Goody, Goody - Lyrics - Frank Sinatra

Title: Goody, Goody
Artist: Frank Sinatra
Composer(s): Matt Malneck, Johnny Mercer

Lyric:
So you met someone who set you back on your heels, goody goody
So you met someone and now you know how it feels, goody goody
So you gave him your heart too, just as I gave mine to you
And he broke it in little pieces and now how do you do?

So you lie awake just singin' the blues all night, goody goody
So you think that love's a barrel of dynamite
Hooray and hallelujah, you had it coming to ya
Goody goody for him, goody goody for me
And I hope you're satisfied you rascal you, hey!

So you met someone who set you back on your heels, goody goody
So you met someone and now you know how it feels, goody goody
So you gave him your heart too, just as I gave mine to you
And he broke it in little pieces and now how do you do?

So you lie awake just singin' the blues all night, goody goody
So you think that love's a barrel of dynamite
Hooray and hallelujah, you had it coming to ya
Goody goody for him, goody goody goody for me
Your love has been denied, you've been taken for a ride
And I hope you're satisfied you rascal you

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Goody Goody - Lyrics - Chicago

Title: Goody Goody
Artist: Chicago
Composer(s): Matt Malneck, Johnny Mercer

Lyric:
Hey, got yourself a good thing, it's a good thing
It's a good thing, got yourself a good thing
I won't let you go

So you met someone who set you back on your heels
Goody goody
So you met someone and now you know how it feels
Goody goody
So you gave him your heart too, just as I gave mine to you
(Gave him your heart too)
And he broke it in little pieces, now how do you do?

So you lie awake just singin' the blues all night
Goody goody
So you think that love's a barrel of dynamite
Hooray and hallelujah
You had it comin' to ya
Goody goody for him, goody goody for me
And I hope you're satisfied, you rascal you

Good thing, got yourself a good thing
It's a good thing, got yourself a good thing
I won't let you go

So you met someone who set you back on your heels
Goody goody
So you met somebody and now you know how it feels
Goody goody
So you gave him your heart too just as I gave mine to you
(Gave him your heart too)
And he stuck it in his collection, section ninety-two

So you lie awake just singin' the blues all night
So you think that love's a barrel of dynamite
Hooray and hallelujah
You had it comin' to ya
Goody goody for him, goody goody for me
And I hope you're satisfied, you rascal you

Hey, got yourself a good thing, good thing
Good thing, got yourself a good thing
I won't let you go

It's a good thing, got yourself a good thing
Good thing, got yourself a good thing
I won't let you go

Good thing, got yourself a good thing
Good thing, got yourself a good thing
I won't let you go

Good thing, got yourself a good thing
Good thing, got yourself a good thing
I won't let you go

Good thing, got yourself a good thing

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Goody Goody - Lyrics - Ella Fitzgerald

Title: Goody Goody
Artist: Ella Fitzgerald
Composer(s): Matt Malneck, Johnny Mercer

Lyric:
Hurray, hallelujah
Hurray, hallelujah
And I hope you're satisfied, you rascal, you

So you met someone who set you back on your heels, goody goody
You met someone and now you know how it feels, goody goody
You gave her your heart too, just as I gave mine to you
And she broke it in little pieces, now how do you do?

So you lie awake just singin' the blues all night, goody goody
You think that love's a barrel of dynamite
Hurray and hallelujah, you had it comin' to ya
Goody goody for her, goody goody for me
And I hope you're satisfied, you rascal, you

You gave her your heart too, just as I gave mine to you
And she stuck it in her collection, section ninety-two
So you lie awake just singin' the blues all night, goody goody

You think that love's a barrel of dynamite
Hurray and hallelujah, you had it comin' to ya
Goody goody for her, goody goody for me
And I hope you're satisfied, you rascal, you

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Goody Two Shoes - Lyrics - Adam And The Ants

Title: Goody Two Shoes
Artist: Adam And The Ants
Composer(s): Adam Ant, Marco Pirroni

Lyric:
With the heartbreak open
So much you can't hide
Put on a little makeup, makeup
Make sure they get your good side, good side
If the words unspoken get stuck in your throat
Send a treasure token, token
Write it on a pound note, pound note

