Альбом Adam Ant

I want those who get to know me
To become admirers or my enemies
I want those who get to know me
To become admirers or my enemies
I want those who get to know me
To become admirers or my enemies
I want those who get to know me
To become admirers or my enemies

Take it up or leave it
I'm not gonna change a bit
If it means heartache
Then leave it out for your sake
I tried and I tri-tried
To take care of my insides
Nobody's perfect so leave me if you object

I want those who get to know me
To become admirers or my enemies
I want those who get to know me
To become admirers or my enemies
I want those who get to know me
To become admirers or my enemies
I want those who get to know me
To become admirers

When you're a pirouetting, highkicking, thigh slapping cruiser
When you're a hip grinding, spellbinding, clean cut seducer
You have to be careful so people take note
I take it serious, but I still like a joke

I want those who get to know me
To become admirers or my enemies
I want those who get to know me
To become admirers or my enemies
I want those who get to know me
To become admirers or my enemies
I want those who get to know me
To become admirers

Take it up or leave it
I'm not gonna change a bit
If it means heartache
Then leave it out for your sake
I tried and I tri-tried
But still you say that I lied
Nobody's perfect
So leave me if you object

Take it up or leave it
I'm not gonna change a bit
If it means heartache
Then leave it out for your sake
I tried and I tri-tried
To take care of my insides
Nobody's perfect
So leave me if you object

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
Every girl is a something girl
Every girl is a something girl
Every girl is a something girl
She's got something
Every girl is a something girl
Every girl has a somehing smile
Every girl is a something girl
For a while
If I had three wishes I know mine
I would not ask the stars to shine
I wouldn't ask for gems or pearls
I'd ask for the something girls
Every girl is a something girl
From the whites of her eyes
To the tip of a curl
Every girl sends a something boy
With that something
When this old world won't treat you right
You're not feeling yourself tonight
Think of someone you can do
Relax and let that something through
Every girl is a something girl
She's got she's got something

All I thought I wanted was a front door
All I thought I wanted was a place in the country
Now I realise I wanted so much more
Some I love but you I adore

You think you're really swinging
But you're off the beat
The move your brains are thinking
Doesn't reach your feet
You got to get this complication out your head
Or find another man instead

All I thought I wanted was a front door
All I thought I wanted was a place in the country
Now I realise I wanted so much more
Some I love but you I adore

You listen very close to what the bad girls said
In all those crumby articles and in my bed
They said I'm just a stripper not afraid to strip
I got my brains rattlin' my hips

Ok, Marco, let's hear what you can do

All I thought I wanted was a front door
All I thought I wanted was a place in the country
Now I realise I wanted so much more
Some I love but you I adore

You've got the kind of looks
That make a dead man stare
But when it comes to working, honey
You ain't there
I try to tell you nicely but the screaming starts
You're playing ping pong with my heart

All I thought I wanted was a front door
All I thought I wanted was a place in the country
Now I realise I wanted so much more
Some I love but you I adore

All I thought I wanted was a front door
All I thought I wanted was a place in the country
Now I realise I wanted so much more
Some I love but you I adore

All I thought I wanted was a front door
All I thought I wanted was a place in the country
Now I realise I wanted so much more
Some I love but you I adore

All I thought I wanted was a front door
All I thought I wanted was a place in the country
Now I realise I wanted so much more
I've heard enough don't wanna hear no more

If I ask you difficult questions
If I make improper suggestions
Would you find that a risk to your health?
Would you put me up on the bookshelf?
With the books
And the plants

Desperate but not serious
Your kisses drive me delirious

If I were kind and adoring
How would that be? Very boring
Mister Pressman, with your penknife
Always asking about my sex life
And who with
And how many times

Desperate but not serious
Your kisses drive me delirious

All the advice seems so unkind
If you don't stop, you will go blind
They tell you it's none of their business
And console you with a big kiss
On the lips
And on the back of your neck

Desperate but not serious
Your kisses drive me delirious
Desperate but not serious
Your kisses drive me delirious
Desperate but not serious
Your kisses drive me delirious
...

When you get a number oneThe only way is downAnd if you have a sticky patchThey start looking, start looking around
Listen close to what men sayTake what you want, what you wantWhat you want, what you wantAnd throw the rest away
In the night when things go bumpThink of me, think of me (here comes the grump)Think of me, think of me (here comes the grump)Think of me, think of me Here comes the grump
Doctors said "Adam, sex kills"So come inside, come inside Come inside, come insideCome inside and die
When you get a number oneThe only way is downAnd if you have a sticky patchThey start looking, start looking around
In the night when things go bumpThink of me, think of me (here comes the grump)Think of me, think of me (here comes the grump)Think of me, think of me Here comes the grump

© BMG Music Publishing Limited

Densmore/manzarek/morrison/krieger

Hello, I love you
Won't you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you
Let me jump in your game
Hello, I love you
Won't you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you
Let me jump in your game

She's walking down the street
Blind to every eye she meets
Do you think you'll be the guy
To make the queen of the angels sigh?

