI can't forget all the things we did\nSome things last a long time\nSome things last a long time\n\nIt's funny, but it's true\nAnd it's true, but it's not funny\n\nTime comes and goes\nAll the while I still think about you\nSome things last a long time\n\nYour picture is still on my wall, on my wall\nThe colors are bright, bright as ever\n\nThings that we did are we forget\nSome things last a long time\nSome things last a long time\n", "starryeyed": "\r\nOh, boy, you're starry-eyed\nLie back, baby, lie back\nYou've got heaven in your eyes\nI like that, boy, I like that\n\nLife doesn't always work out like you planned it\nThey say, \"Make lemonade out of lemons,\"\nBut I try and I just can't understand it\nAll this trying for no good reason\nMan makes plans and God laughs\nWhy do I even bother to ask, Honey?\nWell, once you and I, we were the king and queen of this town\nIt doesn't matter now\nThe sun's setting on our love, bye, baby\n\nOh, boy, you're starry-eyed\nLie back, baby, lie back\nYou've got heaven in your eyes\nI like that, boy, I like that\n\nLife doesn't always work out like you planned it\nThey say, \"Make lemonade out of lemons,\"\nBut I try and I can't understand it\nAll this begging for no good reason\nMan makes plans and God laughs\nWhy do I even bother to ask, Honey?\nWell, once you and I, we were the king and queen of this town\nIt doesn't matter now\nThe sun's setting on our love, bye bye, baby\n\nOh, boy, you're starry-eyed\nLie back, baby, lie back\nYou've got heaven in your eyes\nI like that, boy, I like that\n\nIt doesn't matter what they say\nLet's go do it anyway\nCause you and I have an undying kind of love\nYou can be mine, I'll be yours, c'mon baby\n\nOh, boy, you're starry-eyed\nLie back, baby, lie back\nYou've got heaven in your eyes\nI like that, boy, I like that\n\nOh, boy, you're starry-eyed\nLie back, baby, lie back\nYou've got heaven in your eyes\nI like that, boy, I like that\n", "stoplightdelite": "\r\nI had a man, he was sweet as pie\nI met him as I waked right by him\nHe said, \"Baby you so fine that when you walk\nEven the stoplights stop talk about you\nI saw you and I had to make you mine\n'Cause you ultimately the most fine\nYou know a man like me\nGotta have a woman that's killer\nShe's got a be killer, killer, killer, baby\"\n\nFly body, dope in the face\nFly body, dope in the face\n\nThe way you talk, well, you make me smile\nAnd I'm looking down 'cause I'm kinda shy\nYou know you're so fine that when you talk\nEven the roses get up to walk to you\nYou're crazy but I knew that at the time\nI just cannot resist your golden grill\nAnd your stupid pickup line\n\nFly body, dope in the face\nFly body, dope in the face\n\nThere's something about you when you say\n\"Come on, come on with me babe.\"\nAnd I don't know why but I know\nWherever you go, I'm gonna follow\n\nFly body, don't mean a thing\nFly body, don't mean a thing\nFly body, dope in the face\n\nYou're gonna be the, you're gonna be the\nYou're gonna be the death of me\n(Yes you are, you are)\n\nYou so fly, you so dope, babe\nYou so fly, you so dope, babe\nFly like a bird\n", "strangelove": "\r\nHey, stranger, my strange love\nWould you be mine?\nAm I what you're dreaming of?\nHey, stranger, my strange love\nWhat makes you shine?\nWhat makes you fall in love?\n\nIt's strange the way we met\nA desert road and then\nMy car had stopped and you pulled off\nOn your black motorcycle\nYou rode me to the bar\nWe danced all night under\nThe Christmas lights and the dark black night\nWith the lightning and the thunder\n\nHey, stranger, my strange love\nWould you be mine?\nAm I what you're dreaming of?\nHey, stranger, my strange love\nWhat makes you shine?\nWhat makes you fall in love?\n\nYou took me to the edge\nOf town, that's where you slept\nYou liked it best when no one else\nCould find you or could bother\nYou poured us mint juleps\nAnd kissed me the lips\nYou held me tight in the TV light\nAnd you said you never loved her\n\nYou have a dark heart, like mine\nThings that you've seen in dark time\nLet me love you, let me touch you\nLet me show you you'll be fine\n\nHey, stranger, my strange love\nWould you be mine?\nAm I what you're dreaming of?\nHey, stranger, my strange love\nWhat makes you shine?\nWhat makes you fall in love?\n", "summerbummerclamscasinoremix": "\r\nIt's never too late to be who you wanna be\nTo say what you wanna say\nIt's never too late to leave if you wanna leave\nOr to stay if you wanna stay\nBut, baby, I got a feeling in my bones\nCan't get you out of my veins\nYou can't escape my affection\nWrap you up in my daisy chains\n\nHip-hop in the summer\nDon't be a bummer, babe\nBe my undercover lover, babe, hmm\nHigh tops in the summer\nDon't be a bummer, babe\nBe my undercover lover, babe, hmm\n\nUh, her sophistication make you wanna quit the bitch you dating\nLet's skip the games, let's quit the playing\nBoo, let's get acquainted (what?)\nNotifications sync in place even when we're on vacation (yeah)\nI knew she'd notice like I missed the payment, dang it (Ooh)\nBut bang it like my fingers (What?)\nShe pray to God I made it (What?)\nBut banking like my Franklins (Yeah)\nMy neighbors stopped the hating (Yeah)\nWhat? (what? They been at it, check it out)\nHuh? (We been out here, yeah)\nSlide inside it (What?)\nDiddy Bopping (What?)\nMilly Rocking (What? What?)\nShe just might become my lover for real\nI might fuck with her all summer for real\nThey better not holler if I cuff her for real\nNiggas better run for cover for real\nGoing bell how I feel, close the deal, pop a seal\nTake the whip, two pills on the lips on the real\nTruthfully, between you and me, I'm usually single\nWhen it's hot outside this, I ride through any hood with the top out\nHop out\n\nHip-hop in the summer\nDon't be a bummer, babe\nBe my undercover lover, babe, hmm\nHigh tops in the summer\nDon't be a bummer, babe\nBe my undercover lover, babe, hmm\n\nWhite lies and black beaches, miles in between us\nIs this love or lust or some game on repeat?\nIt's like making me crazy\nTell me, \"Have patience\"\nBaby, I need this, white lines and black beaches\nWhite lies and black beaches and blood red sangrias\nWe traveled for weeks, just to escape your demons\nBut you've got your reasons in making me crazy\nBut you've got your reason, white lies and black beaches\n\nHigh tops in the summer\nDon't be a bummer, babe\nDon't be a bummer\nDon't be a\n\nHip-hop in the summer\nDon't be a bummer, babe\nBe my undercover lover, babe, hmm\nHigh tops in the summer\nDon't be a bummer, babe\nBe my undercover lover, babe, hmm\nDon't be a bummer, babe\n", "summerbummersnakehipsremix": "\r\nHip-hop in the summer\nDon't be a bummer, babe\n\nWhite lies and black beaches\nMiles in between us\nIs this love or lust or some game on repeat?\nIt's like making me crazy\nTell me \"Have patience\"\nBaby, I need this\nWhite lines and black beaches\nWhite lies and black beaches\nAnd blood red sangrias\nWe traveled for weeks, just to escape your demons\nBut you've got your reasons\nIn making me crazy\nBut you've got your reasons\nWhite lies and black beaches\n\nHip-hop in the summer (What? What? What?)\nDon't be a bummer, babe (What? What? Yeah?)\nBe my undercover lover, babe, hmm\n(What? What? What? What? What? What? Yeah\nWhat? What? What?)\nHigh tops in the summer (summer, what? What? What?)\nDon't be a bummer, babe (summer, what? What? What?)\nBe my undercover lover, babe (What? What? What? What? What?)