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If You'd Like To Dance
02:08
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Exchanging glances all night long
Until you hear just the right song
You walk over take my hand
But I'll remain right where I stand
This pumping dance-floor rhythm is all wrong
No matter how much you implore
I can't come with you to the floor
I think you are divine
But I can't jive in common time
Come back when the music's in 3/4 (and I'll think about it...)
I don't think Hip Hop's hip while Disco just won't do
Oh Funk's a load of junk and R&B is too, if you
Try me with some trance I'll consider it assault, oh
If you'd like to dance you'll just have to wait for a waltz
Maybe I'd move to a minuet
Perhaps a polka at a stretch
Perhaps I'm the kind of fella
Who'll take to a tarantella
But the DJ hasn't put one on just yet (so I'll just stand here...)
It's not that I'm embarrassed and I'm definitely not scared
I absolutely wouldn't class myself as rhythmically impaired but
My talents are enhanced by the most romantic schmaltz, so
If you'd like to dance you'll just have to wait...
Believe me when I tell you that I think you're really cool, yeah
I like you a whole lot but I'm sticking to my rule
You don't have any chance, it's just one of my many faults
If you'd like to dance you'll just have to wait...
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She hasn't bathed or brushed her teeth
Her make-up's last night's
She hasn't shaved her legs in weeks
It's poking out through her tights
There're stains on her skirt, she doesn't know what they are
She's wearing a bikini top instead of a bra
That wet patch on her collar is probably drool
And I think to myself she's incredibly cool
She gets out of bed around two
But gets straight back in
Eats peanut butter with just a spoon
Gets it all down her chin
Her friends drag her out and she drinks some cheap wine
She goes home early but she says she feels fine
She brings KFC on the bus, (she needs fuel!)
And I think to myself she's outrageously cool
She doesn't think she's pretty but she is
She totally is
Her pale skin and hipbones are perfectly chic
The tattoos on her forearms add an air of mystique
Sometimes she says stuff that makes me feel weird
But she's so cool those thoughts have always disappeared
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The Girl I Like
02:01
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The girl I like doesn't like me back
The girl I like doesn't like me back
The girl I like doesn't like me back, oh no...
We'll waltz all night under starlit skies
A warm embrace as we say our goodbyes
Then fall asleep with tired and swollen eyes
I should quit trying to pretend
And bring this agony to an end
But I just can't resist her insistence we stay friends
The girl I like doesn't like me back
The girl I like doesn't like me back
The girl I like doesn't like me back, oh no...
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Take My Time
03:04
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Girl I think you're great (you're really great)
Everybody knows it
We like all the same stuff (you've got great taste)
That's what makes this so tough…
I like when you're around (you're always fun)
I miss you when you're not here
You're truly a delight (I mean it, but...)
But our chemistry's not right...
Bitch get to the back of the queue
Let me get a look at you
With a face [body] like this I can afford to pick and choose
Ladies form an orderly line
If you want to be mine
I'm in no hurry for a honey so i'm gonna take my time
It's plain to those who look: I'm an Adonis
I won't be admonished, I'm just being honest
I'm highly desirable, admired by all
So hot I'm widely described as a fireball
I notice the glancing whenever I'm dancing
I can't help my moves being oh so entrancing
But I refuse the advances and stick to my stance.
I've got time to wait, why should I chance things?
I mean if it just so happens that all the girls I REALLY like have boyfriends or live in other countries or they just have too much on to get into a relationship right now that's fine. I don't have to change anything because I'm cool and handsome and sought-after and it'll just happen. It's just a matter of time.
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Seeing As It's You
01:47
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I had decided I probably rather die
I thought I was pretty sure, but
Now, I'll allow, that I guess I can see how
It's got a certain allure...
I'm surprised you're into that, but then what do I know?
If you insist I might give it a go
Son of a gun, who have thought it could be fun
I was so certain it sucked
It hurts to assert but I'm beginning to convert
At least, when you instruct
If someone else suggested that I'd probably think they're lame
But seeing as it's you I guess I'm game
And for some reason I don't feel too ashamed
Why haven't I been doing this my whole life?
I feel like such a fool
How much other stuff that I haven't tried enough
Is actually pretty cool?
There must be a million things I've dismissed as dumb
To which I might similarly succumb
To which once the finger, now I'd raise a thumb
But I still think if some other girl
asked if I'd give that a whirl
My skin would crawl, my toes would curl
But with you there's nothing that I would prefer
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6. |
You, Naked
03:08
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13 miles, my tyres need adjusting
Drenched in sweat, we both smell disgusting
You can't wait to get home and shower
I concur, and try to overpower
Thoughts in my head that so boldly intrude
I'm picturing you nude
We both know why he hasn't called yet
He has got all that he wants to get
I'm afraid men can be dicks sometimes
I'm one to talk… y'know this whole time
That we've been talking about that shitty dude
I've been imagining you nude
If you thought about me naked I'd be flattered
So maybe you don't care
But I think about you, naked, all the time
I thought you ought to be aware
When I'm at work and when I'm at home
I try but I cannot elude...
When we're together, and when I'm alone
I can't help picturing you nude
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7. |
I'm A Creepy Guy
05:57
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I think about you all the time, I'm obsessed
I see you most days, and I research you the rest
I'm clicking through bad pics, yr old blogs you think are lame,
I'm fanatically, repeatedly googling your name
Oh I'm listening to your teenage band, learning everything I can
I suspect we both know why: I'm a creepy guy
You went up to your room and left me all alone
I sat there patiently, going through your phone
Idly browsing through you're internet history
Opening closets, rifling through your drawers, so much I want to see!
You're irresistible to me, I LOVED reading your diary
I'm pretty sure we both know why: I'm a creepy guy
I'm outside your door and it's really pretty late
I'm too nervous to knock but I'm content to sit and wait...
I'll say I'm on my way somewhere, you'd probably think that's true
There's no way you would suspect this is the kind of shit I do
After midnight, out of place, I really want to see your face
It's safe to say we both know why: I'm a creepy guy
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She's A Flirt
01:26
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She's a flirt
She's a tease, oh
Such a flirt
And everyone agrees
She makes all the boys go weak at the knees
Oh I'd like to assert she's a flirt
She's a flirt
A coquette, yeah
Such a flirt
And what she wants she gets
How'd you think she earned my last cigarette?
Oh be on the alert for a flirt
She's a flirt
She's a minx, oh
And so overt
It's hard to miss those wink
But it's all just fun, frivolous high jinks
So try not to get hurt by the flirt
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