So here I go I know this feeling awfully well. I could build a camera custom made to tape record the smell. Of the perfume that we used to share until you spilled it on the floor what more.
He takes me everywhere. He goes and he goes everywhere. He likes to try on all my clothes. But not my underwear. And he never hates me. Just wants to levitate me.
Normally I'd be french-twisting my hair and selecting the right earrings to wear it's a special evening for most normally I'd be proposing a toast but not this year because I'm here the part.
'Bad finger' in a hotel room. I play guitar now, nobody plays me. Bad rumor in a minor key. I can tune it up myself when nobody tunes to me. . If you wanted to stay I could behave.
Destructive, exciting and I can't let go. Inciting a riot on my radio. I'm going, I'm gone, even though I know it's wrong. He's a Saturday night and Sunday morning rolled into one.
They walk the horses home at night right by my window. They pull their carriages along busy city streets. It's from another time it's like a lullaby. But I don't think that I can sleep tonight.
We're the same and you don't even know it. We're afraid and we try not to show it. And you're tired and I am too. So there's only one thing you can do.
I hate your way. I don't care what you say. I hate your way. I don't care. And I'm only half there. So I don't care. They can cut me down. 'til I'm the talk of the town.
And this is the way it's going to be. I gave him away and now I'm free. But he was the life I meant to lead. There's nothing left of me but. This is my melody.
And it feels like a movie. 'cause I've done something heavy. And now I'm all alone. And you know I like it. Well I wish I was older. I could hold my liquor.
Dream we're out on the roadway and you're right there by my side. An we're taking off in your G5 baby, I love it when we fly. Cause you're mighty like a knockout baby, you're desperate like a rose.
What's that sound (3X). You got me hanging on and listening to confessions on the telephone. Hear me now (3X). You beat me black and blonde somebody tell me what the hell is going on.
The pinch. One inch. Half a head. And half dead. No pain. No gain. There's a million voices in my brain. It's like a game of hide and seek. And I play every day.
Hey baby. Why'd you turn away. I was about to say that. Something baby. I thought would make you smile. At least for a little while. Oh well baby. That's the way it goes.
Eksyneet askeleet. Toisiltaan vieraantuneet. . S minut haikeaksi teet, nyt kun sanat on loppuneet. Ja teot puolestaan nytelleet. Osat toisistaan nyt, kun ovat erkaantuneet.
You're breakin' my heart. You're tearing it apart so fuck you. . All I want to do is have a good time, now I'm blue. You won't boogaloo. Run down to Tramps, have a dance or two, ooh.
Written by: Harry Nilsson. Vocals & Acoustic Guitar: Harry Nilsson. Bass: Klaus Voorman. Electric Guitar: Peter Frampton. Piano: Nicky Hopkins. Horns arranged by Kirby Johnson.
Sit beside the breakfast table. Think about your troubles. Pour yourself a cup of tea. Then think about the bubbles. . You can take your teardrops. And drop them in a teacup.
Written by: Harry Nilsson. Vocals: Harry Nilsson. Drums: Richie Snare. Bass: Klaus Voorman. Piano: Nicky Hopkins. Guitars: Paul Keough, Les Thatcher. Percussion: Ray Cooper, Richard Perry.
Written by: Harry Nilsson. Vocals: Harry Nilsson. Piano: Nicky Hopkins. Acoustic Guitars: Cris Spedding, Peter Frampton, John Uribe. Electric Guitar: Klaus Voorman.