Goody two, goody two
Goody, goody two shoes
Goody two, goody two
Goody, goody two shoes
You don't drink, don't smoke
What do you do
You don't drink, don't smoke
What do you do
The subtle innuendos follow
There must be something inside

We don't follow fashion
That would be a joke
You know we're gonna set them, set them
So ev'ryone can take note, take note
When I saw you kneeling
Crying words that you mean
Opening the eyeballs, eyeballs
Pretending that you're Al Green, Al Green

Goody two, goody two
Goody, goody two shoes
Goody two, goody two
Goody, goody two shoes
You don't drink, don't smoke
What do you do
You don't drink, don't smoke
What do you do
The subtle innuendos follow
There must be something inside

No one's gonna tell me
What's wrong and what's right
Or tell me who to eat with, sleep with
Or foul up on the big fight, big fight
Look out or they will tell you you're a superstar
Two weeks and you're an all time legend
I think the games have gone much too far
If the words unspoken get stuck in your throat
Send a treasure token, token
Write it on a pound note, pound note

Don't drink, don't smoke
What do you do
You don't drink, don't smoke
What do you do
The subtle innuendos follow
There must be something inside, inside

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Gal Yu A Pepper - Lyrics - Boombastic - Shaggy

Title: Gal Yu A Pepper
Album: Boombastic
Artist: Shaggy
Composer(s): Halliburton Livingston Burrell Pizzoni

Lyric:
The girls them a hot stepper, uh
You know say a them girl deh a the original stepper, yeah
Hot like a scotch bonnet pepper
Me say

Gal yu a pepper you alone the man a ask for
A gal can't skate your fence and try cross your border
You a the element weh nuff man mad over
A gal a grudge you tell try hole her corner

Women a yu a pepper you alone the man a ask for
A gal can't skate your fence and try cross your border
You a the element weh nuff man mad over
A gal a taste you tell her try

Me bawl out, woeh, gal your body ready me have fi bawl out
Woeh, 'cause she a goody goody man I bawl out
Woeh, look good indeed girl me bawl out
Woeh, tell them weh me say now

Well, gal you a pepper dance hall stepper
Gal a tek your man you make she know she can never
Ever ever ever take you from Trevor
'Cause she a goody goody but a fi you own better

Man a write love letter want you forever
Buy you a fur coat and she a wear cheap sweater
Hair in a setter ga-lang a hair dresser
Fi you love alone is weh the man them desire, whoo, yeah

Gal yu a pepper you alone the man a ask for
A gal can't skate your fence and try cross your border
You a the element weh nuff man mad over
A gal a taste you tell try hole

Me bawl out, woeh, gal your body ready man have bawl out
Woeh, 'cause she a goody goody I say bawl out
Woeh, look good indeed girl them bawl out
Woeh, tell them weh me say

Well, a you them desire she them wants a fi one night a hire
With all a but that now she can't get a buyer
She crisp like the rims them deh gal a old tire
You a live wire while a she catch fire

You them admire fi her body want retire
Her body it beat out wash and put in a dryer
Beat out and dueco for sale say pon flyer
Step up in a life that is what you require

Regular church goer all a sing pan choir
Mattie she flop them the gal de a liar, whoo, ya ya

Gal yu a pepper you alone the man a ask for me
A gal can't skate your fence and try cross your border
You a the element weh nuff man mad over
A gal a taste you tell try

Me bawl out, woeh, gal your body ready now fi bawl out
Woeh, 'cause she a goody goody man I bawl out
Woeh, look good indeed yes me bawl out
Woeh, tell them weh me say

Well a gal you a pepper dance hall stepper
Gal a tek your man you make she know she can never
Ever ever ever take you from Trevor
'Cause she a goody goody but a fi you own better

Man a write love letter want you forever
Buy you a fur coat and she a wear cheap sweater
Hair in a setter ga-lang a hair dresser
Fi you love alone is weh the man them desire, whoo, ya, ya

Gal yu a pepper you alone the man a ask for
A gal can't skate your fence and try cross your border
You a the element weh nuff man mad over
A gal a taste you tell try hole her corner

