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The Boss
Feed me now, pick me up, carry me in your arms.
Now be good, as you should, and I'll give you a pat -
Regally,
Commandingly.
I shall not yell, I shall not cry, if you do as you're told.
Who is there, to disobey? Who could be so bold?
Is there any?
If so, let's see.
See my lips, how they swell, hear my voice loud and clear.
See my eyes, how they rage, see my tears, and fear.
You poor fools -
You always lose.
Pick me up, hold me tight, swing me up, bring me down.
That's the way to please me. Make me smile, an' not frown.
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Commitment
It was for this breath that I was born,
With thought of this breath I shall die
My love, you are truly such
As I always thought you'd be.
Unused to kissing, your lips are bruised -
Relentless pressure from your teeth!
Your head is dizzy, your eyes are blurring,
Lost their spark of mischief now!
My love, you are truly such
As I always knew you'd be.
No vows, no speeches, no engagements,
No flowers, no sweets, no investments.
Just two eyes that look clear and straight -
Two eyes that look clear and straight.
If there be heaven, this is heaven;
Within your arms I find bliss.
My love, you are truly such
As I always thought you'd be.
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The crooked winding road...
The crooked winding road goes on and on and on and on
Till it meets the horizon where I shall find my dream
Touch me with her eye
Beseech me to die
To be true and sweet
To cast off from my feet
The wings that wing me down the road
The crooked winding road
The crooked winding road
Where mystery and desire,
The hopes to men aspire
Lurk in every turning, every corner, every crossing
Leading to other crooked winding roads
Other crazy winding roads...
The peacock in my heart has raised his fan.
I cannot help it I I I I, I I I I
Must wing me down the road
The crooked winding road...
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By the workbench, by the window,
I see the clouds go by.
I am lonely, very lonely,
I think you do know why.
Must I just talk to the grey clouds?
To them I shall convey my longing.
You will see them, you will hear them,
They will drench you with their rain.
That warmness, that closeness,
As I look around in this room,
So empty, empty, meaningless;
I know you will not come,
You will not come,
Never shall I see you again.
By the workbench, by the window,
I see the clouds go by.
I am waiting, I am waiting,
For your kind invite.
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O'er the flecks of foam I have seen you roam,
When the moon did light the path between you and me:
Aphrodite Aphrodite Aphrodite
Aphrodite Aphrodite Aphrodite.
As I say your name they all proclaim your fame;
Remaining birds and bees and forests full of leaves sing:
Aphrodite Aphrodite Aphrodite
Aphrodite Aphrodite Aphrodite.
When you hear their call goddess don't be small.
Make the voices of the fools pouring from all the schools chant:
Aphrodite Aphrodite Aphrodite
Aphrodite Aphrodite Aphrodite.
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