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Spoiled Girl (1985)
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He never makes me feel ashamed
He bounces me high up on his back
He gives me the gold hat when I’m jump attack

My new boyfriend, my new boyfriend
My new boyfriend
Protects me
He defends me
He respects me
He loves me more than you ever did
My new boyfriend isn’t just some kid
My new boyfriend, ooh, my new boyfriend

He call in the trumpets for a laugh
He show me the way it was in Spain
He give me the golly when I’m too insane

My new boyfriend, my new boyfriend
My new boyfriend
Protects me
He defends me
He respects me
He loves me more than you ever did
My new boyfriend isn’t just a baby
My new boyfriend isn’t just some kid
My new boyfriend, ooh, my new boyfriend

He loves the living daylights out of me
He springs a ladder to the moon
He sings the far side of the tune

He’s a driven, silver lover
He can swim under the covers
He’s a high, gold bouncing lover

He’s a diver and a dreamer
He’s a dolphin in the ocean
He’s a rival of Orion



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Summer time, kids in the street
We were up on the roof laughing at the heat
That was the last I ever saw of you

Now it’s December, cold and dark
No more rainbows over Central Park
In this house no window has a view
There’s no love here without you

When you gonna come back home
When you gonna see it’s been too long
When you gonna come back home to me

Standin’ at the door and I turn the key
I’m holding my breath half expecting to see
You lyin’ on the bed, smilin’ up at me
I’m goin’ crazy ‘cause I just don’t know
Which way, which way your heart’s gonna go
I only pray it leads you back to me
Darlin’ let your heart
Lead you back to me

When you gonna come back home
When you gonna see it’s been too long
When you gonna come back home to me



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I’ve waited years
For you tonight
My faith in love has been my guiding light
I heard you voice
I read your heart
I fell in love with you though we were miles apart

Tonight and forever
Tonight and forever I am yours

Oh sisters make
My wedding bed
Tie a bunch of wild thorn branches
At the head
And scatter roses on the floor
Three bright stars shining at our door

Tonight and forever
Tonight and forever
Tonight and forever, I am yours

And a song on the wind
Rising from the sea

A fire so old
A flame so new
No, I could never ask for more than you
The moon is high
The tide is in
Now the night is ours
Let the dance begin

Tonight and forever
Tonight and forever
I am yours



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When you got a pretty boy
You want a smart one
When you got a smart one
You want him pretty

When you got one who’s all over you
You wish he’d hold back
Then when he’s being cool
You want him to attack

Spoiled girl
Living in her own world
Spoiled girl
Thinks of nothing but herself

Someone’s there to cut her hair
Will you wear it up or down
What, no bubbles for the bath?
Send the chauffeur into town
You’ll have fun tonight
Now you’re gonna call him up
“Hi” you say “I’ll call you back”
He waits and waits but no such luck

Spoiled girl
Living in her own world
Spoiled girl
Thinks of nothing but herself

When you want her
You can’t have her
When you need her
You can’t find her
She is busy keeping dizzy with the business of a little

Spoiled girl
Living in her own world
Spoiled girl
Thinks of nothing but herself



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She left the credit cards under her goodbye note
“All of these are yours, goodbye” and that was all she wrote
The keys to the Porsche she dropped on the floor in the den
She left in the ‘70 Dodge that he drove her in

She wasn’t angry
She wasn’t sad
She was just leaving a life that a lot of women wish they had

Tired of being blonde
Tired of running around with the usual guys and dolls
Tired of being blonde
Tired of living up to all he expected
Tired of being blonde
Tired of living a life that had only been planned by one
Tired of being blonde
Tired of letting her dreams go neglected

She used to love to know she rounded out his world
She used to love to be all he ever loved in a girl
He liked to buy her clothes that made her sexy and cute
Guess she decided she’d been too long away from her roots

She wasn’t crazy
She wasn’t mad
She just knew in her heart they had drained her of all that she had

Tired of being blonde
Tired of all the platinum frustration
Tired of being blonde
Tired of looking like a cutie on the cover of a magazine
Tired of being blonde
Tired of chasing all the latest sensations

She wasn’t angry, no, no, she wasn’t sad
She was just leaving a life that a lot of women wish they had

She was tired of being blonde
Tired of living a life that had only been planned by one
Tired of being blonde
Tired of coping with the desperation
Tired of being blonde
Tired of fighting back the feeling inside that told her to run
Tired of being blonde
Tired of hiding her own inclinations



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He figures out a restaurant
Where they won't be recognized
He can always slip the maitre’d a ten
Get a private little table and try her on for size
Make a plan of where to do it when
He’s so sly, he’s in love with his lies

And the wives, the wives are in Connecticut
The wives, the wives are in Connecticut
Trying to forget it, that they really do regret it
That they moved up to Connecticut
That they moved up to Connecticut

"The first year I was faithful"
He confesses to the girl
Admitting to the least of his sins
His cando so disarming
In this wicked city world
She falls for it and once again he wins
He’s so sly, he’s in love with his lies

And the wives, the wives are in Connecticut
The wives, the wives are in Connecticut
Trying to forget it, that they really do regret it
That they moved up to Connecticut
That they moved up to Connecticut
That they moved up to Connecticut

The five flight walk up
Can he make it?
He keeps promising to go back to the gym
Oh, and he thinks about his wife
So passionate last night
Was she really feeling it for him?