\n\nUh, her sophistication makes you wanna quit the bitch you dating\nLet's skip the games, let's quit the playing\nBoo, let's get acquainted (what?)\nNotifications sync in place even when we're on vacation (yeah)\nI knew she'd notice like I missed the payment, dang it (What? Ooh)\nBut bang it like my fingers (Ooh, what?)\nShe pray to God I made it (What?)\nBut banking like my Franklins (Yeah)\nMy neighbors stopped the hating (Yeah)\nWhat? (what? They been at it, check it out)\nHuh? (We been out here, yeah)\nSlide inside it (What?)\nDiddy Bopping (What?)\nMilly Rocking (What? What?)\nShe just might become my lover for real (for real, for real)\nI might fuck with her all summer for real (for real, for real)\nThey better not holler if I cuff her for real (for real, for real)\nYou can't escape my affection\nWrap you up in my daisy chains\n\nHip-hop in the summer (What? What? What?)\nDon't be a bummer, babe (What? What? Yeah?)\nBe my undercover lover, babe, hmm\n(What? What? What? What? What? What? Yeah\nWhat? What? What?)\nHigh tops in the summer (summer, what? What? What?)\nDon't be a bummer, babe (summer, what? What? What?)\nBe my undercover lover, babe (What? What? What? What? What?)\n\nGoing bell how I feel, close the deal, pop a seal\nTake the whip, two pills on the lips on the real (for real, for real)\nTruthfully, between you and me, I'm usually single\nWhen it's hot outside this, I ride through any hood with the top out\nHop out (top out, hop out, hop out)\nHigh tops in the summer\nHop out (top out, hop out, hop out)\nDon't be a bummer, babe\nHop out (top out, hop out, hop out)\nDon't be a bummer\nHop out (top out, hop out, hop out)\nDon't be a bummer\n\nHip-hop in the summer (What? What? What?)\nDon't be a bummer, babe (What? What? Yeah?)\nBe my undercover lover, babe, hmm\n(What? What? What? What? What? What? Yeah\nWhat? What? What?)\nHigh tops in the summer (summer, what? What? What?)\nDon't be a bummer, babe (summer, what? What? What?)\nBe my undercover lover, babe (What? What? What? What? What?)\nDon't be a bummer, babe\n", "summerofsam": "\r\nLike the summer of Sam, back in '69\nI'd be heavenly, deadly on the grind\n'Cause to sing this nice has to be a crime\nI be murdering and murdering 'em\n\nLike the summer of love back in '69\nYou can say that I'm yours, but my body is divine\nI belong to everybody that I walk by\nLike hi, hi\nI'm the master of my destiny\nYou haven't seen the best of me\nAnd if you want the rest of me\nYou'll have to pay a lovely fee\nHard to stay far, far away from me\n'Cause I am the baddest girl in NYC\nYou can look but please don't touch, boy\nStay away from me\n\nBaby, I'm a cinnamon girl\nKeeping it fresh on the far east side\nBaby, I'm a tenement girl\nKeeping it in touch, your cherry pie\nB-A-D-D-E-S-T, baddest girl in NYC\nBaby, I'm a dangerous girl\nYou should stay away from me\n\nI've been murdering and murdering 'em\nI be murdering and murdering 'em\n\nLike the summer of Sam, back in '69\nI'll be tying them up, and hang 'em out to dry\n'Cause I'm hot like that when I walk, they die\nI be murdering and murdering 'em\n\nLike the summer of love back in '69\nWhen I get on the microphone my, my\nThey be looking at each other like ay, ay, ay\nLike bye, bye\n\nPlease excuse m-my vivacity, capacity for hating\n'Cause it's incredible\nIt's better if you stay away from me\nI know it's hard, hard to stay far, far away from me\nI am the baddest girl in NYC\nYou can look but please don't touch\nBut boy, step away from me\n\nBaby, I'm a cinnamon girl\nKeeping it fresh, on the e-east side\nBaby, I'm a tenement girl\nKeeping it in touch, your cherry pie\nB-A-D-D-E-S-T, baddest girl in NYC\nBaby, I'm a dangerous girl\nBaby, you should stay away from me\n\nI've been murdering and murdering 'em\nHappily\nMurdering and murdering 'em ah, ah\nMurdering and murdering 'em\n\nI'm diggable, predictable\nNo, everyone knows all my people\nI'll give you a fistful\nYou know you'll be in a fight\nUnmissable, invincible, behavior is despicable\nIf you're looking for fun you can come out with me tonight\n\nI am the baddest girl in NYC\nI am the baddest, ya liking what you see? Yup!\n\nBaby, I'm a cinnamon girl\nKeeping it sweet, on the far east side\nBaby, I'm a tenement girl\nKeeping it in touch, your cherry pie\nB-A-D-D-E-S-T, baddest girl in NYC\nHoney, I'm a dangerous girl\nYou should stay away from me\n", "summerwine": "\r\nStrawberries, cherries and an angel's kiss in spring\nMy summer wine is really made from all these things\n\nI walked in town on silver spurs that jingled to\nA song that I had only sang to just a few\nShe saw my silver spurs and said, \"Let's pass some time\nAnd I will give to you summer wine.\"\nOh, summer wine\n\nStrawberries, cherries and an angel's kiss in spring\nMy summer wine is really made from all these things\nTake off your silver spurs and help me pass the time\nAnd I will give to you summer wine\nMm, summer wine\n\nMy eyes grew heavy and my lips, they could not speak\nI tried to get up but I couldn't find my feet\nShe reassured me with an unfamiliar line\nAnd then she gave to me more summer wine\nMm, summer wine\n\nStrawberries, cherries and an angel's kiss in spring\nMy summer wine is really made from all these things\nTake off your silver spurs and help me pass the time\nAnd I will give to you summer wine\nMm, summer wine\n\nWhen I woke up, the sun was shining in my eyes (in my eyes)\nMy silver spurs were gone, my head felt twice its size (in my eyes, uh)\nShe took my silver spurs, a dollar and a dime (Uh, Uh)\nAnd left me craving for more summer wine\nOh, uh, summer wine\n\nStrawberries, cherries and an angel's kiss in spring\nMy summer wine is really made from all these things\nTake off your silver spurs and help me pass the time\nAnd I will give to you summer wine\nMm, summer wine\nMm, summer wine\nMm, summer wine\n\nTa ta da, ta da ta ta\nTu tu tu du, tu da\nTu tu tu da, tu da\nAh, ah\n", "summertimesadnesscedricgervaisremix": "\r\nI got my red dress on tonight\nDancing in the dark in the pale moonlight\nDone my hair up real big, beauty queen style\nHigh heels off, I'm feeling alive\n\nOh my God, I feel it in the air\nTelephone wires above\nAre sizzling like a snare\nHoney I'm on fire, I feel it everywhere\nNothing scares me anymore\n\nKiss me hard before you go\nSummertime sadness\nI just wanted you to know\nThat baby, you the best\n\nI got that summertime, summertime sadness\nSu-su-summertime, summertime sadness\nGot that summertime, summertime sadness\n\nI'm feeling electric tonight\nCruising down the coast, going about 99\nGot my bad baby by my heavenly side\nI know if I go, I'll die happy tonight\n\nOh my God, I feel it in the air\nTelephone wires above\nAre sizzling like a snare\nHoney I'm on fire, I feel it everywhere\nNothing scares me anymore\n\nKiss me hard before you go\nSummertime sadness\nI just wanted you to know\nThat baby, you the best\n\nI got that summertime, summertime sadness\nSu-su-summertime, summertime sadness\nGot that summertime, summertime sadness\n", "summertimethegershwinversion": "\r\nSummertime\nAnd the living is easy\nFish are jumping\nAnd the cotton, the cotton is high\n\nOh, your daddy, he's rich\nAnd your ma, she's good looking\nSo hush, little baby\nDon't you cry\n\nOne of these mornings\nYou're gonna rise up singing\nYou gonna spread your wings\nAnd take, and take to the sky\nUntil that morning\nAin't nothing can harm you\nWith daddy and mammy standing by\n\nStanding by\nStanding by, little baby\nStanding by\n", "supermovie": "\r\nDrop me off at the Copacabana\nYou're my one true love, aren't you man, ah?