You'll see that I'm no Einstein. I'm more of the ordinary kind. But I know a thing or two. Well, I don't want to brag to you. . But I was pretty good in school.
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Been trying to see things through your eyes. Been walking in your shoes all night. Still I find myself asking why you had to go. . Well, I never questioned you.
I see you across the dance floor. And your something to see. I smile at you and I say. Will you dance with me?. . I hold you in the shadows. And I'm feeling close.
I've worn a lot of good leather out walkin' the floor over you. I've been down some white lines crossed over state lines. Thinkin' I might find somebody new.
I walk into the club. You were sitting at the bar. I wanted to meet you but it seemed so far. You came onto the floor. Your rhythm was so tight. This is gonna be a hell of a night.
It's not about the way. You wore your hair. Or how the scent of your. Perfume filled the air. . There was something in your eyes. That whispered to my soul, my soul.
(Gloria Sklerov/Robin Tapp). . One more night, hold on tight. Can't let him break my heart again. Tell myself there's no else. Even though I know it's just pretend.
When you said you loved me. You looked me straight in the eye. And you knew I bought it. Then you knew it was a low down lie. . You put your boots under my bed.
Hey, baby, it's been a while since I've seen you. Talked to you, held you in my arms. Honey, you don't know, there's a lot goin' on. You're the reason that I'm still here.
It's rainin' cats and dogs. At a diner outside Wichita. Out of money, our of breath. Somewhere in the great Midwest. . It ain't like you'll walk through that door.
Ladies and gentlemen, women and every man. Yes, yourselves, because the sound, the sound. The sound of making love. The baby makers, The Isley Brothers are back.
I just can't believe you're back here knocking on his door. Sugar, you're not serious to be coming back for more. You know it's almost funny to see you standing there in tears.
Oh, you supposed to have a stone worth a half a million. Oh, you supposed to have matchin' his and her Benzes,. And, oh, who is gonna get upon you, baby?.
Face in the mirror, she's gettin' ready to go. Fussin' with her hair, singin' to the radio. The phone ring, ring, rings as she's slippin' on her jeans.
This is not the time for hesitation. Leave it up to me and we will come for celebration. Ain't no need to fear cause I got this here. Victory my fan....
You take my hand, song starts to play. Softly you hold me, slowly we sway. You whisper sweet words of love. And I drift away. . I feel like I'm falling, under a spell.
There you are lookin' good to me. Finest thing I ever seen, yeah. Stay a while, there's no rush to leave. I'm addicted, I've found the ticket and you're the lottery.
Bobby still drives that old pickup truck. He had back in high school. Says he won't trade it in. 'Cause they don't make 'em like they used to. . His wife Donna got a picture of Elvis.
Yeah, no, no, no. With no chains I could run free. With no pain, I'd be happy. With no cash, I could borrow. With no direction, I could follow. . But with no you there's no me.