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Best Of Babybird (06.04.2004)
06.04.2004
1.
2.
F-Word
3.
4.
5.
Eyes In The Back Of Your Head
6.
7.
In The Country
8.
9.
Way You Are
10.
11.
12.
All I Want Is Love
13.
Getaway
14.
Cornershop (Single Version)
15.
Out Of Sight
16.
Bad Habit
17.
Fireflies
18.
One Dead Groove
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remember that tank-top you bought me?
You wrote "you're gorgeous" on it
You took me to your rented motor car
And filmed me on the bonnet

You got me to hitch my knees up
And pulled my legs apart
You took an Instamatik camera
And pulled my sleeves around my heart

Because you're gorgeous
I'd do anything for you
Because you're gorgeous
I know you'll get me through

You said my clothes were sexy
You tore away my shirt
You rubbed an ice cube on my chest
Snapped me till it hurt

Because you're gorgeous
I'd do anything for you
Because you're gorgeous
I know you'll get me through

You said I wasn't cheap
You paid me twenty pounds
You promised to put me in a magazine
On every table in every lounge

Because you're gorgeous
I'd do anything for you
Because you're gorgeous
I know you'll get me through


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F-Word

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He had a bad old man who beat him
Took a hammer to his knees just to please him
Now he's thirty-five and half-alive
He's an open mouth in a beehive
He's gonna smile and be happy
Make everyone know that he's happy
Put his smiling face on a billboard
Kiss him from your car, he's happy
He's not happy

With his swollen lips around his early teens
In his dress he can't believe it's in his genes
Some days he's half-man, and then he's half-God
But on his blue days he wouldn't touch his greens
He's gonna make you smile and be happy
Make everyone know that he's happy
Put his smiling face on the TV
Kiss him from your chair, make him happy

He drowned his stepson in the duckpond
Let the wifebeater out to make a pop song
He put razor blades in the ice cream
Shot a paedophile in a wet dream
Mmm

He's got a young man who feeds him
Whispers sweet nothings just to please him
He makes him cool for the TV
Makes half the man he is a celebrity
With his swollen lips around his early teens
In his dress he can't believe it's in his genes
He's half a man, and half a God
One half bitch, one half dog.

He drowned his stepson in the duckpond
Let the wifebeater out to make a pop song
He put razor blades in the ice cream
Made nobody famous on the big screen
Put the whole wide world on remote control
He put a five times rapist on his TV show
On every single channel in every single home
You can even hear his voice on the telephone
Mmm
Shalala

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Put the car in reverse
and come back to me
without you this house is a hearse without wheels
you can't work out which cringing
which cringing feels worse
when i touch you like this
on the place that it hurts

Give me all that you have
if you don't i will steal it
all the things that you've lost
i can reel them in
i'm falling apart every minute of every hour
but you're there to put me back together again

When i don't know where you are
i feel lost
your trail feels so warm
but i'm covered with frost
when i left in the morning
she smelled so good
then i whispered quite nicely, quite rightly

I can't make you feel good
you can't make me feel bad
i'll never get you back
so you'll never be sad

give me all that you have
if you dont i will steal it
all the things that you`ve lost
i can reel them in
now you`re falling apart
every moment of every day
you`re not here to put me
back together again

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Eyes In The Back Of Your Head

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I hold you closely you push me away
I want forever you just want today
Give me your fingers wash out your mouth
Bite off my tongue on this bloody couch
But I don't blame you
You're always right
I'm like a bad day
On your good good night
I hear the tick of a bomb
All your hair in a fuse
You ask me for a light
To blow away these blues
Run me a bath, then plug me in
I'm like a T.V. learning to swim

But I don't blame you
You're always right
I'm like a bad day
On your good good night
I hold you closely you push me away
I want forever you just want today
Give me your fingers wash out your mouth
Bite off my tongue on this bloody couch
But I don't blame you
You're always right
I'm like a bad day
On your good good good good night

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In The Country

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I'll sing about love
'Till I'm 45 & fat
I'll take almost anything
But I won't take that
You can tie me up in knots
But I'll keep on coming
You can take away my voice
But I'll keep on humming
c-o-c-a
c-o-l-a
'Till I turn blue
Sing-singing about love
I'll take any old tat
But I won't take that
We'll teach the world to sing
You all know the words
So singalong, singalong, singalong
For a better world
C-o-c-a
C-o-l-a

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Way You Are

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It's time to come down from your spire
Jesus come back, you're a liar
I've covered the church in fish wire
I'll know you're here, like hellfire

Hell fire
If we hear a trip in the aisle
Turn on the lights with a big smile
There's no beautiful child
It's tealeaves with the roof tiles

Tealeaves with the roof tiles
We go on home with the radio on
Tune into paradise on the long wave
For a millionth time a born again song
Rings out like a bad shave

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If you’ll be mine, I’ll be yours,
If you’ll be mine, I’ll be yours.
If you’ll be mine, I’ll be yours,
If you’ll be mine, I’ll be yours.
I tick like a bomb,
a little bomb with feelings
in every single country,
under every ceiling.
There’s no feeling, there’s no feeling at all
There’s no feeling, there’s no feeling at all
If you’ll be mine, I’ll be yours,
If you’ll be mine, I’ll be yours.
If you’ll be mine, I’ll be yours,
If you’ll be mine, I’ll be yours.
Sha la la la
Sha la la la
Sha la la la la la la
Sha la la la
Sha la la la
Sha la la la la la la
I’m built like a house
A little house that’s peeling
As it peels away then you’ll see
There’s no feeling, there’s no feeling at all
There’s no feeling, there’s no feeling at all
If you’ll be mine, I’ll be yours,
If you’ll be mine, I’ll be yours.
If you’ll be mine, I’ll be yours,
If you’ll be mine, I’ll be yours.
Sha la la la
Sha la la la
Sha la la la la la la
Sha la la la
Sha la la la
Sha la la la la la la
I burn like a tree at the end of the garden.
We’ve put up a swing for the children.
There’s no feeling there’s no feeling at all.
With the world on TV she’s given up believing
There’s nothing left to see,
I was teasing.
I was teasing, I was teasing her on
I was teasing, I was teasing her on
If you’ll be mine, I’ll be yours,
If you’ll be mine, I’ll be yours.
If you’ll be mine, I’ll be yours,
If you’ll be mine, I’ll be yours.
Sha la la la
Sha la la la
Sha la la la la la la...


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All I Want Is Love

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Getaway

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Have you ever seen the golden mile
Have you ever driven someone wild
Have you ever wanted to kill a screaming child
Have you ever taken the mean out of meanwhile

Oh, I hope so
(x3)
I look up at the sky
And a plane's flying by
Smoking around the loops of your nickname
I used to call you CFC
It used to rhyme with happy
But now I'm sad
I've got no one to blame
Except myself
And that's selfish
So I'm going out
With my suitcase & my kisscurl
And I'm going out to change the world
But it's so easy for me to say
When I sit on my butt all day
So angry and clenching my fist
Crossing the word selfish off my list
Off my list
Have you ever sat down
And started to smile
At the old man who got up & danced
His way for a good cause to France
Oh, I hope so
(x3)

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Out Of Sight

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Bad Habit

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Fireflies

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One Dead Groove

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