\nI'm your little Super 8 movie\nYou know I'm in love with ya truly, yeah\nSo when, baby, if you\nDon't get down (ah ah ah)\nDon't get down\n\nSpin me 'round, kiss me in your Chevrolet\nI love you more with each and everyday\nIt's finally time to make a safe get away\nI could not be happier\n\nDrop me off, Santo Casino\nI got an idea, why don't we go to Mexico?\nLike we said we would, and you, don't want, want to\nBut I think, I think it'd be good for you, Billy\nYou never want to do nothing anymore and I\nRemember the days when you used to sway and you'd\n\nSpin me 'round, kiss me in your Chevrolet\nI love you more with each and everyday\nIt's finally time to make a safe get away\nI love you, baby\n\nWhat happened to us? Me and you?\nI was funny once and you were funny, too\nOne day, we woke up and I found that we had grew\nAnd only I wasn't me, I had come out blue\nAnd you, I don't know what to make of you\nYou're not a color, you're more of a shape\nOf your former self, like they say, babe\nI remember the days when you'd\n\nSpin me 'round, kiss me in your Chevrolet\nI love you more with each and everyday\nAnd I'll continue always to keep that way\n\nYellow, red or blue\nDon't matter to me if it don't matter to you\nWe'll just keep on trucking and see what we do and\nI remember every way that you love me, baby\n\nSpin me 'round, kiss me in your Chevrolet\nTop down, howling \"Vegas\" all the way\nWe almost had it all, didn't we, baby?\n", "teenagewasteland": "\r\nBoy, it's late, walk me home\nPut your hand in mine\nAt the gates stop and say\n\"Be my Valentine.\"\n\nYou are by far\nThe brightest star\nI've ever seen\nAnd I never dreamed\nI'd be so happy\nThat I could die\n\nUsed to say that I was beautiful\nLike Cleopatra\nBut you the king too so I would say\n\"Back at'cha!\"\n\nI flip my hair and make you stare\nAnd put my make-up on\nAnd make up stories 'bout my life\nAnd put on Very Cherry Bomb\n\nAnd even then I knew that we were\nSomething serious\nThat you would dominate my thoughts of\nRadio Two serials\n\nI'd see you in the hall like\n\"Hello, hello\"\nUp against the wall like\n\"Let's go, let's go!\"\n\nLet me take you out of this town\nLet me do it right now, baby\nDancing 'til dawn, staying forever young\nLet's get out of this place\n'Cause you're starting to waste\nWithin this teenage wasteland\n\nYou will never see my face\nIf you don't get me out of this place\nNow, baby, I'm not crazy\nI'm leaving, are you coming with me?\n\nIf you're lonely, baby, hold me\nYou're my only one\nWatching television, kissing\n'Til we see the sun\n\nSo far, we are\nSafe in the dark\nAnd I never dreamed\nThat I'd be the queen\nAnd I'd be so happy\nThat I could die\n\nYou used to call yourself \"the Don\"\nAnd called me \"Queen Diana\"\nYou always make me blush I say\n\"Shut up, boy, you bananas.\"\n\nYou pull my hair and push me down\nAnd chase me, make me run\nYou play me Biggie Smalls and then\nMy first Nirvana song\n\nSo even then when no one's friends\nWere really serious\nI knew you loved me by the way\nYou looked in second period\n\nI'd see you in the hall like\n\"Hello, hello\"\nUp against the wall like\n\"Let's go, let's go!\"\n\nLet me take you out of this town\nLet me do it right now, baby\nDancing 'til dawn, staying forever young\nLet's get out of this place\n'Cause you're starting to waste\nWithin this teenage wasteland\n\nYou will never see my face\nIf you don't get me out of this place\nNow, baby, I'm not crazy\nI'm leaving, are you coming with me?\n\nI know that they say\nThat all I want\nIs to have fun\nAnd get away for rainy days\n\nI know that they think\nI've come undone\nBut I'm in love\nI wanna run, run, run away\n\nI'm leaving, are you coming with me?\n\nLet me take you out of this town\nLet me do it right now, baby\nDancing 'til dawn, staying forever young\nLet's get out of this place\n'Cause you're starting to waste\nWithin this teenage wasteland\n\nYou will never see my face\nIf you don't get me out of this place\nNow, baby, I'm not crazy\nI'm leaving, are you coming with me?\n", "televisionheaven": "\r\nOoh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\nMm-mm, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh\nCome on, come on\n\nI hope you remember me like this\nSmoking cigarettes in my sundress\nGlamorous and gangster, oh yes\n(My battle lines look like paradise next to you)\nI hope I remember you just like that\nLooking fresh to death in your ball cap\nYou say you'll tap it like a hi-hat\n(Your stupid lines, they're like dynamite)\n\nThe future's looking bright as black tonight\nYou tell me that our love cannot endure\nBaby, if it's wrong, I don't wanna be right\nOh, I don't know a thing of this, I'm sure\n\nThere's nowhere on this Earth I would rather be\nThan in your bedroom breathing heavily\nThe way you're smiling, it's so deadly\nHoney, you are heavenly, t-television heaven with you\nSwinging in New York to Nirvana's song\nWith nothing but that t-t-television on\nWe're kissing in the dark, in my diamonds\nPut that MT-TV on, t-television heaven with you\n(And now, here's Johnny!)\n\nI wonder if you'll think of me like this\nOn your fire escape like a hot mess\nYou say, \"You're beautiful but hopeless\"\n(\"Come on inside, oh, you crazy child, look at you\")\nI promise that I'll think of you as the king\nQuoting Corleone like you're so mean\nIt's Cosa Nostra 'cause it's our thing\n(I made you mine like a thousand times)\n\nLucy's in the sky with ice tonight\nHeaven knows I've tried hard to find a cure\nBaby, if it's wrong, I don't wanna be right\nAnd if you ask again, I'll say I'm sure\n\nThere's nowhere on this Earth I would rather be\nThan in your bedroom breathing heavily\nThe way you're smiling, it's so deadly\nHoney, you are heavenly, t-television heaven with you\nSwinging in New York to Nirvana's song\nWith nothing but that t-t-television on\nWe're kissing in the dark, in my diamonds\nPut that MT-TV on, t-television heaven with you\n\nStay up tonight, turn out the light\nIt feels so right, baby, you're a vision in blues\nStay up tonight, turn out the light\nIt feels so right, watching television with you\n\nThere's nowhere on this Earth I would rather be\nThan in your bedroom breathing heavily\nThe way you're smiling, it's so deadly\nHoney, you are heavenly, t-television heaven with you\nSwinging in New York to Nirvana's song\nWith nothing but that t-t-television on\nWe're kissing in the dark, in my diamonds\nPut that MT-TV on, t-television heaven with you\n", "thehappiestgirlinthewholeusa": "\r\nShine on me sunshine\nWalk with me world\nIt's a skip-a-dee-doo-dah day\nI'm the happiest girl in the whole U.S.A\n\nGood morning, morning, hello sunshine\nWake up sleepy head\nWhy'd we move on that bojangle clock\nSo far away from the bed?\n\nJust one more minute, that's why we moved it\nOne more hug or two\nDo you love waking up next to me\nAs much as I love waking up next to you?\n\nWell you make the coffee and I'll make the bed\nI'll fix your lunch and you'll fix mine\nNow tell me the truth, do these old shoes look funny?