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(Rod Stewart)
Stay away from my window
Stay away from my back door too
Disconnect the telephone line
Relax baby and draw that blind
Kick off your shoes and sit right down
Loosen off that pretty French gown
Let me pour you a good long drink
Ooh baby don't you hesitate cause
Tonights the night
It's gonna be alright
Cause I love you girl
Ain't nobody gonna stop us now
C'mon angel my hearts on fire
Don't deny your man's desire
You'd be a fool to stop this tide
Spread your wings and let me come inside
Tonights the night
It's gonna be alright
Cause I love you girl
Ain't nobody gonna stop us now
Don't say a word my virgin child
Just let your inhibitions run wild
The secret is about to unfold
Upstairs before the night's too old
Tonights the night
It's gonna be alright
Cause I love you woman
Ain't nobody gonna stop us now
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(Cat Stevens)
I would have given you all of my heart
But there's someone who's torn it apart
And she's taken just all that I had
But if you want I'll try to love again
Baby I'll try to love again but I know
The first cut is the deepest
Baby I know the first cut is the deepest
But when it come to being lucky she's cursed
When it come to loving me she's the worst
I still want you by my side
Just to help me dry the tears that I've cried
And I'm sure going to give you a try
And if you want I'll try to love again
Baby I'll try to love again but I know
The first cut is the deepest
Baby I know the first cut is the deepest
But when it come to being lucky she's cursed
When it come to loving me she's the worst
I still want you by my side
Just to help me dry the tears that I've cried
But I'm sure gonna give you a try
'cause if you want I'll try to love again
Baby I'll try to love again but I know
The first cut is the deepest
Baby I know the first cut is the deepest
When it come to being lucky she's cursed
When it come to loving me she's the worst
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(Rod Stewart)
By the time you read this letter
I'll be outta your life
Gone forever more
But guess I'll survive
I'm gonna leave my records
And a forwarding address
Ain't you glad honey
That I'm offa your chest
You said you wanted Paris
Rome 'n' St. Tropez
Perfume by Chanel
And a ring by Cartier
But I gave you headaches
With my old fashioned ways
But that's all irrelevant
To what I'm tryin' to say
I'm a fool for you baby
Pride won't let me stay
I'm a fool for you honey
and I'll come back any day
Guess I'll always love you all my life
You can keep your Streisands
Bardots and Lorens
You're my everything
But now you're my end
It may be over
But just before I go
I can make a new start
But I can't mend a broken heart
So when I read about you
In all the national press
On the arm of so and so
I may get depressed
Cause I tried to love you
But didn't fit in
I came on the dust
I'll leave on the wind
I'm a fool for you baby
My pride won't let me stay
I'm a fool for you honey
I'll come back any day
I'm a fool for you baby
I don't care what your friends say
I'm a fool for you honey
And that's the way I'll stay
I guess I'll always love you all my life
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(Rod Stewart)
In these days of changing ways
so called liberated days
a story comes to mind of a friend of mine
Georgie boy was gay I guess
nothin' more or nothin' less
the kindest guy I ever knew
His mother's tears fell in vain
the afternoon George tried to explain
that he needed love like all the rest
Pa said there must be a mistake
how can my son not be straight
after all I've said and done for him
Leavin' home on a Greyhound bus
cast out by the ones he loves
A victim of these gay days it seems
Georgie went to New York town
where he quickly settled down
and soon became the toast of the great white way
Accepted by Manhattan's elite
in all the places that were chic
No party was complete without George
Along the boulevards he'd cruise
and all the old queens blew a fuse
Everybody loved Georgie boy
The last time I saw George alive
was in the summer of seventy-five
he said he was in love I said I'm pleased
George attended the opening night
of another Broadway hype
but split before the final curtain fell
Deciding to take a short cut home
arm in arm they meant no wrong
A gentle breeze blew down Fifth Avenue
Out of a darkened side street came
a New Jersey gang with just one aim
to roll some innocent passer-by
There ensued a fearful fight
screams rang out in the night
Georgie's head hit a sidewalk cornerstone
A leather kid, a switchblade knife
He did not intend to take his life
He just pushed his luck a little too far that night
The sight of blood dispersed the gang
A crowd gathered, the police came
An ambulance screamed to a halt on Fifty-third and Third
Georgie's life ended there
but I ask who really cares
George once said to me and I quote
He said "Never wait or hesitate
Get in kid, before it's too late
You may never get another chance
'Cos youth a mask but it don't last
live it long and live it fast"
Georgie was a friend of mine
Oh Georgie stay, don't go away
Georgie please stay you take our breath away
Oh Georgie stay, don't go away
Georgie please stay you take our breath away
Oh Georgie stay, don't go away
Georgie, Georgie please stay you take our breath away
Oh Georgie stay
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(Rod Stewart)
