When the shark bites
With his teeth, babe,
Scarlet bullies start to spread.
Fancy gloves, though,
Wears old Macheath, babe,
So there’s never, never a trace of red.
Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone and another one gone
Another one bites the dust
Hey I’m gonna get you too
Another one bites the dust
[Dr. OBoogie, shouldn’t that have been “Scarlet billows”?]
Bite me.
Excite me.
Just bite me, not lightly.
DAMN YOU, AUTOCORRECT!
Yeah, I was “typing” that on my Kindle. Didn’t even notice the change.
I don’t want you to thank me, you can just spank me.
Madonna, Hanky Panky
I ache for the touch of your lips, dear
But much more for the touch of your whips, dear
You can raise welts
Like nobody else
As we dance to the Masochism Tango
Masochism Tango, Tom Leher
A tear of petrol,
Is in your eye,
Quick let’s make love,
Before we die.
On Warm Leatherette,
Join the carcrash set.
Grace Jones
I love you to death, I love you to death
I love you to death oh ba-aby
'Til there’s nothing left, I’ll love you to death
I - love - you
I love you to death, I love you to death
I came to you when no one could hear me
I’m sick and weary of being alone
Empty streets and hungry faces
The world’s no place when you’re on your own
A heart needs a home
Richard Thompson
And I can’t believe it’s you
I can’t believe it’s true
I needed you and you were there
And I’ll never leave
Why should I leave, I’d be a fool
'Cause I’ve finally found someone who really cares
But what a fool believes, he sees
No wise man has the power to reason away
What seems to be
Is always better than nothing
Than nothing at all
Fools rush in, where wise men never go
But wise men never fall in love
So how are they to know
When we met, I felt my life begin
So open up your heart and let
This fool rush in
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning 'round
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning on an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind, like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind!
The Windmills of Your Mind – Michel LeGrand, recorded w/English lyrics by Dusty Springfield
-“BB”-
I’ve got a song
I ain’t got no melody
I’ma gonna sing it to my friends
I’ve got a song
I ain’t got no melody
I’ ma gonna sing it to my friends
Will it go round in circles
Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky
Will it go round in circles
Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky
There isn’t much that I have learned
Through all my foolish years
Except that life keeps runnin’ in cycles
First there’s laughter, then those tears
We can’t return, we can only look
Behind, from where we came
And go round and round and round, in the circle game
But after one round with Jose Cuervo
I caught my boots tappin 'long with the beat
And after two rounds with Jose Cuervo
That band was sounding pretty darn good to me, yeah
I blew out my flip flop
Stepped on a pop top
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home
But there’s booze in the blender
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on
Son of a bitch
Give me a drink
One more night
This can’t be me
Son of a bitch
If I can’t get clean
I’m gonna drink my life away
“S.O.B.,” Nathaniel Rateliff and the Night Sweats