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Sit yourself down, bang out a tune on the grand piano
Sit yourself down, lay languidly down upon that sofa
Oooh isn't it nice, when your heart is made out of ice
Ride, Sally, ride
It's not your time or way of confusion
Ride, Sally, ride
'Cause if you don't, you'll get a contusion
Oooh isn't it nice, when your heart is made out of ice
Sit yourself down, take of your pants
Don't you know this is a party
Sit yourself down
Why do you think we brought all these people, Miss Brandy
Oooh isn't it nice, when your heart is made out of ice
Ride, Sally, ride
It's not your time or way of confusion
Ride, Sally, ride
It's not your time or way of confusion
Oooh isn't it nice
When you find your heart is made out of ice
Ride, Sally ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, Sally, ride
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Miss Riley had a dog
She used to keep it in her back yard
And when the dog began to bark
All the neighbours began to shout
Then came a stormy night, Miss Riley let her dog out
And when the neighbours found him 'round
They put a gun down his mouth and shot him down
And he went: oooh wow, bow wow, oooh wow, bow wow
Miss Murphy had a cat, on her lap it sat
And once in a great big while
And once in a great big while
It looked like that Cheshire cat did smile
But one day it got so hot
That Cheshire cat had a blood clot
And she said: oooh meow meow, oooh meow meow
Then the dog met the cat
The dog was hot and the cat was met
Then came some sweaty dude
He put a board between the two
Then they couldn't get at it, got frustrated all about it
So they did the only thing you could do
They took the dude's sweat and shot it up between the two
And they said: oooh wow, bow wow meow, oooh wow, bow wow meow
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Jim, livin' with you'd not such fun
You're not not the only one
You don't have the looks
You're not the person that you used to be
And there are people in the street that would go for me
And I said, no, no, no, no, no, baby face
And I said, no, no, no, no, no, baby face
I met you in a bar in L.A., I was not feeling so good
And you made the proper moves, you did everything that you should
But now you're making a mistake
And somebody else will take your place
You're talking drugs over me
And I said, no, no, no, no, no
And I said, no, no, no, no, no
And I said, no, no, no, no, no, baby face
And I said, no, no, no, no, no, baby face
You're not the kind of person that's easy
LyricsTo live with in a house
I cool all your meals
I make sure that you work out
But lately it's been gettin' so hard
The way you talk, oooh, the way you walk
And I'm not sure exactly what it's all about
And I said, no, no, no, no, no, baby face
And I said, no, no, no, no, no, baby face
And I said, no, no, no, no
And I said, no, no, no, no, oooh, baby face
No, no, baby face
No, no, no, baby face
(you can keep it, just keep it)
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The stock is empty in our eyeball store
All we got left, a few cataracts and sores
The faggot mimic machine never had an ides
Mission impossible, they self destruct on fear
On a standard N.Y. night ghouls go to see their so called 'stars'
A fairly stupid thing, to pay five bucks for a 4th rate imitation
They say:' I'm so empty, no surface, no depth
Oh please, can't I be you, your personality's so great.'
Like new buildings, square, tall and the same
Sorry, Miss Stupid, didn't you know it was a game
I'm just waiting for them to hurry up and die
It's really getting to crowed here
Help me N.Y. stars
Contributions accepted all the same
We need new people store
Remember, we're very good at games
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All your two-bit psychiatrists are giving you electro shock
They say, they let you live at home, with mom and dad
Instead of mental hospital
But everytime you tried to read a book
You couldn't get to page 17
'Cause you forgot, where you were
So you couldn't even read
Don't you know, they're gonna kill your sons
Don't you know, they're gonna kill, kill your sons
They're gonna kill, kill your sons
Until they run run run run run run run run away
Mom informed me on the phone
She didn't know what to do about dad
Took an axe and broke the table
Aren't you glad you're married
And sister, she got married on the island
And her husband takes the train
He's big and he's fat and he doesn't even have a brain
They're gonna kill your sons
Don't you know, they're gonna kill, kill your sons
LyricsDon't you know, they're gonna kill, kill your sons
Until they run away
Creedmore treated me very good
But Paine Whitney was even better
And when I flipped on PHC
I was so sad I didn't even get a letter
All of the drugs, that we took, it really was lots of fun
But when they shoot you up with thorizene on crystal smoke
You choke like a son of a gun
Don't you know, they're gonna kill your sons
Don't you know, they're gonna kill, kill your sons
They're gonna kill, kill your sons
Until they run run run run run run run run away
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All the things you said - you thought I was dead
Everything made me feel aware
Ah, you're getting old, you're doing things
You're losing your hair
All the things that you used to believe in
Turned out to be true - you're guilty of reason
You're the kind of person that I could do without
And certain kinds of money would make you see what it's all about
There's a first time for everything
There's a first one's on me, don't you see
All of the things that your old lover said
Look at them, they jump out of windows
And now they're just dead
It's the truth, don't you realize
Faded without any talent of fun
Running out in the streets, balling everyone
It's the truth, It's the truth
Pick up the pieces that make up your life
Maybe some day you'll have a wife and them alimony
Oh, can't you see
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Sally dances on the floor
She says she can't do it anymore
She walks down St. Marks Place
And eats natural food at my place
Sally can't dance no more, she can't get off of the floor
Sally can't dance no more
They found her in the trunk of a ford
Oooh, she can't dance no more
Sally is loosing her face
She lives on St., Marks Place
In a rent-controlled appartment, eighty dollars a month
She has lots of fun, she has lots of fun
But, Sally can't dance no more
Sally can't dance no more
She took too much meth and can't get off the floor
Now Sally, she can't dance no more
She was the first girl in the neighbourhood
LyricsTo wear tied-dyed pants, ah, like she should
She was the first girl that I ever seen
That had flowers painted on her jeans
She was the first girl in her neighbourhood
that got raped on Tompkins Square real good
Now she wears a sword, like Napoleon
And she kills the boys and acts like a son
Sally can't dance no more, Sally can't dance no more
She can't get herself off the floor, Sally, she can't dance no more
Sally became a big model, she moved up to eighties and park
She had a studio appartment and that's where she used to ball
folk singers, and that's where she used to ball folk singers
Sally can't dance no more, Sally can't get off of the floor
She can't dance no more, Sally can't dance
She knew all the right people, she went to Le Jardin
She danced with Picasso's illegitimate mistress
And wore Kenneth Lane jewels - it's trash -
But - Sally can't dance no more, she can't get off of the floor
Sally can't dance no more, Sally can't dance
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Billy was a good friend of mine
We grew up together ever since we were nine
We went to school, he was my best friend
And I thought our friendship would never end
In highschool he played football
And me, I didn't do anything at all
He made touch-downs, while I played pool
And no one could figure out, which one of us was the fool
Then we both went to collage
He studied medicine, while I studied foilage
He got "A's", and I got "D's"
He was going for his P.H.D.
The I decided to drop out
Then I decided to drop out
Things were getting a little to hot
Billy stayed there, became an intern, then a doctor
Then war broke out and he had to go
But not me, I was mentally unfit or so they say, so, so
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When he came back, he wasn't quite the same
His nerves were shot, but not me
Last time I saw him, I couldn't take it anymore
He wasn't the Billy I knew, it was like talking to a door
Billy was a friend of mine
I grew up with him ever since we were nine
We went together to school
And now I often wonder, which one of us was the fool
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