She comes in a box with a guarantee of nothing. Too fake, so shake man shes no remedy. Brown into blonde and black as noon. Shes on to you. Think that the one making coffee could be.
Her name was Sarah. She was late teens. She dated Michael J. They were lovers, their first ones. Until that fateful day. . After that summer, oh that summer.
This is my first damn bottle. Trying to get a buzz, get my mind on autopilot. Where I get happy no sorrow. Yesterdays blurry, who knows about tomorrow.
[chorus]. I believe all of the things that you say. You're just a secret lover and I'm feeling uncovered. Well, I believe all of the things that you say.
Oooh ..aaww lalala ladada..lada da laalaa. . [Verse 1:]. Can't get you off of my mind.. I thought somebody new and some time would do... but still I can't seem to let you go.. now I'm with somebody else and he loves me so...
[Intro]. Sexy song. Sexy song. Sexy song. Sexy song. . [Verse 1]. Set the mood. It's just me and you. And the radio's. All in tune. . And we'll rock the boat.
Pay attention. . Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday. Thursday, Friday, Saturday love. Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday. Thursday, Friday, Saturday love.
Sweet like sugar. Stupid like a wombat. Tell me you love me. And I will say it back. . Sweet like candy. Over like a has-been. Tell me you love me. And I will say again, again, again.
I want to be a stripper, some girls are born to dance. I'd glissade and tour jete, pirouette and releve. Please mister, just give me a chance. . I want to be a stripper, I'd be beautiful and grand.
Oh, God, sunshine. I can read your mind. Don't waste your time. Looking for what you will never find. . Throughing good times after bad goodbye. Sunshine call, 1-900-The-Shag.
Not long for this world. Are you jumpy? Are you bored?. Call me. . Don't understand. How to be a better man. Call me. . Oops, uh, oh. Oops, uh, oh scary, scary.
Somewhere between your heart and mine. There's a window, I can't see through. There's a wall so high, it reaches the sky. Somewhere between me and you.
A high road, low road, some old side road. Really don't matter to me, if it gets me, back to you. Jet plane, fast train, bus in a hard rain, any ol' way you please.
I'm writing a song all about you. A true song as real as my tears. But you've no need to fear it 'cause no one will hear it. 'Cause sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year.
The warden who led a prisoner down the hallway to his doom. I stood up to say, goodbye like all the rest. And I heard him tell the warden just before he reached my cell.
Suspicious as it seems you're cropping up in dreams. What have you done to me?. I knew it from the start, you better barricade your heart. What've you done to me.
Lip. Take it no. Just dance oh dammit baby. You're begging my heart. Like this everyday. What's that thing attaching your ears. I'm talking to you but you don't seem to hear.
Understanding the meaning of struggle. Giving your whole life to a single passion. Which others may or may not. Consider obsolete. Like a rare flower.
We can figure the odds. We can pray to the gods. Something for nothing. You can shuffle the deck until you're a wreck. Something for nothing. Money they don't make anymore, at least not around me.
It's number one. (It's number one). On your local radio. (On your local radio). In the hall of fame, I'll be named. For my contribution. . It's solid gold.