Women a yu a pepper you alone the man a ask for
A gal can't skate your fence and try cross your border
You a the element weh nuff man mad over
A gal a taste you tell her a

Me bawl out, woeh, gal your body ready now fi bawl out
Woeh, 'cause she a goody goody man I bawl out
Woeh, tell them weh me say who man me bawl out
Woeh, look good indeed

Well a she them desire she them want a now fi one night a hire
With all a but that well she can't get a buyer
She crisp like the rims them deh gal a old tire
You a live wire while a she catch fire

You them admire fi her body want retire
Her body it bleach out wash and put in a dryer
Beat out and dueco for sale say pon flyer
Step up in a life that is what you require

Regular church goer all a preach pan choir
Tell them young gal, whoo, ya ya

Gal yu a pepper you alone the man a ask for
A gal can't skate your fence and try cross your border
You a the element weh nuff man mad over
A gal a taste you tell her a

I am an bawl, woeh, tell gal your body ready now fi bawl out
Woeh, 'cause she a goody goody now fi bawl out
Woeh, look good indeed me now them bawl out
Woeh, tell them weh me say, whoo yan

Woeh, wo woeh woeh, woeh

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Goody Two Shoes - Lyrics - Ant Adam

Title: Goody Two Shoes
Artist: Ant Adam
Composer(s): Adam Ant, Marco Pirroni

Lyric:
With the heartbreak open
So much you can't hide
Put on a little makeup, makeup
Make sure they get your good side, good side

If the words unspoken
Get stuck in your throat
Send a treasure token, token
Write it on a pound note, pound note

Goody two, good two
Goody goody two shoes
Goody two, good two
Goody goody two shoes

Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
You don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Subtle innuendos follow
There must be something inside

We don't follow fashion
That would be a joke
You know we're going to set them, set them
So everyone can take note, take note

When they saw you kneeling
Crying words that you mean
Opening their eyeballs, eyeballs
Pretending that you're Al Green, Al Green

Goody two, good two
Goody goody two shoes
Goody two, good two
Goody goody two shoes

Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
You don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Subtle innuendos follow
Must be something inside

No one's gonna tell me
What's wrong or what's right
Or tell me who to eat with, sleep with
Or that I've won the big fight, big fight

Look out or they'll tell you
You're a superstar
Two weeks and you're an all time legend
I think the games have gone much too far

If the words unspoken
Get stuck in your throat
Send a treasure token, token
Write it on a pound note, pound note

Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
You don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Subtle innuendos follow
Must be something inside

Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
You don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Subtle innuendos follow
Must be something inside

Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
You don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Subtle innuendos follow
Must be something inside
...

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40 - 'Til The Dawn - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - 'Til The Dawn
Artist: E
Composer(s): R Cham, B Kante, Earl Stevens

Lyric:
Testing testing, Bosko where they at
Tonight swinger what we getting into

If you wanna dance we can do it tonight
If you wanna smoke, c'mon it's alright
If you wanna drink, c'mon we popping Don Perion
Doing the damn thang 'til the dawn

If you wanna dance we can do it tonight
If you wanna smoke, c'mon it's alright
If you wanna drink, c'mon we popping Don Perion
Doing the damn thang 'til the dawn

Love me tender, love me sweet, I'm a thug, pack my heat
All I do is spit these ki's, L-I-P's, overseas
Get your feddy, stack your bread
Make them duck heads give you head
If it's money, 'bout them dollas
Jack your stacks and pop your collars

Ooh, fa shiggedel
So slick, so sly, so slal
Ghost pick, those thighs, those gals
Came prepared, to my last show
Fire it up, wire it up off of the a sal
Hide in the birds trying to throw it at me now
Let me breathe on you for a minute as I snatch up
This fine ass little brusslesprout and I have to apprehend her

If you wanna dance we can do it tonight
If you wanna smoke, c'mon it's alright
If you wanna drink, c'mon we popping Don Perion
Doing the damn thang 'til the dawn

Now guess what, what, chicken butt
Bitch goody goody, wait a minute
It wouldn't be cracking if my cousin
4-Tre wasn't in it, goody goody
Now if you wanna dance, smoke, drink
We got the party cracking like all for you baby
Goody goody, god, make a pimp wanna jump back
Goody goody, don't stop, the beat rock

