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(Stevie Nicks)
No one looks as I walk by
Just an invitation would have been just fine
Said no to her again, again and again
First she took my heart then she ran
No one knows just how I feel
What I say unless you read between the lines
One girl walked away from me
First she took my head and then she
Take me home.
Stand back, stand back
In the middle of my room
I did not hear from you
It's all right, it's all right
You'll be standing in line
You'll be standing in line
I will cry
Do not turn away my friend
Like a river I can bend
No one calls out my name
And no one came
So I walked on down the line and waited for you
Maybe your protected from all that you do
One girl, did not call
She asked me for my love and that was all
Stand back, Stand back
In the middle of my room
I did not hear from you
It's alright, it's alright
You'll be standing in line
You'll be standing in line
I will cry
So I walked on down the line and waited for you
Maybe your attention was more than I could do
One girl, did not fall
She asked me for my love and that was all
Stand back, Stand back
In the middle of my room
I did not hear from you
It's alright, it's alright
You'll be standing in line
You'll be standing in line
I will cry
Gotta find a little sympathy ....
Try and ask me anything....
Gotta find a little sympaty....
Can I find a little sympathy.....
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(Jagger, Richards)
She would never say where she came from
Yesterday don't matter if it's gone
While the sun is bright
Or in the darkest night
Nobody knows
She goes and goes
Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still I'm gonna miss you...
Don't question why she needs to be so free
She'll tell you it's the only way to be
She just can't be chained
To a life where nothing's gained
And nothing's lost
At such a cost
Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still I'm gonna miss you...
There's no time to lose, I heard her say
Catch your dreams before they slip away
Dying all the time
Lose your dreams
And you will lose your mind.
Ain't life unkind?
Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday
Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday
Still I'm gonna miss you
Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still I'm gonna miss you...
miss you.....
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(Roy Hammond)
People were standing, all around
At a shot gun wedding, here in this town
And I'm a victim oh yea
of a shotgun wedding
Cause your fathers got a gun
and there ain't no place to run
Shotgun wedding and oh listen to me
Well I got to find a job
You, me, baby makes three
Shotgun, shotgun, shotgun, wedding oh yea
Cause your fathers got a gun
and there ain't no place to run
Shotgun wedding
And all I could hear that day was
Do you take this woman
to be your lawful wedded wife
my my my my shotgun, shotgun, shotgun, shotgun wedding
I looked around
I looked around
and all I could see was a shotgun wedding....listen
But I tried to run from town
but her mother tracked me down
She said before I meet my maker,
some mans gonna make an honest woman of my daughter
so it might as well be you
Oh daddy may be poor
but he owns a forty forty
Shotgun wedding
and oh I'm walking up the aisle right now
Here comes the bride singing
Shotgun, shotgun, shotgun, shotgun, shotgun.....yea yeaaaa
I could of run away oh no I could be living high
Nobody could stop me now oh shotgun, shotgun
Just give me one more chance
Let me hear that bass boys that bass boys
breaking my heart
breaking my heart
breaking my heart........
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(William Robinson/Robert Rogers)
Some fellows look at the eyes
Some fellows look at the nose
Some fellows look at the size
Some fellows look at the clothes
I don't care if her eyes are red
I don't care if her nose is long
I don't care if she's underfeed
I don't care if her clothes are wrong
First I look at the purse.
Some fellows like the smiles they wear
Some fellows like the legs that talk
Some fellows like the style of their hair,
they want the waist line to be small.
I don't care if their legs all vein
I don't care if their teeth are big
I don't care if she wears a ring
Why waste time looking at the waist line
Cause first I look at the purse....Yeah!
A woman can be as fine as can be
Kisses sweeter than honey
That don't mean a thing to me,
if you ain't got no money, baby.
Cause if the purse is fat, thats where it's at. yeahaa...
Some fellows like the way they walk,
the way they swing and sway.
Some fellows like the way they talk,
if they can talk talk all day.
I don't care if she waddles like a duck or talks with a lisp
I still think I'm in good luck if the dollar bills are crisp
Cause first I look at the purse....yeah yeah
Keep an eye on the money
Womans got to have some fine greenbacks hah
I ain't greedy guys,
Oh I don't wanna work no more
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(Tom Waits)
Wasted and wounded
And it ain't what the moon did
I got what I paid for now
See you tomorrow
Hey Frank can I borrow
A couple of bucks from you
To go waltzing Matilda waltzing Matilda
You'll go waltzing Matilda with me
I'm an innocent victim
of a blinded alley
And I'm tired of all these soldiers here
No-one speaks English
And everything's broken
And my strength is soaking away
To go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You'll go a waltzing Malitda with me
Now the dogs they are barking
and the taxi cab's parking
A lot they can do for me
I begged you to stab me
You tore my shirt open
And I'm down on my knees tonight
Old bushmills I staggered
You buried the dagger
Your silhouette window light
To go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You'll go a waltzing Matilda with me
Now I've lost my St. Christopher
Now that I kissed her
And the one-arm bandit knows
And the maverick Chinaman
with the cold-blooded sigh
And the girls down by the striptease shows go
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You'll go a waltzing Matilda with me
No I don't want your sympathy
Fugitives say
that the streets aren't for dreaming now
Manslaughter dragnet
and the ghost that sells memories
Want a piece of the action anyhow
Go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You'll go waltzing Matilda with me
And you can ask any sailor
And the keys from the jailor
And the old men in wheelchairs know
That Matilda's the defendant
She killed about a hundred
And she follows wherever you may go
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You'll go waltzing Matilda with me
And it's a battered old suitcase
in a hotel someplace
And a wound that would never heal
No prima donnas the perfume is on
and old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey
And goodnight to the street-sweepers,
The night watchmen flame-keepers
And goodnight Matilda too
Goodnight Matilda too.
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