I’ve got you under my skin
I’ve got you, deep in the heart of me
So deep in my heart that you’re really a part of me
I’ve got you under my skin…
I got you to hold my hand
I got you to understand
I got you to walk with me
I got you to talk with me
I got you to kiss goodnight
I got you to hold me tight
I got you, I won’t let go
I got you to love me so
I got you, babe.
I Got You, Babe – Sonny and Cher
-“BB”-
I’ve just got to get a message to you, hold on, hold on.
One more hour and my life will be through, hold on, hold on.
Hold on, I’m comin’
Hold on, I’m comin’
Hold on, I’m comin’
Hold on, I’m comin’
Come on, come on,
It’s getting late now.
Come, come, come, come
Come into my heart Tell me, darlin
We will [neverpart]
I need you darlin’ So come go with me
Come to me, bend to me, kiss me good day!
Darlin’, my darlin’, ‘tis all I can say
Jus’ come to me, bend to me, kiss me good day!
Give me your lips an’ don’t take them away
Bend me, shape me
Anyway you want me
Long as you love me
It’s all right
Bend me, shape me
Anyway you want me
You got the power
What Ever Shape Your Stomach Is In
The first time ever I kissed your mouth
I felt the earth move in my hand
And it feels like the first time
Like it never did before
Feels like the first time
Like we’ve opened up the door
Feels like the first time
Like it never will again
Feels Like the First Time – Foreigner
-“BB”-
Well I told you once and I told you twice
But ya never listen to my advice
You don’t try very hard to please me
With what you know it should be easy
Well this could be the last time
This could be the last time
Maybe the last time
I don’t know, oh no, oh no
If you’re lost, you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall, I will catch you, I’ll be waiting
Time after time
If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I’d like to do
Is to save every day 'til eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine
When ya gonna let me get sober
Leave me alone, let me go home
Let me go home and start over.
Show me the way to go home
I’m tired and I want to go to bed
I had a little drink about an hour ago
And it’s gone right to my head
Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn’t hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn’t bad
So I had one more for dessert
When the gun smoke settles we’ll sing a victory tune
And we’ll all meet back at the local saloon
We’ll raise up our glasses against Evil forces singing
Whiskey for my men, beer for my horses
We are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday
In a bar that faces a giant car wash
The good people of the world are washing their cars
On their lunch break, hosing and scrubbin
So baby, don’t ‘spect to see me
With no double martini
In any high-brow society news
‘Cause I got them steadily depressin’,
Low down, mind messin’
Workin’ at the car wash blues.
Workin’ at the Car Wash Blues – Jim Croce
-“BB”-