'Cause we hot, the heat rock, and don't stop
Believing, just get your money where you're breathing
This is for the thugs set butts in they laps, goody goody
And this is for E-40 and The Click in the land, goody goody

If you wanna dance we can do it tonight
If you wanna smoke, c'mon it's alright
If you wanna drink, c'mon we popping Don Perion
Doing the damn thang 'til the dawn

I prosaic, chemically imbalanced
Black folks, lactose and talerance
Red cup, strictly riding gut
Hard licking tricking, bitch playa banked up
Love the baby with the big butt
Walking up, to my F5-50 truck
What's your name, Sandra
Like that, where you from, Atlanta

Love me tender, love me sweet, I'm a thug, pack my heat
All I do is spit these ki's, L-I-P's, overseas
Get your feddy, stack your bread
Make them duck heads give you head
If it's money, 'bout them dollas
Jack your stacks and pop your collars

If you wanna dance we can do it tonight
If you wanna smoke, c'mon it's alright
If you wanna drink, c'mon we popping Don Perion
Doing the damn thang 'til the dawn

If you wanna dance we can do it tonight
If you wanna smoke, c'mon it's alright
If you wanna drink, c'mon we popping Don Perion
Doing the damn thang 'til the dawn

'Til the dawn

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Are You That Somebody - Lyrics - Aaliyah

Title: Are You That Somebody
Artist: Aaliyah
Composer(s): Stephen Garrett, Tim Mosley

Lyric:
Dirty South
(Uh huh)
Can y'all really feel me?
(Feel this)
East Coast feel me
(Feel this)
West Coast feel me
(Say what?)

Dirty South
(Uh, here we go)
Can y'all really feel me?
(Baby girl)
East Coast feel me
(Uh huh)
West Coast feel me
(Can you feel this?)

Dirty South
(Dirty, dirty)
Can y'all really feel me?
(Feel it)
East Coast feel me
(Say what?)
West Coast feel me
(Uh huh)

Dirty South
(D-d-dirty, dirty)
Can y'all really feel me?
(Like a [incomprehensible])
East Coast feel me
(Uh)
West Coast feel me
(Whoop)

Boy, I been watching you like the hawk in the sky up high
Like you are my prey
Boy, I promise you if we keep grippin' hands
I know that one of these days

We goin' hook it up, probably talk on the phone
But see, I don't know if that's good
I been holding back this secret from you
I probably shouldn't tell it if I

If I let you know
You can't tell nobody, I'm talking 'bout nobody
Are you responsible?
Boy I gotta watch my back 'cause I'm not just anybody
Is it my go, is it your go?
Sometimes I'm goody-goody, right now I'm naughty-naughty
Say yes or say no
'Cause I really need somebody, tell me are you that somebody?

Boy, won't you pick me up at the back right now
Up the block, while everyone
(Sleep, sleep, sleep?)
I'll be waiting there with my touts, my locs, my hat, just so I'm low key
If you tell the world
(Go to sleep, you know that would be weak)
Oh boy, see I'm trusting you with my heart, my soul
I probably shouldn't let ya if I

If I let this go
You can't tell nobody, I'm talkin' 'bout nobody
I hope you're responsible
Boy I gotta watch my back 'cause I'm not just anybody
Is it my go,or is it your go?
Sometimes I'm goody-goody, right now I'm naughty-naughty
Say yes or say no
'Cause I really need somebody, tell me are you that somebody

Baby girl, I'm the man from the big VA
(What?)
Won't you come play round my way and listen to what I gotta say?
Timbaland, don't you know I am the man?
Rock shows here in Virginia, Japan have people shaking, shaking my hand

Baby girl, better known as Aaliyah
Give me goosebumps and hot feet making playa haters believe
Don't cha know gotta tell somebody?
(What? What?)
'Cause I really need somebody, tell me are you that somebody?

