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Playing Possum (1975)
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Heat's up, tea's brewed
Clothes strewn around the room
Looks like a wind swept through
Made a wild man out of you
And doesn't anger turn you on
An expectation of a calm
After the storm

And your body feels so warm
After the storm

The wind's blowing the moon down
Underneath the eiderdown
You're taking me to town
And you're tossing me around
And you come on like a hurricane
I'm settling like your weathervane
After the storm

And your body feels so warm
After the storm

And you come on like a hurricane
I'm settling like your weathervane
After the storm
And your body feels so warm
After the storm


. . .


I've seen the sidewalks
And I've been aware
Of all the lamps and tables
And the paperback books
That you've thrown out there
All your artifacts
In disrepair
Make up a pile so high
Could tie up the traffic in the thoroughfare

Put your love out in the street
Put your love out in the street
Put your love out in the street
Put your love
Out in the street tonight

I don't mind your sinning
I'm no saint myself
And if the neighbors call you a hellcat
Then let them call me Jezebel

Cause I've come to know you
I've come to know you so well
From spying on you from my bathroom window
In this cheap hotel

Put your love out in the street
Put your love out in the street
Put your love out in the street
Put your love
Out in the street tonight

So let flow the hydrants
And we'll dance in the spray
And we'll wash out our dirty laundry
In the alleyway

Put your love out in the street
Put your love out in the street
Put your love out in the street
Put your love
Out in the street tonight


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Won't you give me all your limes
And I will give you a reason
I'll rub them on my body
And smell just like the West Indies

And when I'm feelin' like the islands
And I'm giving you all my sighs
I beg you when you love me
Look me in the eyes

It's your heat that makes me warm
Makes me climb on you like a tree
And I don't need no fancy dancing
When you bend over me

We'll be like two lazy sunbathers
Swaying palm trees against the sky
And I beg you when you love me
Look me in the eyes





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I want to give you more
More and more
More and more
More than just a melody
To let you know that I love you

I want to give you more
More and more
More and more
More than just a song to sing
To let you know that it's the real thing

I want to make us be
You and me
In close harmony
I want to make us be
You and me
In close harmony

Serenades and symphonies
Lullabyes and sweet melodies
We'll make romantic rhapsodies
Music, maestro, if you please

I want to give you more
More and more
More and more
More than just a love affair
Cause, darlin', you can find that anywhere

Lay your head upon my breast
Fondle me with tenderness
We've got the key to happiness
Close your eyes and I'll do the rest

I want to give you more
More and more
More and more
More than even life itself
I wouldn't settle for nothing else

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Listening for your footsteps
Just waiting like a fool
Burning with a fever only you can cool
The clock beside my pillow
Has ticked away the night
Like a heartbeat mocking me
Until the light

Gotta stop these thoughts about you
Gotta learn to live without you
Gotta find some freedom for this weary slave
'Cause I'm hungry for you
And I'm longing for you
And I'm burning for you

I worship your opinions
And I imitate your ways
I try to make you grace me
With a word of praise
However much I tell myself
That I'm strong and free and brave
I'm just another woman
Raised to be a slave

Slave, nothing but a slave
Mind of a slave
Body of a slave

[Repeat Chorus]

I find I gave away the soul
That I wanted you to save
I'm just another woman
Raised to be a slave

Hungry for you
And longing for you
Burning for you
And I'm longing for you
Burning for you
And I'm longing for you
Longing for you


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There's a new kind of dancing
That's gonna be the rage
You just leave yourself behind
Like an actor on a stage

Cop a different pose
From the pose you're in
Shine a different attitude
From underneath your skin

Attitude dancing
Strut around the floor in a different attitide
Attitude dancing
Any attitude is the proper attitude
Attitude dancing
Don't be afraid to change your attitude
Attitude dancing
Free up your spirit with a new attitude

It don't even matter
If you stretch or shake
And it don't really matter
What moves your body makes

And it don't really matter
What steps you choose to do
Only one thing matters
Is your attitude
Your attitude

Attitude dancing
Strut around the floor in a different attitide
Attitude dancing
Learn to move in another attitude
Attitude dancing
Find the groove in a new attitude
Attitude dancing
Don't be afraid of a new attitude

It don't really matter
What steps you choose to do
Only one thing matters:
Is your attitude

Your attitude, attitude dancing
Strut around the floor in a new attitude
Do the locomotion in a new attitude
Do the mashed potato in a new attitude
Do the hully gully in a new attitude

Find a role you like
Capture it and freeze
Then turn it around
A hundred and eighty degrees
Or if you're at a loss
Observe some natural dude
And turn into a mirror of his attitude
Attitude, attitude, attitude
Dancing



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It makes me smile
To think of what we dreamed of

Where are those sons of summer now
With their wild-haired women in their
patchwork gowns
Who could laugh the lights away
Nights on the beach and bay

The course on farms
And the course in the bar
Sweet smokin' in the back of the car
Always the first time shines to last like a morning star
Like a morning star

It's been a while since the last time we were dancing
Where are those sons of summer now
With their long-limbed ladies who all knew how
To chase the blues away
I've got the blues today

Your ivy days and your clubhouse ways
Wine mug nights when the music played
Love that is real will not fade away like a morning star

Where are those sons of summer now
The winter has come
And you don't know how to turn your
Dreams into coal
Your books won't hold you

The woods get cold
And I feel too old
I begin to questioning your schoolboy soul
Clever remarks that once won my heart
When the fire won't light
Will they lose their spark

And I can't help but get a little bit blue
Thinking about the precious nothing we once knew






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Something's going down like a waterfall
Some strong feeling's some old love
I saw you and it made no sense at all
Now I feel like there's too much caffeine in my blood

Like a waterfall goin' down
Like a waterfall washing me down
Spinnin' me around
Lord, and I'm drownin'
Like a waterfall going down
Just like a waterfall washing me down
Like a waterfall going down and down and down

You're an old lover making new contact
Making those cold defenses melt
And though lying in your arms is after the fact
Once again I'm feeling like I've never felt

It's like a waterfall going down
Like a waterfall washing me down
Spinnin'me round

Lord, and I'm drowning
Like a waterfall going down
Just like a waterfall washing me down
Like a waterfall going down and down and down

. . .


Are you ticklish
Or did I just hit a funny bone
Are you ticklish
Are we really alone?

Do you like me
Or am I just hoping for too much
Do you like me
Do you like to touch
Do you like me

I hear there's another side to you
Well there's another side to me too
Let's get over to the other side
Real soon

I hear there's an underneath to you
Well there's an underneath to me too
Let's get down underneath
Real soon

Are you lonesome
Well everybody's lonesome
So it's safe to assume you're lonesome
But are you ticklish
Are you ticklish





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We lived up in Cambridge
And browsed in the hippest newsstands
The we started our own newspaper
Gave the truth about Uncle Sam
We loved to be so radical
But like a ragged love affair
Some became disenchanted
And some of us just got scared

Now are you playing possum
Keeping a low profile
Are you playing possum for a while

Then you moved to the country
Bought a farm and tilled the land
Then you took your books to India
And got hooked on a holy man
But the wells they do run dry
And the speeches turn to words
And the woods are full of tigers
And freedom's for the birds

Now are you playing possum
Keeping a low profile
Are you playing possum for a while

Now you run a bookstore
And you've taken on a wife
You wear patches on your elbows
And you live an easy life
But are you finally satisfied
Is it what you were lookin' for
Or does it sneak up on you
That there might be something more

Now are you playing possum
Keeping a low profile
Are you playing possum for a while






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