Hello, I love you
Won't you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you
Let me jump in your game
Hello, I love you
Won't you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you
Let me jump in your game

She holds her head so high
Like a statue in the sky
Her arms are wicked, and her legs are long
When she moves my brain screams out this song

Sidewalk crouches at her feet
Like a dog that begs for something sweet
Do you hope to make her see, you fool?
Do you hope to pluck this dusky jewel?

Hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello
I want you
Hello
I need my baby
Hello, hello, hello, hello

With the heartbreak open
So much you can't hide
Put on a little makeup, makeup
Make sure they get your good side, good side

If the words unspoken
Get stuck in your throat
Send a treasure token, token
Write it on a pound note, pound note

Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes
Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes

Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Subtle innuendos follow
There must be something inside

We don't follow fashion
That'd be a joke
You know we're going to set them, set them
So everyone can take note, take note

When they saw you kneeling
Crying words that you mean
Opening their eyeballs, eyeballs
Pretending that you're Al Green, Al Green

Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes
Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes

Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Subtle innuendos follow
Must be something inside

No one's gonna tell me
What's wrong and what's right
Or tell me who to eat with, sleep with
Or that I've won the big fight, big fight

Look out or they'll tell you
You're a "Superstar"
Two weeks and you're an all-time legend
I think the games have gone much too far

If the words unspoken
Get stuck in your throat
Send a treasure token, token
Write it on a pound note, pound note

Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Subtle innuendos follow
Must be something inside

'Cause I don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Subtle innuendos follow
Must be something inside

'Cause I don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Subtle innuendos follow
Must be something inside

'Cause I don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Subtle innuendos follow
Must be something inside

'Cause I don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Subtle innuendos follow
Must be something inside

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
People come people go, how long I'll stay I just don't know
When showbiz is a dirty word, I hope my time will come
Crackpot history and the right to lie
People love people hate, for my downfall they just can't wait
When showbiz is a dirty word, I hope my time will come
Crackpot history and the right to lie
I wish that everyone could see a show by Liza Minnelli
Such a marvellous lady with talent by the ton
Crackpot history and the right to lie
People lie people hurt, like to read their Sunday dirt
So every Jeckyll needs a Hyde to blame the business on
Crackpot history and the right to lie
Every rebel that I've met say they're going to die and yet
I see them now and they ain't dead yet, and pushing forty one
Crackpot history and the right to lie
Pumping is a splendid gift, I hope you will catch my drift
Some like pumping in the lift, just like the Scottish Tongs
Crackpot history and the right to lie
There is nothing like the sound of a nicely laundered pound
Trying to collect around forty million
Crackpot history and the right to lie

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
You think that I'm amde of money
You've got something coming honey
This ain't no land of milk and honey
My accountant thinks that's funny
Instead of trying to use your brains
You sit round and suck my veins
Your kind of rat belongs in drains
You're gonna get around
You like all those big fancy cars
Trendy people and their wine bars
But your lying will leave its scars
Get around, get on your horse
You think that I'm made of reddies
That makes me choke on my Shreddies
I may smile and act so sunny
But this boy is not your dummy
Marriages are made in heaven
So what the hell happened to mine?

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
Get on your backstep where you belong
Leave your shirt and tie undone
Cajun twister all night long
You fight so hard to get your name
What big eyes you got grandma
On every tongue in every brain
What big eyes you got grandma
How in the hell can you complain
What big eyes you got grandma
Privacy's gone down the drain
Get on your backstep where you belong
Leave your shirt and tie undone
Cajun twister all night long
Pay attention
You fight so hard to get your name
What big ears you got grandma
On every tongue in every brain
What big ears you got grandma
How in the hell can you complain
What big ears you got grandma
Privacy's gone down the drain
You fight so hard to get your name
What a big mouth you got grandma
On every tongue in every brain
What a big mouth you got grandma
How in the hell can you complain
What a big mouth you got grandma
Privacy's gone down the drain
Get on your backstep....
You fight so hard to get your name
Please don't eat my leg grandma
On every tongue in every brain
Please don't eat my leg grandma
How in the hell can you complain
What a bore you popstars are
Privacy's gone down the drain

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
I call round your house
I try on your phone but you cry
Leave me alone leave me alone
I like your face you dig my eyes
Come on now honey try this for sighs
And if a push comes to a shove
And we have to call it love then
Baby I'll do it
Baby I'll do it
I don't drive no rig
I don't need no car so you cry
Leave me alone leave me alone
I like your face you dig my eyes
Come on now honey try this for sighs
I don't want no lip
I can smell your lies when you cry
Leave me alone leave me alone
You like my face I dig your thighs
Scrap that honey try this for sighs

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