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Rahul
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 Re: Tom Jones Collection
Satisfaction lyrics
I can't get no - satisfaction I can't get no - satisfaction 'Cause I try', and I try Yes I try, I try I can't get no satisfaction I can't get no satisfaction
When i'm cruisin' in my car And the man comes on the radio He's tellin' me more and more About some useless information Supposed to fire my imagination And I can 't get no satisfaction Oh, no, no, no Hey, hey, hev Ooh baby tell me what I say
Oh well when I'm watching my TV And this man comes on and tells me What drink would be good for me But he can't be a man, cause' he doesn't smoke The same cigars as me And I can't get no satisfaction No, no, no Hey, hey, hey, hey Tell me what I say
When I'm ridin' round the world And I'm doin' this and I'm signin' that And I'm tryin' to meet some girl Who tells me baby, baby come back maybe next week Can't you see I'm on a losing streak I can't get no satisfaction Oh, no, no, no, Hey, hey, hey Baby tell me what i say
Come here baby What do ya mean You don't know what will satisfy me Yes you do I've been all around the world Looking for some girl And I can't get no satisfaction and I've got to have some satisfaction
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Rahul
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 Re: Tom Jones Collection
Sexbomb lyrics
Aw, aw baby, yeah Ooh yea, huh, listen to this
Spy on me, baby, use satellite Infrared to see me move through the night Aim gonna fire shoot me right Aim gonna like the way you fight And I love the way you fight
Now you found the secret code I use to wash away my lonely blues well So I can't deny or lie 'cause you're the only one Who can make me fly
Sex bomb, sex bomb, you're a sex bomb uh, huh You can give it to me when I need to come along, give it to me Sex bomb, sex bomb, you're my sex bomb And baby, you can turn me on, baby, you can turn me on You know what you're doing to me, don't you? Ha ha, I know you do
No, don't get me wrong, ain't gonna do you no harm, no This bombs made for lovin' and you can shoot it far I'm your main target, come and help me ignite ow Love struck holding you tight hold me tight darlin'
Make me explode although you know The route to go to sex me slow, slow, baby And yes, I must react to claims of those Who say that you are not all that huh, huh, huh
Sex bomb, sex bomb, you're a sex bomb You can give it to me when I need to come along Sex bomb, sex bomb, you're my sex bomb And baby, you can turn me on turn me on, darlin'
Sex bomb, sex bomb, you're my sex bomb, sex bomb You can give it to me when I need to come along Sex bomb, sex bomb, you're my sex bomb And baby, you can turn me on
You can give me more and more counting up the score, yeah You can turn me upside down, inside out You can make me feel the real deal, uh, uh I can give it to you any time because you're mine Ouch, sex bomb, aw baby
Sex bomb, sex bomb, you're my sex bomb And you can give it to me When I need to be turned on, no, no
Sex bomb, sex bomb, you're my sex bomb And baby, you can turn me on, turn me on And baby, you can turn me on, turn me on Baby, you can turn me on, turn me on
Ooh baby, you can turn me on, turn me on Baby, you can turn me on, oh Baby, you can turn me on, oh Baby, you can turn me on Well baby, you can turn me on © EDITION MERG MUSIC;
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Rahul
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She's A Lady lyrics
Well she's all you'd ever want, She's the kind they'd like to flaunt and take to dinner. Well she always knows her place. She's got style, she's got grace, She's a winner. She's a Lady. Whoa whoa whoa, She's a Lady. Talkin' about that little lady, and the lady is mine. Well she's never in the way Something always nice to say, Oh what a blessing. I can leave her on her own Knowing she's okay alone, and there's no messing. She's a lady. Whoa, whoa, whoa. She's a lady. Talkin' about that little lady, and the lady is mine. Well she never asks for very much and I don't refuse her. Always treat her with respect, I never would abuse her. What she's got is hard to find, and I don't want to lose her Help me build a mansion from my little pile of clay. Hey, hey, hey. Well she knows what I'm about, She can take what I dish out, and that's not easy, Well she knows me through and through, She knows just what to do, and how to please me. She's a lady. Whoa, whoa, whoa. She's a lady. Talkin' about that little lady and the lady is mine. Yeah yeah yeah She's a Lady Listen to me baby, She's a Lady Whoa whoa whoa, She's a Lady And the Lady is mine Yeah yeah yeah She's a Lady Talkin about this little lady Whoa whoa whoa whoa Whoa and the lady is mine Yeah yeah She's a Lady And the Lady is mine.
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Rahul
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The Rose lyrics
My love said to me, "A hero you'll be, If you bring me the rose of love." So, today I must go where the wide riv-ers flow Down from the hills above. From beginning to end, Who will guide me, my friend, For the difficult task that she chose? Will the sun and the rain, From whose bosom I came, Show me the way to The Rose? For my true love I yearn, But I'll never, ever return, Till I find where that red lady grows. When i find her, I'll sing, And the mission bells will ring the news that I've captured The Rose.
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Rahul
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The Young New Mexican lyrics
In a town near Albequerqe Lived a most concerned young boy He said lately I have noticed Folks don't live with peace and joy
With frowns and worry on their faces They're lost and don't know where to go He said I'll get the people straightened By putting on a puppet show
The young New Mexican puppeteer He saw the people all lived in fear He thought that maybe they'd listen to A puppet telling them what to do
You know he got some string and he got some wood He did some carving and he was good And folks came running so they could hear The young New Mexican puppeteer
First he carved out young Abe Lincoln Abe will teach 'em civil rights Then a king named Martin Luther So they'd recall his peacefull fight
Old Mark Twain, his wit and wisdom Will surely show them life is fun But he smiled with satisfaction When the prince of peace was done
The young New Mexican puppeteer He saw the people all lived in fear He thought that maybe they'd listen to A puppet telling them what to do
You know he got some string and he got some wood He did some carving and he was good And folks came running so they could hear The young New Mexican puppeteer
Now his puppet shows were clever And he made the people laugh When he got across the message To walk along lifes open path
They built him his own puppet theatre Decked out with spotlights yellow and red And then they wrote him up in all the papers And this is what the story said
It said...
The young New Mexican puppeteer He saw the people all lived in fear He thought that maybe they would listen to A puppet telling them what to do
You know he got some string and he got some wood He did some carving and he was good And folks came running so they could hear The young New Mexican puppeteer
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