Lyrics | Song Title |
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide... no escape from reality. | |
Here we stand, or here we fall. History won't care at all. Make the bed, light the light. Lady Mercy won't be home tonight. | |
I'd sit alone and watch your light. My only friend through teenage nights. And everything I had to know I heard it on my radio... Radio. | |
Steve walks warily down the street, with the brim pulled way down low. Ain't no sound but the sound of his feet, machine guns ready to go. | |
This thing called love I just can't handle it. This thing called love I must get round to it. I ain't ready. | |
Tonight, I'm gonna have myself a real good time. I feel alive and the world turnin' inside out, yeah. I'm floating around in ecstasy. | |
Are you gonna take me home tonight? Ah down beside that red fire light. Are you gonna let it all hang out? [Song Title] you make the rocking world go round. | |
I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things. We can do the tango just for two. I can serenade and gently play on your heart strings. Be your Valentino just for you. | |
She keeps Moet et Chandon in her pretty cabinet. 'Let them eat cake' she says just like Marie Antoinette. A built-in remedy for Khrushchev and Kennedy. | |
Open up your mind and let me step inside. Rest your weary head and let your heart decide. It's so easy when you know the rules. It's so easy all you have to do is fall in love. | |
Fear me you lords and lady preachers. I descend upon your earth from the skies. I command your very souls, you unbelievers. Bring before me what is mine! | |
I've paid my dues, time after time. I've done my sentence, but committed no crime. And bad mistakes, I've made a few. I've had my share of sand kicked in my face but I've come thro | |
Buddy you're a boy make a big noise playin' in the street, gonna be a big man some day. You got mud on yo' face, you big disgrace kickin' your can all over the place. | |
Ooo, you're makin' me live. Whatever this world can give to me, it's you. You're all I see. Ooo, you're makin' me live now, honey! Ooo, you're makin' me live. | |
The machine of a dream, such a clean machine, with the pistons a pumpin', and the hubcaps all gleam. | |
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