\nHoney, it's almost nine\n\nNow you be careful, gotta go\nI love you, have a beautiful day\nAnd kiss the happiest girl in the whole U.S.A\n\nSkip-a-dee-doo-dah\nThank you Lord for making him for me\nAnd thank you for making life turn out\nThe way I always thought it should be\n\nThere once was a time when I could not imagine\nHow it would feel to say\nI'm the happiest girl in the whole U.S.A\n\nShine on me sunshine\nWalk with me world\nIt's a skip-a-dee-doo-dah day\nI'm the happiest girl in the whole U.S.A\n", "themanilove": "\r\nAll that's real to me is Marilyn and Jesus\nJumping off of bridges\nSparklers and streamers, honey\nI wanna fly, I wanna fly, I wanna fly\n\nBoy, you wanna come to my motel, honey?\nBoy, you wanna hold me down, tell me that you love me?\nDon't you know that I have really never loved nobody but you?\nBoy, you wanna come to my motel, honey?\nBoy, you wanna hold me down, tell me that you love me?\nDon't you know that I have really never loved nobody but you?\n\nAll that's real to me is Halloween and Jesus\nConey Island beaches\nChandeliers and seizures, honey\nI wanna fly, I wanna fly, I wanna fly\nI can't be with the man I love\nI can't be, if he treats me rough\nI can't see him, I can't call him up\nAll that's real to me is trailer parks and beaches\nAlabama breezes\nPlatinum and peaches, honey\nI wanna fly, I wanna fly, I wanna fly\nI can't be with the man I love\nI can't be, if he treats me rough\nI can't see him, I can't call him up\n\nBoy, you wanna come to my motel, honey?\nBoy, you wanna hold me down, tell me that you love me?\nDon't you know that I have really never loved nobody but you?\nBoy, you wanna come to my motel, honey?\nBoy, you wanna hold me down, tell me that you love me?\nDon't you know that I have really never loved nobody but you?\n", "theresnothingtobesorryabout": "\r\nLittle boy\nLiving without you won't be easy to do\nLittle boy\nYou are the love of my life\nAnd if you don't wanna talk to me\nWell, then I think that's alright\n\nLord, watch over my love\nLord, watch over my love\nMy love\n\nKnowing you are hurt inside\nI think of all your happy times\nOh, my\nWhen I ask what I can do\nYou say remember me the way I was six months ago, oh\nI could do so much more for you, y'know\nI could make you well if you just asked me to\nOh\n\nLord, watch over my love\nLord, watch over my love\nI'll do anything\nFor you or for him\nOr whoever else needs some help out there\nI swear, I swear\n\nLord, watch over my love\nLord, watch over my love\nAlways\n\nThink of you on quiet nights\nAt traffic lights and\nEvery highway and\nI get a little scared sometimes when\nEveryone I meet I find has\nA friend\n\nLord, watch over my love\nLord, watch over my love\nMy love\n", "tiredofsingingtheblues": "\r\nYou know, sometimes I think God is playing a little game with me\nLooking down from heaven, laughing, and trying to see how much I can take\nBecause the way things go, it's like a joke\nNobody's had more shots at the moon, and missed, than me\n\nIt's like I got my life stuck, stuck on rewind\nTrying to make something of myself, life's got something else in mind\nI'm fighting a losing game and I'm biding my time\nYou won't be my man, do I understand? No, stop\nI don't want to hear another word about your 'Why not's'\nI bought your bullshit all before, now you trying to sell me more, babe?\n\nMan who makes a beast out of himself got nothing to lose\nSold my soul long ago, nothing left to choose\nI'm tired, tired of singing the blues\nI'm tired\n\nI'm walking down the streets, you wouldn't know what I was thinking\nIt's just another white girl day, hey ribbons in my hair, and I am sinking down\nA double life, a sordid past, and I am drinking now\nI want to be bad, you say you were glad to see me, shut up\nI don't want to know another thing you think you know about me\nI'm not who you think I am, smiling, but I ain't happy\n\nMan who makes a beast out of himself got nothing to lose\nSold my soul long ago, nothing left to choose\nI'm tired, tired of singing the blues\nI'm tired\n\nOh, I'm so far gone, I can't turn off my mind\nIt's like a ticking time bomb\nTrying to kill me from inside\nHaunting day and night\nIs there no remedy for memory?\n\nI've felt this way before I've known the depths of utter desperation\nMy boyfriend says I'm like an old movie star with loneliness as my occupation\nI know that he's right but I don't care tonight\nI want to be bad, I want to be bad, I can't stop\nI keep running around the same town, knocking you down, I'm fucked\nHow can I get out when there's nowhere to go for miles around?\n\nA man who makes a beast out of himself got nothing to lose\nSold my soul long ago, nothing left to choose\nI'm tired, tired of singing the blues\nI'm tired\n", "trashmissamerica": "\r\nDon't ya wanna come to my motel honey?\nDon't ya wanna hold me down, tell me that you love me?\nDon't ya know that I have really never loved nobody, but you?\nDon't ya wanna come to my motel honey?\nDon't ya wanna hold me down, tell me that you love me?\nDon't ya know that I have really never loved nobody, but you?\n\nI'll do my hair up all high and wide, wild flowers tied\nGreen swimming pool pink flamingos, high Christmas lights\nBlue bedspread and silver tinsel, my hearts delight\n\nDon't ya wanna come to my motel honey?\nDon't ya wanna hold me down, tell me that you love me?\nDon't ya know that I have really never loved nobody, but you?\nDon't ya wanna come to my motel honey?\nDon't ya wanna hold me down, tell me that you love me?\nDon't ya know that I have really never loved nobody, but you?\n\nDo you like my fake nails daddy?\nBlack palm tree pink tiger-stripes\nUsed to go to the kamfreena\nWill you buy me a slice of cherry pie?\nWe didn't know much, just worked at night\nSweet trailer light\n\n1, 2\nDon't ya wanna come to my motel honey?\nDon't ya wanna hold me down, tell me that you love me?\nDon't ya know that I have really never loved nobody, but you?\nDon't ya wanna come to my motel honey?\nDon't ya wanna hold me down, tell me that you love me?\nDon't ya know that I have really never loved nobody, but you?\n\nHe said, \"Lana Rey, will you serve me lemonade?\"\nAnd I said, \"Yes, Bill, I will. It's the day of the parade\nAnd you look even more handsome than you did\nOn the day that I left you\nHow do you spend your nights, honey?\nStill watching TV? I long to be in your arms, honey\nCome back to me\nPlease.\"\n\nDon't ya wanna come to my motel honey?\nDon't ya wanna hold me down, tell me that you love me?\nDon't ya know that I have really never loved nobody, but you?\nDon't ya wanna come to my motel honey?\nDon't ya wanna hold me down, tell me that you love me?\nDon't ya know that I have really never loved nobody, but you?\n\nAll I want is to feel good\nAll I want is to feel good\nAll I want is to feel good, you know?\n\nCome on now if you want to\nIf you want to if you want to\nIt's been a long time\n\nDon't ya wanna come to my motel honey?\nDon't ya wanna hold me down, tell me that you love me?\nDon't ya know that I have really never loved nobody, but you?\nDon't ya wanna come to my motel honey?\nDon't ya wanna hold me down, tell me that you love me?\nDon't ya know that I have really never loved nobody, but you?\n", "trashmagic": "\r\nBoy, you wanna come to my motel, honey?\nBoy, you wanna hold me down, tell me that you love me?\nBoy, you know that I have really never loved nobody but you?\nBoy, you wanna come to my motel, honey?\nBoy, you wanna hold me down, tell me that you love me?\nBoy, you know that I have really never loved nobody but you?\n\nI do my hair up, all high and wide\nWhite flowers tied\nGreen swimming pool, pink flamingo, high Christmas lights\nBlue bed spread and silver tinsel\nMy heart's delight\n\nBoy, you wanna come to my motel, honey?