If I let this go
You can't tell nobody, I'm talkin' bout nobody
Are you responsible?
Boy I gotta watch my back 'cause I'm not just anybody
Is it my go, or is it your go?
Sometimes I'm goody-goody, right now I'm naughty-naughty
Say yes or say no
'Cause I really need somebody, tell me are you that somebody?

You can't tell nobody, I'm talkin' bout nobody
I hope you're responsible?
Boy I gotta watch my back 'cause I'm not just anybody
Is it my go, or is it your go?
Sometimes I'm goody-goody, right now I'm naughty-naughty
Say yes or say no
'Cause I really need somebody, tell me are you that somebody?

Is it my go, is it your go?
Sometimes I'm goody-goody, right now I'm naughty-naughty
'Cause I really need somebody, tell me are you that somebody?
You can't tell nobody, I'm talkin 'bout nobody
Boy I gotta watch my back so I'm not just anybody

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Are U That Somebody? - Lyrics - Aaliyah

Title: Are U That Somebody?
Artist: Aaliyah
Composer(s): Stephen Garrett, Tim Mosley

Lyric:
Dirty South
(Uh huh)
Can y'all really feel me?
(Feel this)
East Coast feel me
(Feel this)
West Coast feel me
(Say what?)

Dirty South
(Uh, here we go)
Can y'all really feel me?
(Baby girl)
East Coast feel me
(Uh huh)
West Coast feel me
(Can you feel this?)

Dirty South
(Dirty, dirty)
Can y'all really feel me?
(Feel it)
East Coast feel me
(Say what?)
West Coast feel me
(Uh huh)

Dirty South
(D-d-dirty, dirty)
Can y'all really feel me?
(Like a [incomprehensible])
East Coast feel me
(Uh)
West Coast feel me
(Whoop)

Boy, I been watching you like the hawk in the sky up high
Like you are my prey
Boy, I promise you if we keep grippin' hands
I know that one of these days

We goin' hook it up, probably talk on the phone
But see, I don't know if that's good
I been holding back this secret from you
I probably shouldn't tell it if I

If I let you know
You can't tell nobody, I'm talking 'bout nobody
Are you responsible?
Boy I gotta watch my back 'cause I'm not just anybody
Is it my go, is it your go?
Sometimes I'm goody-goody, right now I'm naughty-naughty
Say yes or say no
'Cause I really need somebody, tell me are you that somebody?

Boy, won't you pick me up at the back right now
Up the block, while everyone
(Sleep, sleep, sleep?)
I'll be waiting there with my touts, my locs, my hat, just so I'm low key
If you tell the world
(Go to sleep, you know that would be weak)
Oh boy, see I'm trusting you with my heart, my soul
I probably shouldn't let ya if I

If I let this go
You can't tell nobody, I'm talkin' 'bout nobody
I hope you're responsible
Boy I gotta watch my back 'cause I'm not just anybody
Is it my go,or is it your go?
Sometimes I'm goody-goody, right now I'm naughty-naughty
Say yes or say no
'Cause I really need somebody, tell me are you that somebody

Baby girl, I'm the man from the big VA
(What?)
Won't you come play round my way and listen to what I gotta say?
Timbaland, don't you know I am the man?
Rock shows here in Virginia, Japan have people shaking, shaking my hand

Baby girl, better known as Aaliyah
Give me goosebumps and hot feet making playa haters believe
Don't cha know gotta tell somebody?
(What? What?)
'Cause I really need somebody, tell me are you that somebody?

If I let this go
You can't tell nobody, I'm talkin' bout nobody
Are you responsible?
Boy I gotta watch my back 'cause I'm not just anybody
Is it my go, or is it your go?
Sometimes I'm goody-goody, right now I'm naughty-naughty
Say yes or say no
'Cause I really need somebody, tell me are you that somebody?

You can't tell nobody, I'm talkin' bout nobody
I hope you're responsible?
Boy I gotta watch my back 'cause I'm not just anybody
Is it my go, or is it your go?
Sometimes I'm goody-goody, right now I'm naughty-naughty
Say yes or say no
'Cause I really need somebody, tell me are you that somebody?

