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First I was thinking that you're ok.
Then I was thinking you're far away.
Though how I might like to get to know you better.
I just got to got to get to know you mmm much much better!
I want you!
Made up my mind and I made my plans.
I'm onto you like a hardcore fan.
I got trackers and lookouts, electronic scanners.
Got you on my mind and it's mind over manners.
I've got the inside news.
I've got the latest point of view.
I'm looking to pursue any stories that I hear of you.
Packing my bag and I'm playing my hand.
He looks to me like the promised man.
Got no time for poses.
Set my explosives.
I'm gunning for you, I got power packed motives.
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Love's touch comes to mean so much -
Embrasser c'est francais
embFasser c'est francais
Love's way s'abandonner -
Embrasser c'est francais
embrasser c'est francais
Slip into the velvet glove
parted lips so filled with love -
Embrasser c'est francais
embrasser c'est francais
Lips upon forbidden places
lingering in long embraces -
Embrasser c'est francais.
French kissin' in the USA
French kissin' in the USA!
French kissin' in the USA
French kissin' in the USA!
Lips are in motion - ocean to ocean -
Paris is calling - falling we're falling -
Lips close then blossom like a rose -
Embrasser c'est francais
embrasser c'est francais
Lips wide holding you inside -
Embrasser c'est francais
embrasser c'est francais
Kisses hard
kisses deep
a kiss to wake us from our sleep -
Embrasser c'est francais
embrasser c'est francais
Take your lover by the hand
speak in tongues and understand -
Embrasser c'est francais
embrasser c'est francais
French kissin' in the USA
French kissin' in the USA! . . .
French kissin' in the USA
French kissin' in the USA! (4x)
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Country cousins stepping out on city sides want to warm you and wish you a lovely time.
Dirty dozens gonna push their pistols, gonna pull their pride.
Oh so friendly flirties change their partners choose up sides.
Buckle up your seat belt baby.
It's gonna be a bumpy ride.
Buckle up your sweet self sugar.
You drive me crazy ya fly me high.
Re re repercussions, echo and the reverbs sigh.
Careless caution, it's not the case but what's inside.
What can pass for safety measures?
You can tell 'em not to wreck your treasures.
No this time, not ever, not next time.
Make secure some sons and lovers.
It's all made clear with see-thru covers.
We're too close, too close for comfort now!
Buckle up that seat belt baby, it's gonna be a bumpity bump.
Buckle up your sweet self sugar, you drive me crazy and I jumpity jump!
Yeah you got to do it.
Yeah there's nothing to it.
It's the law!
Pull over, coming up on some bad road.
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In love with love.
In love with a passionate heart.
In love with love.
In love even when we're apart.
I wondered the difference of how it could last.
I heard the celebration of champagne in glass.
No wonder, it's no wonder why I'm in love with love.
In love with a passionate heart.
In love with love.
In love with the form of the art.
We love through the fighting of everyday life, of glass that gets broken and cuts like a knife.
I wonder and I wonder why I'm in love with love.
In love with a passionate heart.
In love with love then on with the delicate march.
Heart of fire.
House of fire.
In love with love.
In love with a passionate heart.
In love with love.
On fire with a passionate heart.
Ablaze with reflection, our hot house is set blazing with a flaming with a fire.
It's so passionately racing with a chaser.
it's so hard to keep my wits about me!
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You, you got me in trouble.
Whatcha gonna do about it?
You, you got me in trouble.
Whatcha gonna do?
One end tied to your finger for remembering.
Who's the one likes to tease his kitten with the other end of the string?
But what ever it is, you got the biz.
I can't resist, no!
Two lines out to the life boats.
Your line's holding me.
Can't ya see that I'm counting on you while you're doing a number on me?
Divided by three, you're the singular something I need!
Don't care if it's new or even used in moderation.
Don't care if it's first or even second generation.
You better think of something!
You better think quick.
Whatcha gonna do now?
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If I could right the wrongs the past just wouldn't be.
How could I fall in love at zero gravity?
From a weightless condition to a heavy circumstance, like a voice with a vibrato do I tremble for the chance.
And will I hurt myself?
Am I like the man who fell?
And will I burn myself if I have to go through hell?
And if I did make you love me will you make me belong?
And I'm waiting for the time, like the calm before the storm.
Oh no you're not free to fall.
Free to fall!
Oh no you're not, not free to fall.
Oh no, oh no.
This must be someone else cause the part just isn't me.
Can this be happening cause it sounds like lines to me?
First you're sailing then you're swimming then you're sinking in the sea of love, still you sparkle and you sizzle cause a live wire always does.
Within the atmosphere so rare, so rare, so rare, I can see my liquid love light fading, fading, draining.
It's raining, raining.
And if I did make you love me, what did I do wrong?
And I'm waiting for the time, like the calm before the storm.
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"some," said the jaybird to the cockatoo, "want a commitment from inside the zoo".
"say, hey birdbrain, why be sly? tell me how a rockbird can learn to fly!"
"hello joe! whadooya know? I just got back from the animal show! I left my history teacher sitting in the bleachers and got back in time to see the second half of creature features!"
Rockbird (pretty boy).
Rockbird (pretty boy).
Fast as light.
Rockbird (pretty boy).
Rockbird (pretty boy).
Meteorite.
Back at the compound they start to get up, looking at the bottom of an empty cup.
"say, hey, they got the tropics with the migratory!"
"back to basics, a tweedle dee dee."
"i got to get a go-go, get me outa this cage! birdland dancing is all the rage."
"i got to get me up there for a bird's eye view. it's bird walking weather, see ya back at the zoo!"
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Listen while I tell of a secret life, clandestine lives entwined like vines.
You may already know where when and how.
If I tell ya then, it's no secret now.
Two sides to every story.
Heads and tails of the very same coin.
Two sides to every story.
Different words with identical rhyme.
They appear to be most commonplace.
They're breathing like the winners of a marathon race.
It's blase casuality...
They are balanced like a trinity.
Two sides to every story.
Opposites from the ends of the earth.
Two sides to every story.
Who's to say what either is worth.
We come together, our story's told as one.
We come together, after all is said and done.
Listen while I tell of a secret life, lives entwined like vines, man and wife.
They said it all, express solidarity...
When one's a crowd, three's company.
We come together, our story's told as one.
We come together, after all is said and done.
We come together, our story's told as one.
We come together, still the same two parallel lines.
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It's not the way that I want!
It's just the way it is.
Beyond the limit, beyond the limit.
The landlord says he's gonna renovate the walls.
"be prepared for a little noise," but then the ceiling falls!
So ya try to sleep with the pillow on your head.
Toss, turn, start to burn, top floor lands in bed.
You watch tv but there's nothing on the screen.
Spotlight on the visual -- nothing on the beam.
Call the handy man to come fix your machine,
He tells ya now your kitchen works but all your toast is green!
That's the way it is.
That's the way it really, really is.
Beyond the limit, beyond the limit.
Out there!
That takes me away!
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