And sometimes when we touch
The honesty’s too much
And I have to close my eyes and hide.
I want to hold you till I die
Till we both break down and cry
I want to hold you till the fear in me subsides.
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Now touch me, babe
Can’t you see that I am not afraid?
What was that promise that you made?
Why won’t you tell me what she said?
What was that promise that you made?
You made me promises, promises–
Knowing I’d believe.
Promises, promises–
You knew you’d never keep.
Promised you a miracle
Belief is a beauty thing
Promises, promises
As golden days break wondering
I never did believe in miracles,
But I’ve a feeling it’s time to try.
I never did believe in the ways of magic,
But I’m beginning to wonder why.
Got a Black Magic Woman
Got a Black Magic Woman
Yes, I got a Black Magic Woman
She’s got me so blind I can’t see
But she’s a Black Magic Woman and
she’s trying to make a devil out of me
Love potion number 9…
Number 9…number 9…number 9…number 9… .
I thought I was only person who remembered John Lennon’s #9 song (?).
Ricky don’t lose that number…
Jenny don’t change your number
I need to make you mine
Jenny I’ve called your number
Eight six seven five three oh nine
Rikki don’t lose that number,
You don’t want to call nobody else,
Send it off in a letter to yourself.
25 or 6 to 4…
Five to one baby,
One in five.
No one here gets out alive.
Is something wrong, she said
Well of course there is
You’re still alive, she said
Oh, and do I deserve to be
Is that the question
And if so…if so…who answers…who answers…
The problem is all inside your head, she said to me,
The answer is easy if you take it logically,
I’d like to help you in your struggle to be free,
There must be fifty ways to leave your lover.
And I wish you could tell me
Why do we always fight when I have to go?
You thought you were the only Doper familiar with the Beatles’ White Album??? :dubious:
Please tell me who I am, who I am, who I am, who I am
'Cause I was feeling so logical
D-d-digital
One, two, three, five
Oh, oh, oh, oh
It’s getting unbelievable
Uno, dos, tres, catorce…
Uno, dos, one, two, tres, quatro
Matty told Hatty about a thing she saw.
Had two big horns and a wooly jaw.
Wooly bully, wooly bully.
Wooly bully, wooly bully, wooly bully.
No, I certainly didn’t think I was the only Doper who knew about the Beatles white album. That is just a forgettable tune (?). There are very good songs on the album, but that ain’t one. I like it though, cause I am
weird!
Hey, bulldog…