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
emmike
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Quiz Updated Jan 26, 2015
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