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Who's Got Trouble (2005)
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Please take me out of here
So we can have a ball
I've been tied up
My face against the wall

Who's got trouble
We've got trouble
Go ahead make mine a double
I do declare I'm in a state
And I just can't wait

Please get me out of here
My handsome buckaroo
Wait until I get
My hands all over you

Who's unhappy
We're unhappy
Get my coat and make it snappy
I do declare I'm in a state
And I just can't wait

I'm under the bed
You're over the moon
And it won't be over easy but it could be over soon

Please take me out of here
Do like you're daddy do

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Giddy-up old boy it's time to go
Vous les vous savoir the love below
Brother, I've got more than you can take
But more than I can do to stay awake

I close my eyes
So I
Can dream of ways to keep you occupied
So I
Can lock you up we'll keep it classified
Alright
You're mine tonight, son
When I close my eyes

I can make you sorry when I want
Find some other house for you to haunt
Carry out your sentence in my head
All I have to do is go to bed

I close my eyes
So I
Can dream of ways to keep you occupied
So I
Can lock you up we'll keep it classified
So right
You're mine tonight son, when I close my eyes

Hide and seek, yellow ducky
Feeling weak or feeling lucky son

Who's got milk, the baby's crying
Shut 'em up, get 'em flying
Little kiddies bought and sold
And papa's got a brand new bag of gold

Tonight
I'll dream of ways to keep you occupied
So I can lock you up we'll call it classified
So right

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Someday
You want me like I want you
But I'd be gone
With somebody new

Someday
You will cry the way I did
You ???
But tears can be heared

You walk the floor
Day and night
Not a thing will be going right
You ?? leave you in despair
You'll be pull it out your hair

Someday
Love will get you down your feet
You're gone to suffer

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I'm lost in a dream
Where my love supreme
Can't find me
Like I care
By chance to undermine
My fantasy divine
It's mystery that binds me there
I'm
Looking for a moonbeam to get lost in
Everything will be beautiful and bright
Cause things come out at night
They're ugly
And some of them bite
So I'm getting lost in a dream

I'm looking for a rainbow to fly over
To a place where angels draw their bows
It's danger heaven knows
To wager
My x's and o's
That we could get lost in a dream

I'm lost in a dream
Sweet and double cream
I know
It sounds unfair
But love's a compromise
And I don't think it wise
For one to be so well aware

I'm
Looking for a melody to hold me
Waiting for the orchestra to play
And if you ever stray
Okay
I'm happy to stay
Alone ever lost in a dream

I'm looking for some sunshine and some clover
And a cloud to rest my head upon
Can't put my finger on
Just when
My baby got gone
Because I
Was too lost

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I should try to be good
Forever and ever, amen
So I'll touch wood
And hope I don't get caught again
Without my lines
And off the mark
Looking for signs
I can't see here in the dark
My opening won't be a great success
Till you come get me out of
This little black mess

I'll play my part
And say never ever again
Then cross my heart
Cry until you say when
A little cheat while you turn away
Things we repeat one more time
Day after day
I've lost my appetite so nonetheless
It fits like a glove now
My little black mess

Who's to say if we'll know
When it's time for this old thing to go

And so if I'm good
Could you forgive how I've been?
You misunderstood
Now if you'd just let me begin
To put on my face
I'll put on the room
Go take my place
One more time
Then we can resume
It's true I'm sure to die out here unless
You come help me out of

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I wore the dress that you liked almost everyday
Boxed up all my baby dolls and gave them away
I wrote your name on the wall next to my bed
Any day that I saw you at all was circled in red

What they said was a man drifted over the line
Drove you away and a little girl out of her mind
And the rain fell down and washed off your face
Washed you away, left carnations and stone in your place

My first cigarette and my first pill
My first cup of coffee and my first chill
Now you'll never know my first kiss
Somebody else will
Cause you were the first one I saw

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Well, I rang up Pantucci
Spoke to Lu-chi
I gave them all
They needed to know

And if affairs are proceeding
As we're expecting soon enough
The weak spots will show

I assume you understand that we have options on your time
And will ditch you in the harbour if we must

But if it all works out nicely
You'll get the bonus you deserve
From doctors we trust.