\nBoy, you wanna hold me down, tell me that you love me?\nBoy, you know that I have really never loved nobody but you?\nBoy, you wanna come to my motel, honey?\nBoy, you wanna hold me down, tell me that you love me?\nBoy, you know that I have really never loved nobody but you?\n\nDo you like my fake nails daddy?\nBlack palm tree, pink tiger stripes\nUsed to go to the Palm Parade, yeah\nWhere you'd buy me a slice of cherry pie\nWe didn't know much, just worked at night\nSweet trailer life\nOne, two\n\nBoy, you wanna come to my motel, honey?\nBoy, you wanna hold me down, tell me that you love me?\nBoy, you know that I have really never loved nobody but you?\nBoy, you wanna come to my motel, honey?\nBoy, you wanna hold me down, tell me that you love me?\nBoy, you know that I have really never loved nobody but you?\n\nHe said, \"Lana Rey, will you serve me lemonade?\"\nI said, \"Yes Bill, I will, it's the day of the parade\"\nAnd you look even more handsome than you did the day that I left you\"\nHow do you spend your nights, honey, still watching TV?\nI long to be in your arms, honey\nCome back to me, please\n\nBoy, you wanna come to my motel, honey?\nBoy, you wanna hold me down, tell me that you love me?\nBoy, you know that I have really never loved nobody but you?\nBoy, you wanna come to my motel, honey?\nBoy, you wanna hold me down, tell me that you love me?\nBoy, you know that I have really never loved nobody but you?\n\nAll I want is to feel good\nAll I want is to feel good\nAll I want is to feel good\nYou know, hmm\nCome on now, if you want to\nIf you want to\nIf you want to\nIf you want to\nIt's been a long time\n\nBoy you wanna come to my motel honey?\nBoy you wanna hold me down, tell me that you love me?\n(In my motel, honey)\nBoy, you know that I have really never loved nobody but you?\n(I said god-damn!)\n", "trashmagicdemoversion": "\r\nAll that's real to me is Marilyn and Jesus\nJumping off'a bridges, sparklers and streamers, honey\nI wanna die, I wanna die, I wanna die\nAll that's real to me is trailer parks and Jesus\nAlabama freezes, platinum and peaches, honey\nI wanna fly, I wanna fly, I wanna fly\n\nDon't you wanna come to my motel, honey?\nDon't you wanna hold me down, tell me that you love me?\nDon't you know that I have really never loved nobody but you?\nDon't you wanna come to my motel, honey?\nDon't you wanna hold me down, tell me that you love me?\nDon't you know that I have really never loved nobody but you?\n\nAll that's real to me is ice cream trucks and Jesus\nConey Island beaches, chandeliers and seizures, honey\nI wanna cry, I wanna cry, I wanna cry\nAll that's real to me is birthday cakes and beaches\nHalloween and Jesus, fireworks and streamers, honey\nI wanna die, I wanna die, I wanna die\n\nDon't you wanna come to my motel, honey?\nDon't you wanna hold me down, tell me that you love me?\nDon't you know that there is really nobody like you? Yeah\nDon't you wanna come to my motel, honey?\nKnow you wanna come to my motel, honey\nDon't you wanna hold me down, tell me that you love me?\nDon't you know that I have really never loved nobody but you?\n\nAll I want is to feel good, all I want is to feel good\nAll I want is to feel good\n\nDon't you wanna come to my motel, honey?\nDon't you wanna hold me down, tell me that you love me?\nDon't you know that I have never loved nobody but you? But you\n", "trueloveontheside": "\r\nI only put you down cause I want you so much\nI only put you in a box, cause you're giving me a head rush\nI only want your love, I want your love, want your love\nI'm a lion in a party dress, I won't stop until I get the best\nYeah-yea-yea-yeah\n\nEverybody knows they call me Brooklyn baby\nEveryone's one true love on the side\n(Love on the side, love on the side)\nEverybody knows I'm American, baby\nWatching me dance while you get h-high\n(Get h-high, get h-high)\nEverybody knows they call me trouble, baby\nOne of us comes from the white trash side\n(White trash side, white trash side)\nI'm everything you want but it's hard to decide\nCause everybody wants true love on the side\n(Love on the side, love on the side)\nYeah-yea-yea-yeah\n\nI only put you down cause I want you so much\nI only put you in a box, cause you're giving me a head rush\nI only want your love, I want your love, want your love\nI'm a lion in a party dress, I won't stop until I get the best\nYeah-yea-yea-yeah\n\nEverybody knows they call me Brooklyn baby\nEveryone's one true love on the side\n(Love on the side, love on the side)\nEverybody knows I'm American, baby\nWatching me dance while you get h-high\n(Get h-high, get h-high)\nEverybody knows they call me trouble, baby\nOne of us comes from the white trash side\n(White trash side, white trash side)\nI'm everything you want but it's hard to decide\nCause everybody wants true love on the side\n(Love on the side, love on the side)\n\n(Tell me when)\n\nYou try to get away but it can't be denied\nCause everybody wants true love on the side\nI'm everything you want but it's hard to decide\nCause everybody wants true love on the side\nYeah-yea-yea-yeah\n\nEverybody knows they call me Brooklyn baby\nEveryone's one true love on the side\n(Love on the side, love on the side)\nEverybody knows I'm American, baby\nWatching me dance while you get h-high\n(Get h-high, get h-high)\nEverybody knows they call me trouble, baby\nOne of us comes from the white trash side\n(White trash side, white trash side)\nEverybody knows they call me Brooklyn baby\nEveryone's one true love on the side\n(Love on the side, love on the side)\n\nI only put you down cause I want you so much\nI only put you down cause I want you so much\nI only put you in a box, cause you're giving me a head rush\nI only put you in a box, cause you're giving me a head rush\nI only put you down cause I want you so much\nI only put you down cause I want you so much\nI only want your love, I want your love, want your love\nI'm a lion in a party dress\nI won't stop until I get the best\n", "tvinblackandwhite": "\r\nIf you get lonely, think of me only\nPrison isn't going to keep me from you\nRemember Coney Island and how we\nWent into the water, 'til the waves turned blue?\nNobody does have to know that our love's alive\nKeep it on the low if you want to hide\nGot that same address if you want to write\nOne Greenwich Avenue, wishing and thinking of you\n\nLiving without you's like TV in black and white\nYou turned me on and brought color into my life\nWhen I'm around you, suddenly, I realize\nThat I was blind before I saw the world through your eyes\n\nIf you get lonely, think of this only\nHeaven hasn't forgotten about you\nThough you can't hold me, pick up and phone me\nUse your one phone call on your ex girl, boo\nI won't tell a single soul how you spend your nights\nIn that single cell, holding your pillow tight\nIf you really are afraid, then you ought to know\nThat you're the one I want, the one I want forever more\n\nLiving without you's like TV in black and white\nYou turned me on and brought color into my life\nWhen I'm around you, suddenly, I realize\nThat I was blind before I saw the world through your eyes\n\nI know you get scared sometimes, boy\nNothing to be feared when you're in my heart\nTroubles come in threes but in your case\nThey came in millions and trillions, but that's all right\n\nLiving without you's like TV in black and white\nYou turned me on and brought color into my life\nWhen I'm around you, suddenly, I realize\nThat I was blind before