Sweet emotion
Sweet emotion
You talk about things that nobody cares,
You’re wearing out things that nobody wears,
You’re calling my name but I gotta make clear,
I can’t say baby where I’ll be in a year.
Goodnight you moon light ladies
Rock-a-bye sweet baby James
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose
Won’t you let me go down in my dreams?
Moon river, wider than a mile
I’m crossin’ you in style some day
Old dream maker, you heartbreaker
Wherever you’re goin’, I’m goin’ your way
Beautifully shy as you are
Never lose your heart
And do come across
He will go down he will drown drown deeper down
The river wild will take your only child
Lost son
If you don’t come with me
I will use the power that I have
I was the last child
I’m just a punk in the street
I was the last child
I’m just a punk in the street
We’re white punks on dope
Mom & dad live in Hollywood
Hang myself when I get enough rope
Can’t clean up, though I know I should
I wanna be close to you, baby, as the whites of your eyes
Close to you, baby, as cold is to ice
Close to you, baby, as a egg is to a hen
Close to you, baby, as Siamese twins
Why do birds suddenly appear
Every time you are near?
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you
Bed’s too big without you
Cold wind blows right through that open door
I can’t sleep with your memory
Dreaming dreams of what used to be
These dreams that sleep when it’s cold outside
Every moment I’m awake the further I’m away
Dream lover so I don’t have to dream alone…
Dream a little dream of me.
A little less conversation, a little more action please
All this aggravation ain’t satisfactioning me
A little more bite and a little less bark
A little less fight and a little more spark
Close your mouth and open up your heart and baby satisfy me
A little bit of Monica in my life
A little bit of Erica by my side
A little bit of Rita is all I need
A little bit of Tina is what I see
A little bit of Sandra in the sun
A little bit of Mary all night long
A little bit of Jessica here I am
A little bit of you makes me your man
O-o-o Kate, Kate and Cindy and Crystal and Candy
Mercedes and Joan, Betty and Brenda
Suzie and Anita and Phoebe and Jack Jackie-o
These are the girls of the USA
The principal girls of the USA
Oh well, there’s Flo on my left and then there’s Mary on my right
And Janie is the girl well that I’ll be with tonight
And when she asks me, which one I love the best?
I tear open my shirt and I show “Rosie” on my chest
Cause I’m the wanderer
Yeah, the wanderer
I roam around, around, around
But Rosie, you’re all right
(You wear my ring)
When you hold me tight
(Rosie, that’s my thing)
When you turn out the light
(I got to hand it to me)
Looks like it’s me and you again tonight, Rosie
Lovely Rita meter maid…
I am a maid of constant sorrow,
I’ve seen trials all of my days,
I’m going back to California,
Place where I was partly raised.