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(Springfield, Drescher)
I can see the path you're cutting
It cost me a little piece of my heart
I can see the doors you're shutting
'Cause they were open at the start
Baby loving you has been hard on me
You're such a tough little sister
Just looking for Mr. Right
On the wrong side of town
You better Love Somebody
It's late
You better Love Somebody
Don't wait
You better Love Somebody
Don't tempt fate
You're gonna pull you just a little too far
One night
Your eyes are wild, your skin so white
You're undernourished and overfed
She's got the teeth, she knows how to bite
'Cause when you bit I bled
You got the perfect image
Of the perfect man
You're a tough little sister
But you'll settle for a mister tonight
But you're running out of time
You better love somebody
It's late
You better love somebody
Don't wait
You better love somebody
Don't tempt fate
You're gonna pull you just a little too far
One night
I'm only saying what I feel
You think I'm wrong I know
You thought I was sleeping at the wheel
I thought that you were driving
You better love somebody
You better love somebody
You better love somebody
It's late
You better love somebody
Don't wait
You better love somebody
Don't tempt fate
They're gonna pull you just a little too far
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(Springfield)
I know what you're doing
You don't want to put the hurt on someone
You've been trying to convince yourself
You're better off if you just turn and run
But I'm gonna hold on tight
I've got a feeling
You'll only happen once to me
And no one, not even you
Is ever gonna make you wrong for me
Don't walk sway
Or are you looking for a price to pay
Is that your master plan
Don't walk away
I'll do everything to make you stay
I've got to make a stand
Don't walk away
I'm not afraid
Don't walk away
I don't know where you're going
But I know what you've got on your mind
And I think your fear is showing
You don't leave things like fear behind
And I hate to be the one
To break it to you that
We're only human after all
I can mend a broken wing
I'll give you everything I have
Don't walk away
Or are you looking for a price to pay
Is that your master plan
Don't walk away
I'll do everything to make you stay
I've got to make a stand
Don't Walk Away
I'm not afraid
Don't walk away
You used to be the one
Who used to be so strong
What happened to your rationale
Your heart is on the line
It happens all the time
Don't walk away
Or are you looking for a price to pay
Is that your master plan
Don't walk away
I'll do everything to make you stay
I've got to make a stand
Don't walk away
I'm not afraid
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(Springfield)
Bop 'til you drop
In the hot city
Keep on working day and night
Don№t stop 'til you get what you want
Bop 'til you drop
In the hot city
Burn the candle, burn it bright
Love will have to wait
You wake up wired and draw on your makeup
And the city breathes
And the city jumps to life
Lately it seems
Your time is all used up
Chasing dreams
Of money and the good life
But there is something you've been thinking of
Lately you're feeling the power of love
Everybody says it's so hard to hold
The alarm rings
You gotta get up, you gotta get up
Bop 'til you drop
In the hot city
Keep on working day and night
Don№t stop 'til you get what you want
Bop 'til you drop
'Til you sit pretty
Burn the candle, burn it bright
Love will have to wait
People say you're the lucky one
But you don't believe it
And you want to stop
And you want to take some time
To sus' out a feeling and look for a reason
And the flesh is weak
But the spirit is willing
'Cause there is something you've been thinking of
Lately you're feeling the power of love
Everybody says it's so, so hard to hold
The alarm rings
You gotta get up, you gotta get up
Bop 'til you drop
In the hot city
Keep on working day and night
Don№t stop 'til you get what you want
Bop 'til you drop
'Til you sit pretty
Burn the candle, burn it bright
Love won№t, love won№t wait
There is something you've been thinking of
Lately you're feeling the power of love
Everybody says it's so hard to hold
The alarm rings
You gotta get up, you gotta get up
Bop 'til you drop
In the hot city
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duet with Randy Crawford
(Springfield)
I think that it's high time we had a talk
I think that we're making a big mistake
I've been feeling lately the magic is gone
Are we just together for convenience sake, baby
I don't believe it (Feeling)
I don't think that's true (Tied down)
It'll just pass if we allow it to (Need to break free)
It's just a stage we're going through (They say clean cuts)
I think you№re just restless for something new (Heal much faster)
Baby, feeling like we pay our dime
And all we get in return
Is a piece of each other's time
Are we just taxi dancing
Lost somewhere in a slow dance for two
And the band that was playing
Has finally stopped playing our favorite song
Are we just taxi dancing
You're paying for me and I'm paying for you
And are we holding on to a feeling with desperation
Don't know if you're right
Don't know if you're wrong
Seems to me we haven't danced for long
Don't make it hard (I won't)
Don't make it easy (Hold you)
We'll just walk away (If you)
At the end of the song (Must go)
Baby. put one last nickel in the jukebox
Give that love we once felt
Just one final spin around
'Cause we're just Taxi Dancing
Lost somewhere in a slow dance for two
And the band that was playing
Has finally stopped playing our favorite song
And we№re just dancing
And the band that was playing
Has finally stopped playing our favorite song
Are we just Taxi Dancing
You're paying for me and I'm paying for you
And are we holding on to each other in desperation
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(Springfield)
Stand up
Try a little bit of love
And a bit of persuasion
I heard love, plus love's
A universal equation
But don't let somebody push you 'round
You gotta stand up
stand up
You got something to say
Don't sit there and pout it
Put your feet on the seat
dtand up and shout it
And don't let somebody sit you down
stand up..
You wanna own the world
You want it stuffed and mounted
You can't do it sitting down
stand up and be counted
But if you wanna break the rules
stand up
This ain't no movie theater
This ain't a classroom
Nobody's gonna tell you what to do
So come on everybody, get up
I want you
Stand up
Let's see a little upward motion
You've got to clap your hands
If you wanna commotion
But don't let nobody sit you down
Stand up...
Try a little bit of love
And a bit of persuasion
I heard love, plus love's
A universal equation
But don't let somebody push you 'round
You gotta stand up
I said don't let somebody push you 'round
Stand up
Don't let somebody push you 'round
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(Springfield)
I must be blind
I can't see why
We can't work this out
It gets so tangled
When we try to talk and sort it out
There's people dying for what they believe
And I can№t even choose should I stay or leave
And we№re supposed to be in love
And the great lost art of conversation
Is lost on this man tonight
And the late crossed heart of good intention
Is forgotten in the heat of the fight
We count the scars to see who won
You wear them on your heart
It feels so strange you feel so numb
I thought I'd fall apart
I'll take my leave
You take your lace
Let's leave it now with some semblance of grace
No point trying to talk anymore
And the great lost art of conversation
Is lost on this man tonight
And the late crossed heart of good intention
Is forgotten in the heat of the fight
And know I won№t keep holding on
I'm not that strong
End it, it's time we both moved on
No point in trying to talk anymore
And the great lost art of conversation
Is forgotten in the heat of the fight
And the late crossed heart of good intention
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