The Fat Lady of Limbourg
Looked at the samples that we sent
And furrowed her brow

You would never believe that
She'd tasted royalty and fame
If you saw her now

But her sense of taste is such that she'll distinguish with her tongue
The subtleties a spectrograph would miss

And then announce her decision
While demanding her reward
The jellyfish kiss

Now we checked out this duck quack
Who laid a big egg, oh so black
It shone just like gold

And then the kids from the city
Finding it pretty, took it home
And there it was sold

It was changing hands for weeks 'till someone left it by their fire
It melted to a puddle on the floor

For it was only a candle
A Roman scandal oh oh oh
Now it's a pool

That's what we're paid for
That's what we're paid for
That's what we're paid for here

That's what we're paid for
That's what we're paid for

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You've gone too far
I'm on my way
You can tell the concierge
To bring around my car
You've gone too far

You said too much
Things you shouldn't say
You can keep your violins
Your sins, your care, your touch
You said too much

Get off the ground now baby
Just shut your mouth and maybe
This can all be done
I won't tell anyone

You showed them all
Things they shouldn't see
You lost the sense
The permanence, the flair, the ball
You showed them all

Well now I know
You take everything
Your car, your cash
Your shoes, your flash
You so and so
Well now I know

And I even think it's funny
Don't say you're sorry, bunny
You can keep the wings
Just let me get my things


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Angels in the sitting room
The wind gets here at seven
Take the bread and baby shoes send them back to heaven
And you can tell the boss she's keeping the curls
Enough to decorate another dozen baby girls
The flash is coming soon and we don't look so good
Sorry that I sleep so much you've always understood

Well here I go again so I will see you next eleven
Cross yourself knock three times hope we throw a seven
And you can tell the man she's keeping her eyes
So she can see you coming all you dirty rotten guys
She's never thrown a punch at least not until now
You always make them violent you've always known just how

They always tell stories they all go away
We all break the baby and mothers to blame and then
Some get up early some never pay
Get used to it girlie its all for fun anyway
Big ceremonies things that go fast
Your cheer is such a treasure
Your tears are like the weather

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It got all black in the bottom of my glass
I looked up and there was Bridgette Fontaine
I've got poison in my head, I've got chocolate and bread
And I may never leave this room again
Now its dark and you love me, honey, count to ten
I can help you to distinguish your pain
It's so gorgeous to be back in Paris once again
Now I wonder what they put in the rain

This could be true
Or it could take all of an hour
I could just forget you
Have a cocktail and a shower
Like my mother taught me

That everybody loves a mystery
So you can leave it at your name and your rank
If we like it maybe I can get your history
Maybe put a little more in the bank

This could be true
Or we could just be a while here
Find better things to do
Think you might go out of style dear

Ice cream, sunshine, thrill rides, and a song
They can leave you doubled over, burned and broken
If they take too long

This could be true
Or we could be all of an hour
I could still forget you
Have a cocktail and a shower
Like my mother said

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I will go quietly
Don't move your chair
Won't even try it
Wouldn't even dare
You come walking down
With a mouthful of sand
We better cut it out
Cause it's out of hand
And it's loud out on the street
So please

I will go quietly

Drive with my lights out
Won't even change my clothes when I get there
I'll go so quietly

I swear

I will go quietly
I'll leave my speech
Hold down the mystery
With a throat full of bleach
And I won't go talking now
Not even a sigh
I'll sleep on a broken bough
With a nail in my eye
And I won't hear a beat again
I will go quietly

But I'll stay screaming inside your sleep
I'll stamp out the moon and I'll shear all of your sheep

I will go quietly
I won't brush my teeth
Won't even tell myself when I get there
I'll go so quietly
No one will even see
And they won't hear
I'll go so quietly

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