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And I don't care about the presents Underneath the Christmas tree
I like Angela, Pamela, Sandra and Rita And as I continue you know they're getting sweeter
And I want to stand with you on a mountain I want to bathe with you in the sea
With their tanks and their bombs and their bombs and their guns In your head, in your head, they are crying
How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad
Am I original? (Yeah) Am I the only one? (Yeah)
Slowly walking down the hall Faster than a cannon ball
And I'll hold you tight Baby, all through the night
Baby I got your number and I know that you got mine But you know that I called you, I called too many times
Baby seems we never, ever agree You like the movies and I like TV
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat We'll take the trail marked on your father's map
But when he finally came back His hair had turned from black into bright white
Did I disappoint you? Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?
Hey! Wait! I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice
She's into superstitions Black cats and voodoo dolls
I can't stand rocking when I'm in here 'Cause your crystal ball ain't so crystal clear
I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style And so I came to see him and listen for a while
Looks like we've made it Look how far we've come my baby
Monday you can hold your head Tuesday, Wednesday, stay in bed
Now I believe in miracles And a miracle has happened tonight
So come on baby, come on over Let me be the one to show you
My muñequita My Spanish Harlem Mona Lisa
They all want me, they can't have me So they all come and dance beside me
Thinking of the day when you went away What a life to take, what a bond to break
We all want to be big stars, but we don't know why and we don't know how