I want some red roses for a blue lady
Mister Florist, take my order please
We had a silly quarrel the other day
I hope these pretty flowers, chase her blues away
Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you’re the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave
Paper roses, paper roses,
Oh how real those roses seem to me.
But they’re only imitation,
Like your imitation love for me.
Delta Dawn, what’s that flower you have on?
Could it be a faded rose from days gone by?
Dawn is a feeling,
A beautiful ceiling,
The smell of grass
Just makes you pass
Into a dream.
Sunrise, sunrise
Looks like mornin’ in your eyes
But the clock’s held 9:15 for hours
Sunrise, sunrise
Couldn’t tempt us if it tried
'Cause the afternoon’s already come and gone
Sunrise, sunset, Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears
I can see her lyin’ back in her satin dress
In a room where ya do what ya don’t confess
Sundown you better take care
If I find you beenn creepin’ ‘round my back stairs
Sundown ya better take care
If I find you been creepin’ 'round my back stairs
Put on your red dress, baby
Ya know we’re goin’ out tonight
Put on your red dress, baby
Lord, we’re goin’ out tonight
And-a bring along some boxin’ gloves
In case some fool might wanna fight
Mama washed and combed and curled my hair
And she painted my eyes and lips then I stepped into a satin
Dancin’ dress that had a split on the side clean up to my hip
It was red velvet trim and it fit me good
Standin’ back from the lookin’ glass
There stood a woman where a half gown kid had stood
She said here’s your one chance Fancy don’t let me down
Love for sale
Appetizing young love for sale
Love that’s fresh and still unspoiled
Love that’s only slightly soiled
Love for sale
He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge
Struttin’ her stuff on the street
She said, “Hello, hey Jo, you wanna give it a go?” Oh! uh huh
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada (Hey hey hey)
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here (Here)
Mocha Chocalata ya ya (Oh yea)
Creole lady Marmalade
Black and orange stray cat sittin’ on a fence
I ain’t got enough dough to pay the rent
I’m flat broke but I don’t care
I strut right by with my tail in the air
Wanna tell you a story
About the house-man blues
I come home one Friday
Had to tell the landlady I’d-a lost my job
She said, “That don’t confront me
Long as I get my money next Friday”
Now, next Friday come, I didn’t get the rent
And out the door I went
Lady Madonna, children at your feet
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet
Who find the money when you pay the rent
Did you think that money was heaven sent
How does it feel, how does it feel?
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone
Oh please remember me
Believe in me as someone
Who’s never gonna wish you well
Oh please remember me
Believe in me as someone
Who wants you to go to hell
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
You say goodbye,
And I say hello.
I don’t know why you say goodbye,
I say hello, hello…
Hello, it’s me
I’ve thought about us for a long, long time
Maybe I think too much but something’s wrong
There’s something here that doesn’t last too long
Maybe I shouldn’t think of you as mine