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2. | When The Weekend Comes |
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4. | I Can't Stay Mad |
5. | Can'tcha Hear The Children Calling |
6. | Outside Myself |
7. | I Ain't Got To Love Nobody Else |
8. | More Than Love |
9. | It Ain't Me |
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Tell me baby, that's all you got to do.
Cause, listen.
How can I explain this feeling that's so true?
Honey, I just can't seem to understand it.
But, I wanna make love to you.
When the stars fall from heaven and the dealer hasn't stopped - dance slow.
If you try to stop and talk to me, that's when I know.
That's when I know!
I ain't going to try to tell you how this has made me feel so blue.
I'm sitting all alone and I'm wondering.
I wanna make love to you.
Stop and tell me, tell me, tell me what you want me to do?
C'mon baby, I've got to make to love to you.
I wanna make love to you.
Tell me what you want me to do, c'mon baby.
How can I explain this feeling that's so true?
Honey, I just can't seem to understand it.
But, I wanna make love to you.
When the stars fall from heaven and the dealer stopped - dance slow.
If you try to stop and talk to me, honey, you've got to let me know. Won't you let me know?
I wanna make to love you.
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So, I put back my keys I told her goodbye and I walked out the door.
I drove away so care for my (?)
But, I broke down that night and I called out her number and her phone starts to ring.
No one was there, I had wasted my time.
All the things we do when get lonely don't seem like much in the light of the dead.
Girls I love, we all know.
But, it can't make the hurt go away.
I'm pretending not to care, knowing your emotions, being alone.
Friends come around tell that I'll be your right, I'll be your right.
But, I still call her name, hoping that she'll hear me, knowing that she won't.
If she should call, I would run right back to her side.
All the things we do when get lonely don't seem like much in the light of the dead.
Girls I love, we all know.
But, it can't make the hurt go away.
If she should call, I would run right back to her side.
All the things we do when get lonely don't seem like much in the light of the dead.
Girls I love, we all know.
But, it can't make the hurt go away.
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