Альбом Adam Ant

It's at times like this the great heaven knows
That we wish we had not so many clothes
So let's loosen up with a playful tease
Like all lovers did through the centuries

We're just following ancient history
If I strip for you will you strip for me?
We're just following ancient history
If I strip for you will you strip for me?
Uh-huh-huh

When it gets so hot, the end of the day
You may find your clothes getting in the way
If a pretty dress hides your true desire
Fold it nice and slow, throw it on the fire

We're just following ancient history
If I strip for you will you strip for me?
We're just following ancient history
If I strip for you will you strip for me?
Uh-huh-huh

We don't need to see what the butler saw
Or a mirrored room with a mirrored floor
All those sneaky looks gazing down on you
Are no substitute for our rendezvous

We're just following ancient history
If I strip for you will you strip for me?
We're just following ancient history
If I strip for you will you strip for me?
Uh-huh-huh

It's at times like this the great heaven knows
That we wish we had not so many clothes
So let's loosen up with a playful tease
Like all lovers did through the centuries

If you think it's cheap or a bit risqué
Please don't say a word I'll just slip away
I am not a man who believes in lies
Like an octopus with big x-ray eyes

Don't freeze up girl, you're looking quite a sight
Be generous, I want it all tonight!

We're just following ancient history
If I strip for you will you strip for me?
We're just following ancient history
If I strip for you will you strip for me?

Say it girlfriend, say it

Well this is this and that is that
Though shrinks say they no better
But people making love says more
Than any word or letter
He's not too good with books and such
No not too good with that
But he's got knowledge nice and raw
And lots of nifty chat

Baby let me scream at you
You can decline of course
I'm talking to you girlfriend
Give me some chili sauce

Well this is this and that is that
Though shrinks say they no better
But people making love says more
Than any word or letter
She's not the subtle kind at all
Don't live her life from books
But girls are girls are girls are girls
And boy she's got the looks

Get in get on get down get off
Get up get dressed get out
And if you find a better way
Pick up the phone and shout
Get in get on get down get off
How fond of milk you are
Don't be a Mrs. Hangup girl
Beaucoup de chocolat

It's that moment when you know it
A first glance lets you show it
That something good will happen here tonight
And far across the room
So deep inside her soon
Your passion's like a spear of true delight

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
A word from her is worth ten from me
Her main concern is honesty
She beat the selfishness right out of me
The wild eyed child
She's my libertine
My only books were women's looks
And the more I read, the less I said
She wanted to search inside me
To find this so-called purity
She acts the films that I can't see
The wild eyed child
She's my libertine
She showed me the slim chance I'd got
And all the friendships baby, that I had not
Be sure she has the guts of three
The wild eyed child
She's my libertine
I know a girl she's got a lust for danger
Thinks being tough makes her the Lone Ranger
But when the chips are down it's loving she craves
She's just another Aphrodite slave

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
Now I don't go to much on names
No, I don't go to much on names
When there's spanish games
You can play if you want to
Always try to look our best
Frills and spanish dress
When we want to
She can be my matador
Chase me round the floor
When she wants to
Figures charge in burning red
Angels fear to tread
Should they want to
She can be my matador
Chase me round the floor
If she wants to
Never want to cruise about
Never bothered showing out
You only want to wear me out
No. I don't go to much on names
When there's spanish games
You can play if you want to

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
I cannot speak of what I feel
And yet I feel so much
I know that woman's arms can heal me
Like an angel's touch
She says she likes the accent
She thinks it's so polite
I think she going to like it more
When we're alone tonight
She cannot speak of what she feels
And yet she feels so much
Except her lover's arms can heal her
Like an angel's touch
Money's money my little honey
A rich man's jokes are always funny
Build them walls but I'm coming through
Don't trouble trouble till it troubles you
Money's money my little honey
A rich man's jokes are always funny
Ring came off in heights of passion
Wear it now, and that's not fashion
You open up your heart heart behold
Another door slams shut
And tongues are not of steel
But take a look how deep they cut

Boots... Kitty, Kitty!