Is it my go, is it your go?
Sometimes I'm goody-goody, right now I'm naughty-naughty
'Cause I really need somebody, tell me are you that somebody?
You can't tell nobody, I'm talkin 'bout nobody
Boy I gotta watch my back so I'm not just anybody

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How Do You Feel - Lyrics - Akinyele

Title: How Do You Feel
Artist: Akinyele
Composer(s): Akinyele Adams, B Byrd, K Cheatham, C Mclean, Andrew Venable, K Yancey

Lyric:
How do you feel now that you know you cheated on me?
Was she as good, goody, goody, good as can be?
And how do you feel knowing that I know?
And how do you feel 'cause I'm out the door?
And how do you feel knowing that I cheated on you too?

Now did she get you open with a 69
Doggystyle that's from the back and from behind
Now, did she do you well? Did she go down low?
Did she take it fast or did she take it slow?

See my guy he did me and he did me well
He kissed my lips, he touched my tits and then my panties fell
With some cherry jello and the cool whip cream
I could feel man dick go up inside of me

How do you feel now that you know you cheated on me?
Was she as good, goody, goody, good as can be?
Now how do you feel knowing that I know?
And how do you feel 'cause I'm out the door?
And how do you feel knowing that I cheated on you too?

Now did she get you open with a second round
On the bed, the chair or maybe on the ground?
Was it as good, as good as you thought it'd be?
Did the skinny amateur even compare to me?

Now when my guy got finished with his love and flow
He showed me many, many things that you didn't know
And by the time we reached, found 44
He took his time, laid me down and we made love some more

How do you feel now that you know you cheated on me?
I hope she was good, goody, goody, good as can be?
Now how do you feel if I ever told you?
'Cause if we had a camera we would have showed you
'Cause how good it felt, how good it felt when I cheated on you too

Ha, now I didn't even mean to cheat on your pussy
I found another lady who said, she'd fuck me for free
And I didn't even like have to eat her out
The first thing she put the dick up in her mouth

Now I'm not saying that I was loving the chick
I was a little astonished from the way she was sucking the dick
Don't get me wrong later on I'll probably be fucking the chick
Get on some Donald shit then start ducking the chick

Now the motherfucking moral of the story is
You cheat on me, I'll cheat on you that's just how it is
My new sweetie, she know I don't come speedy
Before she give me long head like Nefertiti

Now what we do with me and you don't go tell he or she
Keep it to yourself like Monica Lewinsky
So we don't blow trial or get caught up
When we're cheating in the night 'cause we hard up

Keep your guards up when you creeping through
'Cause all the bitches that cheat this song's for you
And all the niggas that cheat this song's for you
And everybody that cheats this song's for you, it goes

How do you feel now that you know you cheated on me?
I hope she was good, goody, goody, good as can be?
Now how do you feel if I ever told you?
'Cause if we had a camera we would have showed you
'Cause how good it felt, how good it felt when I cheated on you too

Don't trust no nigga or bitch that calls you the word, boo
'Cause they might be cheating on you, you

Don't trust no nigga or bitch that calls you the word, boo
'Cause they might be cheating on you, you

Don't trust no nigga or bitch that calls you the word, boo
'Cause they might be cheating on you, you

Don't trust no nigga or bitch that calls you the word, boo
'Cause they might be cheating on you

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Little Goody Two Shoes - Lyrics - Elvis Costello

Title: Little Goody Two Shoes
Artist: Elvis Costello
Composer(s): Elvis Costello

Lyric:
You can take a powder, you can take a drink
You can keep the shrink and the kitchen sink
You can write my name in Heaven in invisible ink
But just leave me feeling when there's no time to think

Little goody two shoes is here to clinch
You can miss it by a mile or you can miss by an inch
Don't move a muscle, baby, don't even flinch
Or little goody two shoes will feel the pinch

You can tear me under, you can give me lip
You can take me over, you can give me the slip
You can take off everything or tear me off the strip
With a bullet in the chamber and another in the clip

Little goody two shoes is here to clinch
You can miss it by a mile or you can miss by an inch
Don't move a muscle, baby, don't even flinch
Or little goody two shoes will feel the pinch

Just when you thought you got what you deserved
When you think it's time to stop trying
A voice says, "Boy, have you got a nerve
Why do you have to keep crying and crying?"

