Oooh yeah!. Oooh yeah!. . Heart, body and soul. You've got to give. Give everything. Heart, body and soul. You've got to give. A ban of gold. . You'll be a lucky man (hmmm).
I've been wandering East of Eden. Been lost, cold, lonesome as a sparrow in the rain. I found myself tumbling to a sinking feeling. When someone said I done gone wrong.
Come on girl with your. Sexy sway and disco party. . Haa haa haa haa haa haa. . Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme more. Gimme loving as you did before. Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme love.
Do you know me? I don't think so. Do you know me? I don't think so. You romanticize the dark and gloomy past. Trying to escape from the underclass. . You darkened the bright and beautiful day.
Come on girl with your. Sexy sway and disco party. . Haa haa haa haa haa haa. . Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme more. Gimme loving as you did before. Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme love.
By, oh by, the way of an explanation. Cast adrift of the shores of shorty's nation. I had a lick, it caved my skull in like a brick. . Call now, what use am I to anyone.
Don't play me a symphony. A simple song will do. . Diamond rings. Sparkling bright. Gold and silver things. Candle lights. But I wish you bought. Real light.
Postcards from Amsterdam. Phone-calls from Birmingham. To tell me only how you miss me. Received your telegram. Now you say: Here I am. The way you hold and kiss me.
You seem the types who follow the line. Went from cheery vagabondage. To cold blooded luxury in four years. . No lick spittle or pick thack. From sycophant claw back flunky.
Don't take me for a sunbeam. Don't take me for a sunbeam, a sunbeam, a sunbeam. It's just another faction of. Like another fraction of. Another taxer of your life.
Take him in, who's warm and gentle. Confidential, sentimental. That's the guy who'll open up your diamond eyes. . He will be there when you're cryin'.
Don't take me for no sunbeam. Don't take me for a sunbeam. Sunbeam, sunbeam. . Just another faction of. How can all the fraction of. Now they tax you all your life.
I tell you a story, but you won't listen. It's about a nightmare steeped in tradition. It's the story of a coked-up pansy. Who spent his nights in flights of fancy.
Call me Up. . You came to me- a shadow in the Night. a Love Connection hiding from the Light. In Darkness here again-true Agents of the Wind. Conspiracy is never out of-never out of sight..
Ecstasy, that's how I feel you feel for me. But loving you has only just begun like racing sun your way. . You're so sure. You seem to have the one like you by loving me.
In the morning where does the pain go?. Same place the fame goes. To your head. And it's not easy. Getting it out your head. And it's too easy. Getting out your head.
I like him (I like him). I'd give him something I could love him (oooh love him). But why is he so shy (uuuummm). Maybe I should tell him, tell him, tell him.
I thought I loved a tailor man,. Until I saw the sailor man. About twice the size of me, and also strong. He put my heart in such a mess. Until I heard myself say yes.
Well it's a long, long way, oooh. From Bollywood to Battersea. Bollywood to Battersea. Bollywood to Battersea. La la la la. I was a child of the pound and the crown.