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For your love.
For your love.
For your love.
I'd give you everything and more, and that's for sure.
For your love.
I'd bring you diamond rings and things right to your door.
For your love.
To thrill you with delight,
I'll give you diamonds bright.
There'll be things that will excite,
To make you dream of me at night.
For your love.
For your love.
For your love.
For your love, for your love,
I would give the stars above.
For your love, for your love,
I would give you all I could.
For your love.
For your love.
For your love.
I'd give the moon if it were mine to give.
For your love.
I'd give the stars and the sun 'fore I live.
For your love.
To thrill you with delight,
I'll give you diamonds bright.
There'll be things that will excite,
To make you dream of me at night.
For your love.
For your love.
For your love.
For your love.
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EP version
I'm not talking,Well that's what I got to say.I used to think I knew it,Man I sure outgrew it.Things like idle chatter,Ain't the things that matter,That's one thing I can do without.
I'm not talking,Well that's what I got to say.Things I say at midnight,I ain't gonna say in daylight.I reached the final conclusion,And all this persecution,Don't call me, baby, I'll call you.
I'm not talking,Well that's what I got to say.Things I say at midnight,I ain't gonna say in daylight.I reached the final conclusion,And all this persecution,That's one thing I can do without.
I'm not talking,Well that's what I got to say.If I said things were awful,It might just be unlawful.If I said things were splendid,You might just be offended.That's one thing I can do without.
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BBC versionI'm not talking,Well that's what I got to say.If I said things were splendid,Our mom might be offended.If I said things were awful,It may just be unlawful.That's one thing I can do without.
I'm not talking,Well that's what I got to say.Used to think I knew it,Man I sure outgrew it.Things like idle chatter,Ain't the things that matter,Don't call me baby, I'll call you.
I'm not talking,Well that's what I got to say.If I said things at midnight,I ain't gonna say 'em in daylight.I reached the final conclusion,And all this persecution,Don't call me, baby, I'll call you.
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(J. Patton / K. Rogers)
You say hop and I'll hop,
You say stop and I'll stop,
You say come and I come,
Oh anything you say I'm like a hunk of clay.
I'm just like putty,
Putty in your hands ah-ah,
Well ah-ah.
With one wave of your hand,
I'm your slave to command,
But I'm glad it's OK,
Oh anything you say I'm like a hunk of clay.
I'm just like putty,
Putty in your hands ah-ah,
Well ah-ah.
You can stretch me until I'm ten feet tall,
Or cut me down to the size of a rubber ball.
You can use me, abuse me, but never remove me,
Without your love I ain't nothing at all.
Oh well ah.
They say I'm a fool,
'Cos you treat me so cruel,
But I'll go on this way.
Oh anything you say I'm like a hunk of clay.
I'm just like putty,
Putty in your hands ah-ah,
Oh ah-ah.
You can stretch me until I'm ten feet tall,
or cut me down to the size of a rubber ball.
You can use me, abuse me, but never refuse me,
Without your love I ain't nothing at all.
Oh well ah.
They say I'm a fool,
'Cos you treat me so cruel,
But I'll go on this way,
Oh anything you say I'm like a hunk of clay.
I'm just like putty,
Putty in your hands ah-ah,
Well ah-ah.
I'm just like putty,
Putty in your hands ah-ah,
Well ah-ah.
I'm just like putty,
Putty in your hands ah-ah,
Well ah-ah.
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(Calvin Carter)
I got a Maserati G.T.
With snakeskin upholstery.
I got a charge account at Goldblatt's,
But I ain't got you.
I got a closet full of clothes,
But no matter where it goes,
It keeps a ring in the nose,
But I ain't got you.
I got a tavern and a liquor store.
I play the numbers, yeah, four forty-four.
I got a mojo, yeah, don't you know,
I'm all dressed up with no place to go.
I got women to the right of me.
I got women to the left of me.
I got women all around me,
But I ain't got you.
No, I ain't got you.
(Third Verse)
(Fourth Verse)
No I ain't got you.
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(Keith Relf)
(studio version)
Yeah the bells have tolled,
And my baby caught that train and gone.
Oh the bells have tolled,
And my baby caught that train and gone.
Well it's all my fault,
I must have done somebody wrong.
Well it's all my fault,
And I just can't explain.
Yes it's all my fault,
And I just can't explain.
Gonna get me a new (doctor? / doll?),
So maybe my luck will change.
My baby's (treating me that my luck would change?)
I've been goin' around,
And now look at me,
Done somebody wrong,
Well it's all my fault,
I must have done somebody wrong.
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(Billy Boy Arnold)
Early in the morning, 'bout the break of day,
That's when my baby went away.
Come back, baby, I wish you would,
Try and love me, you won't do no good.
Walking and a-kissing late at night;
I tell you now baby, I feel just right.
Come now baby, whatcha trying to do?
Trying to love me and some other man, too.
Come now baby, give me one more chance.
You know I still love you, want to give you romance.
Yeah romance, all night long, in my arms, woah yeah.
(First Verse)
You know baby that I love you so.
You know, pretty baby, it hurts me to see you go.
Oh yeah, oh yeah.
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There's a certain girl I've been in love with a long, long time.
(What's her name?) I can't tell you. (No!)
I can't reveal her name until I've got her.
(What's her name?) I can't tell you. (No!)