I saw the world through your eyes\n\nLike TV in black and white\nLike TV in black and white\nLike TV in black and white\nLike TV in black and white\n", "unidentifiedflyingbill": "\r\nBill takes me down to the beach\nIn the coat that he got from his father\nHe whispers to me that sometimes\nHe thinks he sees things over the water\nLike maybe UFOs or something\nFlying in the air\nWell, I don't know about those, Bill\nBut I don't care\n\nSlow burn, I'm hot like a fire\nI'm sober, but you're getting higher\nLife is so crazy, I can't take it\nBut at least we've got the night\nWe still got tonight\n\nBill takes me down to the beach\nIn East Hampton and walks on the water\nSays they don't know it yet\nBut I'm the second coming of the Father\nAnd he keeps on fishing\nTryna turn one into twenty\nHe's turnin' the ocean into wine for the summertime\n\nSlow burn, I'm hot like a fire\nI'm sober, but you're getting higher\nLife is so crazy, I can't take it\nBut at least we've got tonight\nWe still got tonight\nWe still got tonight\nWe still got tonight\n\nTell it to me\nTell me I'm wrong\nCome to me\nCome to me\nTell me I'm wrong\nCome to me\nSend me, now\nTell me I'm wrong\n(Tell me I'm wrong)\nOhh\n\nSlow burn, I'm hot like a fire\nI'm sober, but you're still getting higher\nLife is so crazy, I can't take it\nBut at least we've got the night\nWe still got the night\n", "usagainsttheworld": "\r\nWhat do you need to get high for?\nWhen your baby's to die for?\nQuit your job let's make a ride for it\n\nIf you want it supersize\nI can do that for you\nIf you want it double fries\nI can do that for you\nIf you want a good surprise\nI can do that for you\nIf you won't believe your eyes\nI can do that for you\n\nWhat do you need to get high for?\nWhen your baby's so die for?\nQuit your job, let's make a ride for\nIt's us against the world\n\nIf you want a cola\nI can make it colder\nIf you want a bad girl\nNobody's bolder\nAnd if you want the Queen of New York then you\nBetter call me, call me\n\nIf you want some dirty lies\nI can do that for you\nWatch me dance for other guys\nI can do that for you\nTell you everything's alright\nI can do that for you\nNever ever leave your side\nI can do that for you\n\nWhat do I need to get high for?\nThere ain't no reason to cry for\nQuit your job, let's make a life\nBoy, it's us against the world\n\nIf you want a cola\nI can make it colder\nIf you want a bad girl\nNobody's bolder\nAnd if you want the Queen of New York then you\nBetter call me, call me\n\nLights, lights, sights, sights\nBuy me Coca Cola in the middle of the night\nAh, ah, ah\nLights, lights, sights, sights\nBuy me Coca Cola in the middle of the night\nAh, ah, ah\n\nWhat do you need to get high for?\nWhen your baby's so die for?\nQuit your job, let's make a ride for\nIt's us against the world\n\nIf you want a cola\nI can make it colder\nIf you want a bad girl\nNobody's bolder\nAnd if you want the Queen of New York then you\nBetter call me, call me\n", "velvetcrowbar": "\r\nI was addicted to you but I didn't know it\nYou were afflicted by booze\nYou didn't show it huh\n\nLife is a velvet crowbar\nHitting you over the head\nYou're bleeding but you want more\n\"This is so like you,\" I said\nPut yourself on back to bed\n\nYou're like crack to me I don't want to leave\nI'm watching you sleep, afraid you'll stop breathing\nMy baby's on his eighth life darling\nStaying with him 'til the morning\n\nYou're like crack to me so fun I can't see\nWith your golden grill, your purple dream\nMy baby's on his eighth life darling\nGonna watch him 'til the morning\n\nI was addicted to you didn't wanna blow it\nYou were a dick with your crew\nAlways on the road\n\nYou wanna touch life so hard\nWhy can't you give it a rest?\nYou're not that bright for a star\nBurned yourself out nothing left\nBurned yourself out nothing left\n\nYou're like crack to me I don't want to leave\nI'm watching you sleep, afraid you'll stop breathing\nMy baby's on his eighth life darling\nStaying with him 'til the morning\n\nYou're like crack to me so fun I can't see\nWith your golden grill, your purple dream\nMy baby's on his eighth life darling\nGonna watch him 'til the morning\n\nStyrofoam on the microphone\nCan't give it up, can't go it alone\nFlame-colored paradise for you darling\nBut death doesn't come with a warning\n\nLife is a velvet crowbar\nHitting you over the head\nYou're bleeding syrup amour\nBleeding to death\n\nYou're like crack to me I don't want to leave\nI'm watching you sleep, afraid you'll stop breathing\nMy baby's on his last life darling\nI'm staying with him 'til the morning\n\nYou're like crack to me so fun I can't see\nWith your golden grill, your purple dream\nMy baby's on his eighth life darling\nGonna watch him 'til the morning\nGonna stay with him 'til morning\n\nMy baby's on his eighth life, darling\n(Gonna stay around 'til morning)\n\nMy baby's on his eighth life, darling\nAnd death doesn't come with a warning\n", "wait": "\r\nWait a little longer kid\nWhat you want to grow up so fast for?\nWhy you doing like I did?\nDidn't you say I got what I asked for?\n\nBut you're afraid to find out\nLike me and climb out\nBut you're always close to me\nYou got a different story\nIt's the same damn thing\nGot a long way, rest your feet\nI know you can do anything\n\nYou were such a handsome boy\nDon't you give up your glory\nWhy you want to hit them streets?\nDidn't you never hear my story?\n\nAnd it's fine to waste time\nBut you got a beautiful mind\nAnd you're always close to me\nYou're a different kid\nBut it's the same damn thing\nAnd it's a long way, you better rest your feet\nI know that you want everything\n\nThat's what you told me\nI still believe you\nI still see it's true\nI need you and I know you, dear\nBut if you've gotta make it then\nI can take it from here\n\nWait a little longer kid\nDidn't I never say I would miss you?\nDon't go until I come home\nPlease don't go until I kiss you\n\nAnd it's hard to grow up\nBut we all know it's tough\nYeah, you're always close to me\nYou have a different story\nIt's the same damn thing\nYou got a long way, c'mon and rest your feet\nI know you can do anything\n", "watercoloreyes": "\r\nWhy you always doing that?\nBreaking up with me then making up\nJust to make me mad\n\nI think that you taste like rock candy\nSweet like beaches, leave me all sandy\nWhy do you leave me with watercolor eyes?\nYoung love don't always last forever\nWild horses can't keep us together\nSo what if you taste just like heaven\nThat don't make it right\nHot summer and cold watermelon\nYour love stings like blood and a lemon\nWhy do you leave me with watercolor eyes?\n\nWatercolor eyes, watercolor eyes, watercolor eyes\nThat don't make it right\n\nWhy you always doing that?\nPlaying guitar while I'm sleeping\nActing like a brat\n\nI think that you're sweet like rock candy\nWarm like beaches that leave me sandy\nWhy do you leave me with watercolor eyes?\nYoung love don't always last forever\nWild horses can't keep us together\nSo what if you taste just like heaven\nThat don't make it right\nHot summer and cold watermelon\nYour love stings like blood and a lemon\nWhy do you leave me with watercolor eyes?\n\nWatercolor eyes, watercolor eyes, watercolor eyes\nThat don't make it right\nWatercolor eyes, watercolor eyes, watercolor eyes\nThat don't make it right\n\nWhy you always doing that?\nBreaking up with me then making up just to make me mad\nOh, hey-hey, why?