You don't know how to ease my pain You don't know You don't know how to ease my pain You don't know what the sound is, darlin' It's the sound of my tears
Johnny's so in love Johnny's so in love Johnny's so in love with the boss's woman Johnny is a square Johnny isn't there Johnny thought it was love but
Ooh she moves like a racehorse And her eyes shiver, shift and curve When she cries, it's like a galeforce Because she is suffering from a twisted nerve
I wanna take you to the Garden of Eden Where they play Duane Eddy not Bert Weedon Wanna mingle with the riff raff and be a rebel So echo the bass and
But if you ask me to speak my mind I'm more inclined to say (Chorus) *********************************************************************** Transcribed by TJ Thurston 1/29/95 capnbizr@interaccess.com Administrator of Minestrone: The 10cc/Godley & Creme
A lost weekend, no beginning, no end Were you walking, was I running Is it here, or is it coming soon Thanks a lot Oh, I wish you well Friends or lovers
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I waited for you in the usual place At the time we'd arranged And I thought I saw you go by in the car But the number plates had been changed Then my
Rosie, I wish that you were here I miss you so much Rosie, my dear Rosie, I miss the hell that we raised And the trails that we blazed I miss the other
It's 5 o'clock in the morning You're lying in your bed You wonder why it's not morning in your head The day is open for business But still your eyes are
Aloha, it's Honolulu Lulu from Hawaii I saw you out the corner of my eye And here I come Blowing one too many pages of your paper over Pulling on the
Save me a mountain to climb Save me a river to cross At midnight the sound of the stockyard trains Wail in the distance and rattle my chains Save me a
Oh I never knew you were so weak I never knew I was so strong Till you let go about a year ago And left me hanging on When you cut the thing that held
Demented New York athletes staggering round the block Deformed Chicanos pour in Chicago's rolling stock Digital bathrooms drilling for furs Surgical stockings
(Chorus) My body is the car that I've been driving Around for thirty six years My body the car Slowly burning out the rubber and stripping the gears My
Sailor, I love you But you only love the sea Sailor, what's happening to me Like a ship in a bottle You ache for the sea Sailor, ache a little for me
White heat, grey stone White heat, grey stone White heat, grey stone Wish you were here White heat, sizzling Thinking of Brazilia White heat, sizzling
Samson was a comfortable racehorse Samson was an easy ride Samson was born to be a racehorse Samson gave us a pony and died And one day Samson he kicked