You can take me outside, you can take me apart
You can take me upstairs, you can take me to heart
You can take the decision that it's time to depart
Don't try to stop me when you told me to start

Little goody two shoes is here to clinch
You can miss it by a mile or you can miss by an inch
Don't move a muscle, baby, don't even flinch
Or little goody two shoes will feel the pinch

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Mama'S Pearl - Lyrics - Jackson 5

Title: Mama'S Pearl
Artist: Jackson 5
Composer(s): Frederick Perren, Deke Richards, Berry (Jr) Gordy, Alphonso Mizell

Lyric:
You send cold chills up and down my spine
We kiss for thrill, don't you draw the line, no, baby?
(Oh, baby)
'Cause ya mama told you that love ain't right
But don't you know good lovin' is the spice of life, yeah?

Mama's pearl, let down those curls
Won't you give my love a whirl?
Find what you've been missin'?
(What you've been missin'?)

Ooh, ooh, now baby
Goody girl, let down those curls
Won't give you give your heart a twirl?
Don't keep me wishin'
(Keep me wishin')

Boom, ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom, boom
Boom, ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom, boom
Boom, ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom, boom
Boom, ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom, boom

You want my lovin' and yes you do, do, do
(Yes you do, I know you do)
You know my lovin' and it's true, true, true now, baby
(Oh, baby)
But your conscience tell you love is wrong
(Oh)
But did you know good lovin' never hurt no one

Oh, mama's pearl, let down those curls
Won't you give my love a whirl?
Find what you've been missin'?
(What you've been missin'?)

Ooh, ooh, now baby
Goody girl, let down those curls
Let me give your heart a twirl
Don't keep me wishin'
(Keep me wishin')

Let it all hang out, girl
(Girl, don't be afraid)
Oh, you've got the first step made
Ooh, the rest is up to you
Oh, feel is what you do
Let yourself go

Let your lovin' flow, now, now, now
Let your lovin' flow, now, now, now
Just give in to me
('Cause I've got what you need)
Got what you need

Let's fall in love, let's fall in love
Find out what you're missin'
Goody girl, let those curls
Let me give your heart a twirl
Won't you give my love a whirl?

Girl, don't be afraid
Oh, you've got the first step made
Oh, just give in, just give in to me
'Cause I've got what you need
Got what you need

Let's fall in love, let's fall in love
Let yourself go
[Incomprehensible]
Let your lovin' flow
Just give it to me
('Cause I've got what you need)
(Got what you need)

Girl, don't be afraid
(Let's fall in love, let's fall in love)
Daddy's girl, we've got it made
(Let's fall in love, let's fall in love)

Find out what you've been missin', sugar
Goody, goody, goody, girl, ooh, find out, girl
Mama's pearl, don't be afraid
(Let's fall in love, let's fall in love)
Daddy's girl, we've got it made
(Let's fall in love, let's fall in love)

Girl, don't be afraid
Ooh, we've got the first step made

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You Belong To Me - Lyrics - Rock & Roll Music - Elvis Costello

Title: You Belong To Me
Album: Rock & Roll Music
Artist: Elvis Costello
Composer(s): Elvis Costello

Lyric:
What are you girls gonna tell your mother?
I don't want to hear another word about young lovers
Or hiding your boyfriend in the cupboard
She's been to see the doctor, so you hope that she recovers

You act dumb
You say you're so numb
You say you don't come
Under his thumb

Don't wanna be a goody, goody
I don't want just anybody
No, I don't want anybody
Saying, "You belong to me, you belong to me"

Your eyes are absent, your mouth is silent
Pumping like a fire hydrant
Things you see are getting hard to swallow
You're easily led, but you're much too scared to follow

You've been warned
You're going to get torn
No uniform is gonna keep you warm

Don't wanna be a goody, goody
I don't want just anybody
No, I don't want anybody
Saying, "You belong to me, you belong to me"

You belong to me, you belong to me, you belong to me
You belong to me, you belong to me, you belong to me
You belong to me, you belong to me, you belong to me
You, you belong to me, you, you belong to me

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Une Chambre Pour La Nuit - Lyrics - Blue System