\nThat don't make it right\n", "wayamaya": "\r\nHe was a big wave surfer\nLiving down by Waimea Bay\nWe had a few friends\nNever thought it would end\n\nI remember an all white day with 8-story waves\nHe said, \"Your eyes are gray.\" (Beautiful)\nWe were living on C\u00f4te d'Alene\nOn Carol Lane, sun Manta Ray\n\nDriving in our Mercury down to Waimea\nDriving in our Mercury\nDriving in our Mercury down to Waimea\nDriving in our Mercury\n\nI remember we came in May\nAnd we changed our names to Lana and Ray\nWe be up 'til the sun rose, ay\nI'm in gold Lam\u00e9, your pink floral, hey\n\nDriving in our Mercury down to Waimea\nDriving in our Mercury\nDriving in our Mercury down to Waimea\nDriving in our Mercury\n\nWaikiki-ko, Waikiki-ko\nWaikiki, Waikiki, Waikiki-ko\nWaikiki-ko, Waikiki-ko\nWaikiki, Waikiki, Waikiki-ko\n", "westbound": "\r\nYou didn't think about anyone else\nYou didn't think about any of us\nWhen you left that place\nYou didn't want to go anywhere else\nNothing could satisfy you 'til you left\nSo you went away\n\nWhere did you go?\nWhere are you now?\nI ask about\nSo many of my friends\nOh, about their ends\nWhat about us?\nAre we just dust\nOn the floor again\nI thought we were on the mend\n\nYou really put me in a quite a position\nYou got me struggling as a musician\nWith a song\nYou like to write about all of your problems\nPut them in songs because you think it will solve them\nBut you're wrong\n\nWhy did you go?\nI guess I know\nMaybe my question is\nWhy must it come to this?\nYou talk about\nBeing strong, yeah\nHow I want to be\nYou and your melody\n\nTrying to learn about something important\nYou keep taking up space, you're annoying\nBut I love you so\nYeah, you already know\nThey're trying to teach me about new ways of living\nThey're trying to teach me about ways of forgiving\nBut you make it hard\nYou're such a bad, bad boy\n\nI love you anyway\nNo matter what they say\nYou were not approved\nBut you are on the moon\nI care about\nHow this turns out\nIt's just more than I\nEver knew how to fight\nI guess I won't\nTell me I have to\nTell me I have to\nI know you could\nI said I know you could\nWhere are you now?\nI ask about\n", "wildone": "\r\nCan't be bitter when I talk about him, Mike\nI should have known better but I left without him and I\nI used to dance for him, dance for him\nI used to dance every Saturday night\nI used to shake it for him, shake it for him\nI want to stay but there's something ain't right\n\nI'm wild, I'm free\nNo man can handle me\nI write, I sing\nFreedom's my love, God is my king\nI'm a wild one\nI'm a wild one\n\nI ain't no sinner, but sometimes I wonder why?\nIt's the middle of winter but in my mind it's summer, Mike\nUsed to move for you, move for you\nWas a pleasure and the pleasure was mine\n\nI'm wild, I'm free\nNo man can handle me\nI write and I sing\nFreedom's my love, God is my king\nI'm a wild one\nI'm a wild one\nI'm a wild one\nI'm a wild one\n\nGod bless America\nGod bless the world at large\nGuide these two wheels of ours\nRight to the stripes and stars\n\nI'm wild, I'm free\nNo man can handle me\nI write and I sing\nFreedom's my love, God is my king\n\nI'm wild, I'm free\nNo man can handle me\nI write and I sing\nFreedom's my love, God is my king\n\nI'm a wild one\nI'm a wild one\nI'm a wild one\nI'm a wild one\n", "yestoheaven": "\r\nIf you dance I'll dance\nAnd if you don't I'll dance anyway\nGive peace a chance\nLet the fear you have fall away\n\nI've got my eye on you\nI've got my eye on you\n\nSay yes to heaven\nSay yes to me\nSay yes to heaven\nSay yes to me\n\nIf you go I'll stay\nYou come back I'll be right here\nLike a barge at sea\nIn the storm I stay clear\n\n'Cause I've got my mind on you\nI've got my mind on you\n\nSay yes to heaven\nSay yes to me\nSay yes to heaven\nSay yes to me\n\nIf you dance I'll dance\nI'll put my red dress on again\nAnd if you fight I'll fight\nIt doesn't matter, now it's all gone\n\nI've got my mind on you\nI've got my mind on you\n\nSay yes to heaven\nSay yes to me\nSay yes to heaven\nSay yes to me\n\nI've got my eye on you\nI've got my eye on you\nI've got my eye on you\nI've got my mind on you\n", "youme": "\r\nGot a light in your eyes, I can see it\nLook into my mind to believe it\nTry hard to remember the beach\nBlue water from the sea, hands all over me\nTattoos, they were glistening\nIt's been so long since someone made me different\n\nGive heaven a try, be young and be wild\nBe free and alive\nGive heaven a try, be young and be wild\nJust feel alive\nIt's just you and the sun, it's just you and the sun now baby\n\nGonna light up the skies, I can see it\nYou're God's favorite child, boy, believe it\nTry hard to remember the days\nSick as fucking cyanide\nDiamonds and getting blazed\nYour tattoos, still magnificent\nNo longer high, but you're not very different\n\nGive heaven a try, be young and be wild\nBe free and alive\nGive heaven a try, be young and be wild\nJust feel alive\nIt's just you and the sun, it's just you and the sun now baby\n\nI get so damn tired\nYou set my soul on fire\nIgnite me, inspired\nMake me higher and higher\n\nGive heaven a try, be young and be wild\nBe free and alive\nGive heaven a try, be young and be wild\nJust feel alive\nIt's just you and the sun, it's just you and the sun now baby\n", "youcanbetheboss": "\r\nYou taste like the Fourth of July\nMalt liquor on your breath, my, my\nI love you but I don't know why\n\nYou can be the boss, daddy\nYou can be the boss\nTaste like a keg party, back on the sauce\nI like you a lot, I like you a lot\nDon't let it stop\nYou can be the boss, daddy\nYou can be the boss\nBad to the bone, sick as a dog\nYou know that I like, like you a lot\nDon't let it stop\n\nHe had a cigarette with his number on it\nHe gave it over to me, \"Do you want it?\"\nI knew it was wrong but I palmed it\nI saved it, I waited, I called it\nThe liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lips\nThe liquor on your lips makes you dangerous\nI knew it was wrong, I'm beyond it\nI tried to be strong but I lost it\n\nYou taste like the Fourth of July\nMalt liquor on your breath, my, my\n\nYou can be the boss, daddy\nYou can be the boss\nTaste like a keg party, back on the sauce\nI like you a lot, I like you a lot\nDon't let it stop\nYou can be the boss, daddy\nYou can be the boss\nBad to the bone, sick as a dog\nYou know that I like, like you a lot\nDon't let it stop\n\nHe has a white corvette like I want it\nA fire in his eyes, know, I saw it\nHe's bleeding from his brain and his wallet\nHe's sick and he's taken but honest\nThe liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lips\nThe liquor on his lips I just can't resist\nAs close as I'll get to the darkness\nHe tells me to, \"Shut up, I got this\"\n\nYou taste like the Fourth of July\nMalt liquor on your breath, my, my\n\nYou can be the boss, daddy\nYou can be the boss\nTaste like a keg party, back on the sauce\nI like you a lot, I like you a lot\nDon't let it stop\nYou can be the boss, daddy\nYou can be the boss\nBad to the bone, sick as a dog\nYou know that I like, like you a lot\nDon't let it stop\n\nI need you, I need you babe\nLike I never needed anyone\nYou're wrong but you're so much fun\nYou say you treat 'em mean\nTo keep 'em keen\nBut you, you're not that nice\nBut you taste like the Fourth of July\nMalt liquor on your breath, my, my\n\nYou can be the boss, daddy\nYou can be the boss\nTaste like a keg party, back on the sauce\nI like you a lot, I like you a lot\nDon't let it stop\nYou can be the boss, daddy\nYou can be the boss\nBad to the bone, sick as a dog\nYou know that I like, like you a lot\nDon't let it stop\n\nAll the gin joints\nIn all the towns in all the world\nShe walks into mine\n", "youmustloveme": "\r\nWhere do we go from here?