Or was it junior’s teacher
Or the carpenter who put up the shelves
The mechanic who fixed the wagon
Or the gardener who dug the well
The Italian riding instructor
Or the man on the Carousel

Or the out of work actor in Westport
Or the surgeon who cured the elms
Or the Yalie from New Haven
Or the farmer in the Dell

And the wives, the wives are in Connecticut
The wives, the wives are in Connecticut
Trying to forget it, that they really do regret it
That they moved up to Connecticut
That they moved up to Connecticut
That they moved up to Connecticut

How about
The lifeguard at the yacht club
Or the hairdresser from New London
Or the tennis pro from Fairfield
The Fuller Brush man from Bristol
The fisherman from Mystic
Or the novelist from New Canan
The usher at the movie theater
The architect from Guilford
Or the man on the carousel
The man on the carousel........



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Straight from the hall of fame
One of the world's great lovers
Darling you’re not to blame
I’m just sorry that you’ve been discovered
When I look in you eyes
I know hundreds of girls have been there
I try to be civilized
And pretend that I don’t care

Take me away, burn out the past
And hold me
To calm my jealousy
Hold me
Forget your history
I need you to show me
We’ll be like Adam and Eve
That you love me
I wish you had never loved anyone but me

Breathless and overcome
Knowin’ my desire is showing
Passion can make you dumb
But does so much to keep you going
Turn off the songs of the past romance and

Hold me
To calm my jealousy
Hold me
Forget your history
I need you to show me
We’ll be like Adam and Eve
That you love me
I wish you had never loved anyone but me

With too many options
You spin like a top
You spin like a top until you drop
But now that you’ve dropped I’m gonna pick you up
And love you until we just can’t stop
And love you until we just can’t stop



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A sweet young man sat on my chair
With a tape machine and a face of fear
He asked "how does it feel to be who you are?"
I thought, this boy really thinks I’m a star
I answered him with humility
And then asked him if he’d like some tea

Interview
Who’s interviewing who
Are you interviewing me
Or am I interviewing you

He asked if the rug was some lovely ancient thing
I lied and said “Yes, a gift from a king”
I watched his arms and how his lips moved
He asked me if my parents approved
He asked to see my Ruby ring
And if as a child I had liked to sing

Interview
Who’s interviewing who
Are you interviewing me
Or am I interviewing you

I said "yes, Oh yes" 400 times
“You’re so open” he said “do you always tell the truth?”
“Never,” I said, “What’s that?”

But how would it feel to hold me in your arms
You could get to know me down on the farm
Then you could see me as the child I’ve become
‘Cause being grown up can be so lonesome
Baby, how would it feel to hold me now
Baby, how would it feel to hold me now

Interview
Who’s interviewing who
Are you interviewing me
Or am I interviewing you



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Make me feel something
I used to feel
I used to feel something for you
But I’ve been sleep walking
Stumbling into false starts
Fumbling around with false hopes
Tumbling into false hearts
Mainly mine

Make me feel something
Feel something
Can it be I’m growing cold
Feel something
Maybe I’m just too controlled
Feel something
I’m much too young to feel this old

Make me walk on air
I used to dare
I used to take chances for you
But now I’m longing to feel passion
‘Cause I’ve only been pretending
Acting out the drama
Dying for a happy ending
Just to feel alive

Make me feel something
Feel something
Can it be I’m growing cold
Feel something
Maybe I’m just too controlled
I want to feel something
I’m much too young to feel this old

I don’t want to say “I love you”
To one more fantasy
You’d never believe
What a good actress I can be

Remember when
We were fresh in love
Your eyes were pale like the moon
We’d sit on the porch in Summer
Listenin' for the breezes
Spinning melodies up from the river
I dressed you up like a God
The one you were

Make me feel something
Feel something
Can it be I’m growing cold
Feel something
Maybe I’m just too controlled
Feel something
Make me feel
Make me feel
Make me feel something

Feel something
I want to feel something
Make me feel something

Going through the motions
I've been going through the motions
About how I want to feel


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I’ve been saying that I’d
Leave well enough alone
Now I’m behaving
Like I’m begging you for a bone
When it feels good you can’t help it
You just hang by the phone
And it felt that good last night
I can’t give it up

You come on like a prince
You got everyone convinced
That you’re a prince of a man
But I’m the one who knows you
I’m the one you show that you
Don’t give a damn
Can’t give it up, oh no, can’t give it up

I’ve been dreaming you’d fall in love with me
No cold blooded scheming
If it could be that easy
But you still fight it
And I must like it
That I have to reach for what I want
And as long as it feels that good
I can’t give it up

I don’t want to want you
I don’t want to want you
‘Cause you can’t give, can’t give
No, I don’t want you
'Cause you can’t give





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You may think I'm dumb
Or you may think you're sly
But I know what you're cravin'
I've been watchin' your eyes
There's a girl across the room
She's been glancin' this way
Both of you wondering
When you'll have your day

Black honeymoon
I'll be leaving you soon
Next time maybe I'll be the girl
Across the room
Black honeymoon

She's tossin' her hair
She won't meet my stare
I turn to accuse you
You pretend she's not there
The pains not so bad
Cause I've played thru this game
The players are different
But the moves they're the same

Black honeymoon
I'll be leaving you soon
Next time maybe I'll be the girl
Across the room
Black honeymoon

Now she's gone
And you're smilin' so nice
And I'm smilin' back
But my blood's turned to ice, ice, ice, ice

Now I don't feel undone
And I don't feel afraid
There's nothing quite so cold
As the heart you've betrayed

Black honeymoon
I'll be leaving you soon
Next time maybe I'll be the girl
Across the room
Black honeymoon




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