Souvenirs Lyrics - Braver Than We Are - Meat Loaf

Baby, I think it's over 

The end is finally near 

Don't wanna talk about it anymore 

I see it all so clear 

So pack your bags and move on out 

There ain't nothin' for you here 

I think you know it's over too 

So why not disappear? 

Wait a minute, baby, what's that you say? 

You really don't think it's fair 

To send you outside into the cold, cold night 

You poor, poor girl, I don't really care 

'Cause you've been cold to me so long 

I'm cryin' icicles instead of tears 

So pack your bags and move on out 

There ain't nothing for you here 

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Baby, I know it's over 

I got a last idea 

Don't want you to leave me empty-handed 

I agree that wouldn't be fair 

Take along a little something to remember me by 

A little something to show that I care 

Oh step right up, you poor little girl 

Step right up, you poor little girl 

Step right up, you poor little girl 

Take your souvenir 

Oh step right up, you poor little girl 

Step right up, you poor little girl 

Step right up, you poor little girl 

Take your souvenir 

Step right up, you poor, poor girl 

Take your souvenir 

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Take my heart, drain it dry 

I don't blame you now 'cause I know you really tried 

Take my soul, you can have my mind 

But you're never gonna get your hands on my love 

'Cause it's mine, mine, all mine 

Take my master, you can have my slave 

When I'm dead or buried alive, you can always take my grave 

Take my body, I know you really think it's fine 

But you're never gonna get your hands on my love 

'Cause it's mine, mine, all mine 

So tell me now, now who's playing this game 

Which side do I choose? 

I'm going down, down and I'm spinning around 

Is there anyone I can accuse? 

What are the odds 

For do I win or lose? 

Oh baby please, sir, by the way, sir 

May I be excused? 

Take my sorrow, I'm running out of joy 

When you're tired of playing with yourself, y 

ou can always take my toys 

Take your baby, show him a real good time 

You always were a super dad 

But as a lover you were less than fine 

Take my jewels, I know you love to see them shine 

But you're never gonna get your hands on my love 

'Cause it's mine, mine, all mine 

So tell me now, now who's playing this game 

Which side do I choose? 

I'm going down, down and I'm spinning around 

Is there anyone I can accuse? 

What are the odds 

For do I win or lose? 

Oh baby please, sir, by the way, sir 

May I be excused? 

Well I don't wanna play with you no more 

Don't wanna play with you no more 

Don't wanna play with you no more 

Don't wanna play with you no more 

Don't wanna play with you no more 

Don't wanna play with you no more 

Oh step right up, you poor little girl 

Step right up, you poor little girl 

Step right up, you poor little girl 

Take your souvenir 

Oh step right up, you poor little girl 

Step right up, you poor little girl 

Step right up, you poor little girl 

Take your souvenir 

Oh step right up, you poor little girl 

Step right up, you poor little girl 

Step right up, you poor little girl 

Take your souvenir 

Oh step right up, you poor little girl 

Step right up, you poor little girl 

Step right up, you poor little girl 

Take your souvenir 

Step right up, you poor little girl