One spark beneath those old oak leaves
Passed between us when you smile
Soon we were planting our own tree
And prepared to walk down the aisle
When you said:
Take my hand, we’ll walk together through the forest
Make our path, through all the beauty, still the forest
Breathe it, feel it, hear it
This peaceful breeze that flows
Nature fills my spirit
You complete my soul
My soul
It’s pretty obvious that you’ve got a crush (you know)
That magic in your pants, it’s making me blush (f’sho)
Looking for some trouble tonight (yeah)
Take my hand, I’ll show you the wild side
Like it’s the last night of our lives (uh huh)
We’ll keep dancing 'til we die
I could have danced all night!
I could have danced all night!
And still have begged for more.
I could have spread my wings
And done a thousand things I’ve never done before.
I’ll never know What made it so exciting;
Why all at once My heart took flight. I only know when he
Began to dance with me I could have danced,
danced, danced all night!
I want you to dance naked
If you like I’ll join you
I want to enjoy your body
I want to hear your secrets
I want to know if you like me
As much as I like you
I want you to dance naked
But only if you want to
Spin it round and round
Spin it round and round and round
Spin it round and round
All the men come in these places
And the men are all the same
You don’t look at their faces
And you don’t ask their names
You don’t think of them as human
You don’t think of them at all
You keep your mind on the money
Keeping your eyes on the wall
I’m your private dancer, a dancer for money
I’ll do what you want me to do
I’m your private dancer, a dancer for money
And any old music will do
Let’s dance put on your red shoes and dance the blues
Let’s dance to the song
they’re playin’ on the radio
I get up in the evening
And I ain’t got nothing to say
I come home in the morning
I go to bed feeling the same way
I ain’t nothing but tired, man I’m just tired and bored with myself
Hey there baby, I could use just a little help
You can’t start a fire
You can’t start a fire without a spark
This gun’s for hire
Even if we’re just dancing in the dark
Beside the wall the flowers grow
And down the sticky stems I go
Watching changing skies below
Your arms so far away
Just like they said to me
Life is worth another stay
A fire burns inside me
The snow still falls in flakes
The reins around a horse’s throat
Turn into a lake
And people so familiar
Their words are in my mind
A fire burns inside me
Dancing cool and blind
Beside the garden wall when stars are bright
You are in my arms
The nightingale tells his fairy tale
Of paradise where roses grew
Though I dream in vain
In my heart it will remain
My stardust melody
The memory of love’s refrain
Take my hand, I’m a stranger in Paradise.
All lost in a wonderland,
A stranger in Paradise.
Bali Ha’i may call you,
Any night, any day,
In your heart, you’ll hear it call you:
“Come away…Come away.”
Bali Ha’i will whisper
On the wind of the sea:
“Here am I, your special island!
Come to me, come to me!”
Where the jungle shadows fall
Like the tick tick tick of the eye of the clock
You’re standing up against the wall
Like the drip drip drip of the rain drops
When the sun shines through
So a voice within me keeps revealing you…you
Night and day
You are the one
Only you beneath the moon
And under the sun
Whether near to me or far
It’s no matter, baby, where you are
I think of you night and day
It’s gonna rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain!
It’s gonna rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain!
It’s gonna rain, rain, rain, rain, rain!
One hundred percent chance of rain!
It’s raining men!
Hallelujah, it’s raining men!
Old Noah looked out into the driving rain,
Them Unicorns was hiding, playing silly games,
Kicking and splashing while the rain was pouring,
Oh, them silly Unicorns.
Splish, splash, I was takin’ a bath
Long about a Saturday night
Rub-a-dub, just relaxin’ in the tub
Thinkin’ everything was all right
Well… I stepped out the tub
Put my feet on the floor
I wrapped the towel around me
And I opened the door
And… then-a…
Splish, splash, I jumped back in the bath
Well… how was I to know there was a party going on?
What can you do to save a party?
Parcheesi? Charades? A spur-of-the-moment
Scavenger hunt, or Queen of the Nile? (WOOOOOOOOOOH!)
Who turned out the lights! (WOOOOOOOOOOH!)
Bombed, crashers gettin’ bombed
crashers gettin’ bombed, bombed, bombed, bombed, well who’s to blame?
Who’s to blame when situations degenerate?
Disgusting things you’d never anticipate?
Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoooo-ooooooooo.
People get sick, they play the wrong games.
Ya know, it can ruin your name!
Crashers gettin’ bombed. (Who’s to blame?)
Can you pull it back in line?
Can you salvage it in time?
WOOOOOOOOOOOH!
It shouldn’t be difficult!
Try not to condemn!
O.K. Who ordered pizza?
I’ll be tactful when making the rounds
Be tactful when making the rounds
and maybeee you can save a parteeee.
Party gone out of bounds!
Gone out of bounds!
Party gone out of bounds!
Gone out of bounds!
You gotta fight. For your right. To PAAAAARTY!
Power, equality
And we’re out to get it
I know some of you ain’t wid it
This party started right in '66
With a pro-Black radical mix
Then at the hour of twelve
Some force cut the power and emerged from hell
It was your so called government that made this occur
Like the grafted devils they were
PARTY FOR YOUR RIGHT TO FIGHT
PARTY FOR YOUR RIGHT TO FIGHT
J. Edgar Hoover, and he coulda proved to you
He had King and X set up
Also the party with Newton, Cleaver and Seale
He ended, so get up
Time to get 'em back (You got it)
Get back on the track (You got it)
Word from the honorable Elijah Muhammed
Know who you are to be Black
PARTY FOR YOUR RIGHT TO FIGHT
PARTY FOR YOUR RIGHT TO FIGHT
The hills find peace
Locked armed guard posts
Safe from the screams
Of the children born as ghosts
Gates, guns and alarms
Shape the calm of the dawn
Peering down into the basin
Where death lives on
Where young run foaming at the mouth with hate
Where burning batons beat the freezing who shake
Under the toxic sunsets they dine and toast
Their walls deny the terror faced by the children
Born As Ghosts
One book and forty odd
Stuffed in a r
Ah, the school as a tomb
Where home is a wasteland
Taste the razor wire
And thought is locked in the womb
The tales that tear at the myth of the dream
A suffering that shocks the lives off the screen
Born as ghosts