You better think, think about what you’re tryin’ to do to me!
Thinkin’ ’bout the times you drove in my car.
Thinkin’ that I might have drove you too far.
And I’m thinkin’ ’bout the love that you laid on my table…
Oh, it’s been such a long, long time. Looks like I’d get you offa my mind. But I can’t. Just the thought of you… my whole world turns misty blue.
Look at me, I’m as helpless as a kitten up a tree, and I feel like I’m clinging to a cloud. I can’t understand. I get misty just holding your hand.
Oh please, say to me, you’ll let me be your man. And please, say to me, you’ll let me hold your hand.
Shake for me girl. I want to be your backdoor man. I’ve got a whole lot of love.
Comin’ to ya, on a dusty road…good lovin’, I got a truckload!
Sometimes I lead, sometimes I follow. This time I’ll go where she wants me to go. She said maybe today, maybe tomorrow, go deep in the woods down the low valley road.
Hey! You gotta go where you want to go and do what you want to do. With whoever you want to do it to!
Way back up in the woods, among the evergreens, in a little cabin made of earth and wood, lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode.
It’s your thing. Do what you want to do. I can’t tell you who to sock it to.
Wild thing, you make my heart sing. You make everything groovy. Wild thing.
Here’s my prediction – what I’m gonna do to you –
I’m gonna break your heart but you’ll still love me.
(David Yazbek)
I worked so hard I couldn’t unwind and het some money saved. You abuse my love a thousand times, however had I tried. Heartbreaker, your time has come,
I can’t take your evil way. Go away, heartbreaker.
You’re the right kind of sinner to release my inner fantasies. The effects of a winner, and you know that you were born to be. You’re a heartbreaker, dreammaker, love-taker, don’t you mess around with me.
What would straight folks say? That man isn’t fit to enter heaven. That man is a sinner, ever burning in disgrace. Pink thing, spit in my face, I’d love you for it. (XTC)
Mama, take this badge off of me. I can’t use it anymore. It’s gettin’ dark, too dark for me to see. I feel like I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door.
Heaven must be missing an angel. Missing one angel, child, cuz you’re here with me, right now. Your kiss, filled with tenderness. I want all I can get, of your sexiness.
Heaven… heaven is a place… a place where nothing… nothing ever happens. (Talking Heads)
Thinkin’ ‘bout the times you drove in my car. Thinkin’ that I might have drove you too far. And I’m thinkin’ 'bout the love that you laid on my table.
Oh, come on! Someone has to get it!