Pussycat's going to London
Looking for love and for fame
I wish somebody had told her
City folks ain't the same
Pussycat carries a postcard
Won't the big city be nice
That's the place with the action
She's gonna have her a slice

Pussycat, Pussycat where have you been?
I've been to London, now I'm queen
Sitting pretty, I don't wear suits
And the mice all call me -
Puss 'n Boots

Pussycat laughs at the warnings
Where there's a will there's a way
I think you'd agree if you saw her
Rome's built in a day
Pussycat's read all the papers
Seen the movie and knows
All the streets lead to somewhere
And the pavement's gold

Pussycat, Pussycat where have you been?
I've been to London, and now I'm queen
Sitting pretty, I don't wear suits
And the mice all call me -
Puss 'n Boots

Although you know it's wrong
We must do it everyday
When the morning comes
Don't you turn around and say
It's bound to end in tears
So let's do it anyway

Pussycat wasn't a kitten
And not as dumb as they thought
She had a good head on her shoulders
And beauty that couldn't be bought
The royalty made her an offer
If she'd keep trouble at bay
They'd give her the money and diamonds
Be queen for a day

Pussycat, Pussycat where have you been?
I've been to London, and now I'm queen
Sitting pretty, I don't wear suits
And the mice all call me -
Puss 'n Boots

Pussycat, Pussycat where have you been?
I've been to London, and now I'm queen
Sitting pretty, I don't wear suits
And the mice all call me -
Puss 'n Boots

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
What do you wear in bed?
Some headphones on my head
What do you like to hold?
My breath, she said.
(He's a playboy)
Hi there, haven't I seen you somewhere before?
Was it in my dreams, I'm not too sure
The way you look seems so unfair
All that beauty, golden hair.
You dance like someone heaven blessed
All wrapped up in gorgeous dress
I just want you to catch me when I fall...
Has anyone ever told you you've got the most
Beautiful eyes?
I really do mean it.
D'you like fast cars?...
She like Johnny, she likes Joe
But they both ignore her so
Mister Playboy sing your song
And the horse you rode in on...

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
Lay him down inside the car
Boston en route, not too far
Down another bleak highway
Soothes the morning pain away
What had passed the night before
Room 1206 on the floor
Beautiful, his Bardot
And though he's spoiled
She likes him so
He's just a joker flash and cheap
And not to fussy where he sleeps
Before he starts to complain
She wants him to be bad again
So the couple lying there
Teach each other how to swear
Could this be a dirty night?
It could if they're doing it right

Give me your hand here is mine
Better in the open
It's showtime let's call the tune

He's her baby boy
Navel to neck
Give me your mouth
I want to kiss you

Something deep inside me waits
You're giving up your daughters
But perfection is so dull

He's her baby boy
Navel to neck
Give me your mouth
I want to kiss you

That's the way the honey goes
Sweeter than a toy
From his tippy to his toes
He's her baby boy

That's the way the honey goes
Sweeter than a toy (hey, girl)
From his tippy to his toes
He's her baby boy (what did I say)

That's the way the honey goes
Sweeter than a toy
Come out to play, huh

Every inch of you I prize
Your body is a vision
And all the while look in your eyes

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
Just stay out of my face
And get out of this place
Stop pulling my string
If you want a nice face
Boy
None so dull as spoken word
Things like "girls be seen not heard"
And when she fights you back
Don't call her Amazon
Be very quiet,
Nothing to say
Talk like a nice boy
And you'll be O.K.
You dig
A slice of heaven is what you are
Said Mary Joe in her little car
A slice of heaven is what you are
Now sensual big ladies are
Stranger in town
Plenty of cash
But you're in the wrong place friend
If you want to be flash
Dig it
The sweetest girl I ever knew
Was six feet four with eyes of blue
She's so wonderful
Don't call her Amazon
A slice of heaven is what you are
Said Mary Joe in her sports car
Such a darling child
Don't call her Amazon
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