Well my brother said he saw you in a downtown bar
With a price on your head and a black man on your arm
C'mon sister, I ain't quite as dumb as I seem
I'd rather see you dead with a rope 'round your neck
Or see you paralyzed in both your thighs
C'mon honey you got me crawling down on my knees
If you say it's all over I'll pack up and go
But this time tomorrow you'll be screamin' on the phone
Come back baby and let's get naked tonight
Well I can't say yes and I can't say no
My heart wants to love you but my soul says go
C'mon sugar why don't you let your man off the hook
You got me in a balltrap
Lord I'm eating outta your hands
You got me in a balltrap, hung up on a one-night stand
You got me in a balltrap, strung out on a midnight tram
First time I had you up on ol' Park Lane
You didn't know my name even when I came
As I recall you let me walk home in the rain
You said I'm cute but tell the truth
It's my body you want with the red hot juice
C'mon honey let's call the whole thing off
You got me in a balltrap
Lord, I'm eating outta your hands
You got me in a balltrap, hung up on a one-night stand
You got me in a balltrap, strung out on a midnight tram
My mama don't like you and I ain't surprised
You got poison lips, you got amphetamine eyes
She keeps on saying why don't you find a nice country girl
But Ma I ain't never been in love before
I can't sleep or eat all week
But Friday night I'll be alright
On the midnight trampoline
It's a balltrap
Lord, I'm eating outta your hands
You got me in a balltrap, hung up on a one-night stand
You got me in a balltrap, strung out on a midnight tram
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(Mark Barken)
All around all of the guys call her flamingo
'cause her hair glows like the sun
and her eyes light up the sky
When she walks by
she moves so fine like a flamingo
Crimson dress that clings so tight
She's out of reach and out of sight
When she walks by
she brightens up the neighborhood
and every guy would take her hand
If he just could, if she just would
Some sweet day
I'll make her mine, pretty flamingo
and every guy will envy me
cause paradise is where I'll be
When she walks by
she brightens up the neighborhood
and every guy would take her hand
If he just could, if she just would
Some sweet day
I'll make her mine, pretty flamingo
and every guy will envy me
cause paradise is where I'll be
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(Gib Gilbeau)
I took a long, long trip to the city
I was determined to get somewhere
I spent all my hard earned money
I had saved to put me there
Big bayou where did you go
To the river that's running slow
and to the Gulf of Mexico
Big bayou carry me home
I took a cotton picking job in Memphis
And the people there treated me good
But my luck run bad in Nashville
I had to walked the streets of Hollywood
Big bayou where did you go
To the river that's running slow
into the Gulf of Mexico
Big bayou carry me home
Oh Lord I'm going home
Where the fish jump in the air
You know I don't need a lot of money
Cause I ain't going nowhere
Big bayou where did you go
To the river that's running slow
into the Gulf of Mexico
Big bayou carry me home
Big bayou carry me home
To the river that's running slow
into the Gulf of Mexico
Big bayou where did you go
I'm gonna catch a southbound
train home one of these days
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( W. Warren / A. Carter)
You wouldn't read my letters if I wrote them
You ask me not to call you on the phone
But there's something I've been waiting for to tell you
So I wrote it in the words of this song
Chorus:
I didn't know God made honky tonk angels
I might have known you'd never make a wife
You gave up the only one that ever loved you
And went on back to the wild side of life
The glamour of the gay nightlife has lured you
to the places where the wine and liquor flow
Where you wait to be somebody else's baby
And forget the truest love you'll ever know
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The glamour of the gay nightlife has lured you
to the places where the wine and liquor flow
Where you wait to be somebody else's baby
And forget the truest love you'll ever know
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(MacDonald / Salter)
Here I stand looking, looking around me
While all around me what do I see
Unhappy faces behind a painted smile
Heartache and loneliness dressed up in modern style
Unhappy people living in sin and shame
Reflections of myself, life is no easy game
We're caught in the trade winds
The trade winds of our time
Here I stand looking, looking around me
While all around me what do I see
Young girls who'll soon become
Streetwalkers in the night
Young boys, the restless breed
looking for a fight
Children both rich and poor
They're searching for the truth
If they don't find it
God help tomorrow's youth
We're caught in the trade winds
The trade winds of our time
Trade winds are blowing, blowing around me
While all around me what do I see
Hatred and jealousy
Brotherhood is dying
Love is the answer
But nobody's buying
Good people turning bad
Some don't but they are few
The winds are blowing
The choice is all up to you
We're caught in the trade winds
The trade winds of our time
Yes we're caught up in the trade winds
The trade winds of our time
We are riding on the trade winds
The trade winds of our time
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