Well, I've tried to get her time and time again.
We just end up as nothing but friends.
And there's a certain girl I've been in love with a long, long time.
(What's her name?) I can't tell you. (No!)
Well, there's a certain chick I've been sweet on since I met her.
(What's her name?) I can't tell you. (No!)
I can't repeat her name until I get her.
(What's her name?) I can't tell you. (No!)
Well one day, I'm gonna wake up and say,
"I'll do anything just to be your slave."
And there's a certain girl I've been in love with a long, long time.
(What's her name?) I can't tell you. (No!)
Well, I've tried to get her time and time again.
We just end up as nothing but friends.
And there's a certain girl I've been in love with a long, long time.
(What's her name?) I can't tell you. (No!)
There's a certain chick I've been sweet on since I found her.
(What's her name?) I can't tell you. (No!)
I can't reveal her name until I get her.
(What's her name?) I can't tell you. (No!)
Well now one day, get her time and time again.
We just end up as nothing but friends.
And there's a certain girl I've been in love with a long, long time.
(What's her name?) I can't tell you. (No!)
I can't tell you. (No!)
I can't tell you. (No!)
I can't tell you.
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(Lance / Cobbs / Bowie)
Sweet music,
Sweet music.
Why do my heart skips a beat?
- Pretty music,
What makes the soul come out of me?
- Pretty music,
Somebody's really gotta tell me,
- Pretty music,
What makes this music sound so sweet?
- Pretty music,
Sweet music,
Sweet music.
What puts the rhythm on in my feet?
- Pretty music,
They start to tap with every beat.
- Pretty music,
Well, it's a strange, strange feeling but it's real,
- Pretty music,
It gives me such a magic thrill.
- Pretty music,
Sweet music.
Could it be the beat of the drums?
Could it be the harp that charms?
The wailing guitars are so great,
They really put the rhythm of today.
I've gotta really, really know why,
- Pretty music,
Some of the music brings tears to my eyes.
- Pretty music,
Emotion really starts to scream in my soul,
- Pretty music,
Like love so new, just won't grow old.
- Pretty music,
Sweet Music.
Could it be the beat of the drums?
Could it be the harp that charms?
The wailing guitars are so great,
They really put the rhythm of today.
I've gotta really, really know why,
- Pretty music,
Some of the music brings tears to my eyes.
- Pretty music,
Emotion really starts to scream in my soul,
- Pretty music,
Like love so new, just won't grow old.
- Pretty music,
Sweet music,
Sweet music,
Sweet music,
Sweet music,
Sweet music.
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(H. G. Demarais)
Good morning, little schoolgirl.
Good morning, little schoolgirl.
Can I go home with you?
Won't you let me go home with you,
So I can hug, hug, squeeze, squeeze?
If you let me I can tease you baby.
Hey, hey hey hey. Hey hey hey hey. Hey, yeah.
Let's dance, little schoolgirl.
Let's dance, little schoolgirl.
Won't you let me take you to the hop, hop,
Have a party at the soda shop,
So we can do the twist, do the stroll
To the music of the rock 'n' roll.
Hey, hey hey hey. Hey hey hey hey. Hey, yeah.
(First Verse)
Good morning, little schoolgirl.
Good morning, little schoolgirl.
Can I go home with you?
Won't you let me go home with you?
Tell your mama and your papa that I love you.
Tell your sisters and your brother that I love you.
Hey, hey hey hey. Hey, hey hey hey.
Hey, hey hey hey. Hey, hey hey hey.
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(Russell / Farrell)
Hang on sloopy,
Sloopy, hang on.
Hang on sloopy,
Sloopy, hang on.
Sloopy lives in a very bad part of town.
All the little girls there are trying to put poor sloopy down.
Sloopy, I don't care what you're daddy do.
You know little girl, I'm in love with you.
All together now,
Hang on sloopy,
Sloopy, hang on.
Hang on sloopy,
Sloopy, hang on.
Sloopy lets her hair down every time she's out on the town,
- Hang on sloopy.
Sloopy lets her hair down every time she's out with me,
- Hang on sloopy.
Come on sloopy,
- Come on, come on.
Come on girl.
- Come on, come on.
Say yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Good, good, good, good.
- Good, good, good, good.
Good, good, good, good.
- Good, good, good, good.
I wanna say aaahh - aaahh - aaahh.
Hang on sloopy.
Mmmm, baby don't you know,
You thrill me so.
I love you so,
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, baby.
Love the way that you dance,
Give me one chance.
And I'll sweep you away.
I wanna say aaahh - aaahh - aaahh.
Hang on sloopy.
Hang on sloopy,
Sloopy, hang on.
All together now,
Hang on sloopy,
Sloopy, hang on.
A little bit quieter.
Hang on sloopy,
Sloopy, hang on.
All down.
Hang on sloopy,
Sloopy, hang on.
Psss, whisper it.
Hang on sloopy,
Sloopy, hang on.
Very, very quiet.
Hang on sloopy,
Sloopy, hang on.
Come on sloopy,
Come on, come on.
Yeah, now come on girl.
Come on, come on.
Come away with it sloopy,
Come away with it little girl.
Love the way you walk,
Love the way you talk, baby.
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Oh, oh, oh, oh.
I got something more to say to you,
Little sloopy blue.
I wanna say aaahh - aaahh - aaahh.
Hang on sloopy.
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