Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes,
Turn and face the strange,
Ch-ch-changes,
There’s gonna have to be a different man,
Time may change me,
But I can’t trace time.
Studying a face,
Stepping back to look at a face
Leaves a little space in the way like a window,
But to see-
It’s the only way to see.
And when the woman that you wanted goes,
You can say to yourself, “Well, I give what I give.”
But the women who won’t wait for you knows
That, however you live,
There’s a part of you always standing by,
Mapping out the sky,
Finishing a hat…
Starting on a hat…
Finishing a hat…
Look, I made a hat…
Where there never was a hat
I’ve just seen a face,
I can’t forget the time or place
Where we just met.
She’s just the girl for me,
And I want all the world to see,
We’ve met, mm-mm-mm-m’mm-mm
Who knows?
Not me
I never lost control
You’re face to face
With the man who sold the world
Ground control to Major Tom…
Far beneath the ship, the world is mourning,
They don’t realize, he’s alive.
No one understands, but Major Tom sees,
Now the light commands, “This is my home–
I’m coming home.”
Two of us riding nowhere
Spending someone’s hard earned pay
You and me Sunday driving
Not arriving on our way back home
We’re on our way back home
We’re on our way home
We’re going home
Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away
She was lookin’ for the home I hope she’ll find
Well I’d trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday
Holdin’ Bobby’s body close to mine
Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose
And nothin’ left was all she left to me
Feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
And buddy, that was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee
I want to be Bobby’s girl
I want to be Bobby’s girl,
That’s the most important thing to me…
And if I was Bobby’s girl,
If I was Bobby’s girl,
What a faithful thankful girl I’d be.
I feel like Bobby Fischer
Always four moves ahead of
My competition, listen they ain’t gonna stop me ever
I feel as large as Biggie, swear it could not get better
I feel in charge like Biggie, wearing that Cosby sweater
The creme de la creme of the chess world in a
Venue with everything but Yul Brynner
Move me on to any black square
Use me anytime you want
Just remember that the goal
Is for us all to capture all we want
Oh, the games people play now
Every night and every day now,
Never meaning what they say, now
Never saying what they mean
Many a tear has to fall
But it’s all
In the game
What’s the name of the game?
Does it mean anything to you?
What’s the name of the game?
Can you feel it the way I do?
Tell me, please, 'cause I have to know
I’m a bashful child beginning to grow
It started long ago in the Garden of Eden
When Adam said to Eve, baby, you’re for me
So come on baby, let’s start today, come on baby, let’s play
The game of love, love, la la la la la love
I wonder, wonder who, who-oo-ooh, who
(Who wrote the book of love)
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Oh, who wrote the Book Of Love
I’ve got to know the answer
Was it someone from above
(I wonder, wonder who, mmbadoo-ooh, who)
(Who wrote the Book Of Love)
Love(mm-mm-mm), love is strange (mm-mm-mm)
A lot of people (mm-mm-mm) take it for a game
Once you get it (mm-mm-mm) you’re in an awful fix (mm-mm-mm)
After you’ve had it (mm-mm-mm) you’ll never wanna quit
Many people (mm-mm-mm), don’t understand (no, no)
They think loving (yay-ee-ay) is money in the hand
Your sweet lovin’ (mm-mm-mm) is better than a kiss (yay-ee-ay)
When you leave me (mm-mm-mm) sweet kisses I miss
Little arrows that will hit you once
And hit you once again
Little arrows that hit everybody
Every now and then.
Oh, oh, oh, the pain.
Me and my arrow
Straighter than narrow
Wherever we go, everyone knows
It’s me and my arrow