\nThis isn't where we intended to be\nWe had it all, you believed in me\nI believed in you\n\nCertainties disappear\nWhat do we do for our dreams to survive?\nHow do we keep all our passions alive\nAs we used to do?\n\nDeep in my heart, I'm concealing\nThings that I'm longing to say\nScared to confess, what I'm feeling\nFrightened you'll slip away\nYou must love me, you must love me\n\nWhy are you at my side?\nHow can I be, any use to you now?\nGive me a chance, and I'll let you see how\nNothing has changed\n\nDeep in my heart, I'm concealing\nThings that I'm longing to say\nScared to confess, what I'm feeling\nFrightened you'll slip away\nYou must love me, you must love me, you must love me\n", "youregonnaloveme": "\r\nCherry says that anytime\nI think I have a good idea\nThat I should do the opposite\nOf whatever it is I feel\nAnd that's because I have a bad mind\nAnd I have gold in my veins\nBut he says I got the purest heart\nThat he's ever seen\n\nWhat'd God give me a brain for?\nHe won't help me use it\nWhat'd God give me a plan for\nIf he won't help me do it?\n\nYou're gonna love me\nI'm gonna make you\nYou're gonna love me\nI'm gonna make you\n\nWell I can tell that you're the type\nTo never trust a beauty queen\nBut I was never voted for nothing\nAnd high school never meant\nAnything to anybody\nNever ever gave myself away\nBut even when I'm funny\nYou think I'm acting, so I say\n\nWhat'd God give me a brain for\nIf he won't let me use it?\nWhat'd God give me a plan for?\nHe never helps me do it\n\nYou're gonna love me\nI'm gonna make you\nYou're gonna love me\nI'm gonna make you\n\nYou say that you don't want to be hypnotized\nBut baby I, I don't want to hypnotize you\nThere's nothing from you that I want to take\nI just want to be like you\n(Maybe love you just a little bit)\nPlease\n\nJim, I'mma dedicate this whole album to you\nYou told me to get my way\nThat's exactly what I'm gonna do\nI'm going to strike out, right now\nI'm striking out right now with this song\nBut I can't help myself\nI can't do right for long\nYou know that\n\nWhat God give me a brain for?\nHe knows that I can't use it\nI don't know why he'd give me a plan for\nHe never lets me do it\n\nYou're gonna love me\nI'm gonna make you\nYou're gonna love me\nI'm gonna make you\n", "youmister": "\r\nI'm doing alright, most of the time\nIn fact, yesterday, I was even doing real well and I\nThink that I might claim you as mine\nSo that my head can rest and everybody can tell, and I\n\nHad a strange dream and I\nCalled you at night and I\nHad to make known that I wasn't alright\nAnd say that I had you on my mind\nHad you on my mind\n\nI make it a point to rest through my day\nTo close my eyes and visualize my troubles away and I\nThink of you here and I close my eyes tight\nSomehow the vision of you near makes me feel alright and I\n\nHad a strange dream and I\nCalled you at night and I\nHad to make known that I wasn't alright\nAnd say that I had you on my mind\nHad you on my mind\n\nHad you on my mind\nHad you on my mind\nHad you on my mind\n", "youngandbeautiful": "\r\nI've seen the world, done it all\nHad my cake now\nDiamonds, brilliant, and Bel Air now\nHot summer nights, mid-July\nWhen you and I were forever wild\nThe crazy days, city lights\nThe way you'd play with me like a child\n\nWill you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?\nWill you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul?\nI know you will, I know you will, I know that you will\nWill you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?\n\nI've seen the world, lit it up as my stage now\nChanneling angels in the new age now\nHot summer days, rock and roll\nThe way you'd play for me at your show\nAnd all the ways I got to know\nYour pretty face and electric soul\n\nWill you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?\nWill you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul?\nI know you will, I know you will, I know that you will\nWill you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?\n\nDear Lord, when I get to heaven\nPlease, let me bring my man\nWhen he comes, tell me that You'll let him in\nFather, tell me if You can\nAll that grace, all that body\nAll that face makes me wanna party\nHe's my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds\n\nWill you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?\nWill you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul?\nI know you will, I know you will, I know that you will\nWill you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?\n\nWill you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?\nWill you still love me when I'm not young and beautiful?\n", "yourbandisalltherage": "\r\nI think we're losing what we used to have, you know\nYou loved me better one year ago, oh\nDon't let me down, don't let me down so low\n\nBut I won't be ashamed if you leave me\nI won't be all that mad if you go\n'Cause I know, yes I know\n\nYou always spending all that stupid time\nWith your band on the road\nBut your band is all the rage\nSo I've been told\nBut you can still come home\nYou can still come home when you want\nAnd I won't be ashamed to take you back in\nWon't be ashamed to put a kiss on your lips\n'Cause I know, I know\n\nBoy, don't call me up quickly on the phone\nIt's been five nights since I heard the tone of your voice\nYou act like everything's alright\nBut we both know, we both know that it's not\nAnd it's far from ever being good again\nDarling, I'm gonna love you forever\nIf you come back, I'll take you back in baby\nBack in, baby, back in, back in\n\nI love you more than I will even know\nYou're so special\nI guess that's why you got it where you go\nBut when you get real big, baby\nRemember that little old cowgirl\nWaiting for you back in that Red River Valley\nWaiting back in that Tallahassee\nI love you\n", "yourgirl": "\r\nCarry me off the stage\nI can't do this anymore\nBeen gone for 3 years\nIs that enough for you boy?\n\nCarry me to my bed, paint my toe nails blue\nTell me all about the things that you and I will never do\n\nI wish I was your girl\nI wish I was your girl\nI wish I was your girl\nAh\nI wish I was your girl\nI wish I was your girl\nI wish I was your girl\nAh\n\nCarry me off the stage\nHad too much to drink\nBeen on tour too long\nAnd I've had too much time to think\n\nCarry me to my bed\nLay me in a pillow town\nKiss me on my head\nAnd remind me of the way we will not know\n\nI wish I was your girl\nI wish I was your girl\nI wish I was your girl\nAh\nI wish I was your girl\nI wish I was your girl\nI wish I was your girl\nAh\n\nLate at night, baby you're my sign\nCall me late if you wanna get high\nLate at night, laying in Versailles\nYou and I get to know one another\n\nLate at night, baby you're my sign\nCall me late if you wanna get high\nLate at night, baby you and I\nCan get to know one another\n\nCause late at night, we have one life to kill\nOh you and I\nCan get to know the thrill\nCause baby you're my sign\nAnd I wanna get to know ya\n\nI wish I was your girl\nI wish I was your girl\nI wish I was your girl\nAh\nI wish I was your girl\nI wish I was your girl\nI wish I was your girl\nAh\n\n(Ah)\n(Ah)\n(Ah)\n"}