Title: Une Chambre Pour La Nuit
Artist: Blue System
Composer(s): Dieter Bohlen

Lyric:
Oh, she's crying when I hold her
When the moon rises her photo
Oh, she's waiting, in the night caruso sings
Oh, she's calling when I told her
Like the ocean touch the sand girl
I'll come back, babe
To the bed at the end of the world
She said, it is true, is it really true
I will wait for you
Baby, baby, baby

Une chambre pour la nuit
Is waiting for you and me
You're so good, you're so good
You're goody, you're goody
You're good to me
Une chambre pour la nuit
I love the way you love me
You're so good, you're so good
You're goody, you're goody
You're good to me

Oh, she's waiting, she's so lonely
She told me that I'm the only
Oh, she's waiting, in the light at the end of the world
She puts a candle in the window
That I'll find the way and I know
Oh, she's waiting
In the night caruso sings
She said, it is true, is it really true
I will wait for you
Baby, baby, baby

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The Clapping Song - Lyrics - (Aaron's Party) Come Get It - Aaron Carter

Title: The Clapping Song
Album: (Aaron's Party) Come Get It
Artist: Aaron Carter
Composer(s): Lincoln Chase, James Mccarthy, Larry Kent

Lyric:
Lets go
Lets go
Come on

3, 6, 9
The goose drank wine
The monkey chew tobacco on the straight car line
The line broke, the monkey got choked
And they all went to heaven in a little rowboat

Clap pat, clap pat, clap pat, clap slap
Clap pat! Clap your hand
Pat it on your partners hand, right hand
Clap pat! Clap your hand
Cross it with your left arm
Pat your partners left palm

Clap pat! Clap your hand
Pat your partners right palm
Clap slap! Clap your hand
Slap your thigh and sing a little song
Go

My mama told me if I was lucky
That she would treat me
If I was goody
My aunty told her, I should act older
No I'm not kidding
That's what she told her

3, 6, 9
The goose drank wine
The monkey chew tobacco on the streetcar line
The line broke, the monkey got choked
And they all went to heaven in a little rowboat

Clap clap
Clap your hands and prepare to pat

Clap
Take your right arm
Pat your partners palm with your right palm
Clap
Take your hand back and clap

Clap
Take your right arm
Cross your right arm with your left arm
Pat your partners left palm with your left palm
Clap
Now back with a clap

Take your hand to your palm and slap your thigh
And watch the fun materialize
As you sing this little song

My mama told me if I was lucky
That she would treat me
If I was goody
My aunty told her, I should act older
No I'm not kidding
That's what she told her

3, 6, 9
The goose drank wine
The monkey chew tobacco on the streetcar line
The line broke, the monkey got choked
And they all went to heaven in a little rowboat

My mama told me if I was lucky
That she would treat me
If I was goody
My aunty told her, I should act older
No I'm not kidding
That's what she told her
(That's what she told her)

My mama told me if I was lucky
That she would treat me
If I was goody
(I don't believe it)
My aunty told her, I should act older
(Yeah right)
No I'm not kidding
That's what she told her
(Can you believe it?)

3, 6, 9
The goose drank wine
The monkey chew tobacco on the streetcar line
The line broke, the monkey got choked
And they all went to heaven in a little rowboat

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Skin - Lyrics - Blender - Collective Soul

Title: Skin
Album: Blender
Artist: Collective Soul
Composer(s): Ed Roland

Lyric:
I'm starting to feel loopy, your dizziness consumes me
And Jesus don't speak English but I do think I understand
The rhyme and the reason of a goody good gentleman
If I were one I swear I'd still be tasting your skin

The sky tonight is gracious to rain on me your sweetness
Jesus don't speak English but I do think I understand
The rhyme and the reason of a goody good gentleman
If I were one I swear I'd still be tasting your skin

I scream an explanation, your world is so contagious
Jesus don't speak English but I do think I understand
The rhyme and the reason of a goody good gentleman
If I were one I swear I'd still be tasting your skin, skin, skin

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Cheat - Lyrics - Rancid

Title: Cheat
Artist: Rancid
Composer(s): Mick Jones, John Mellor

Lyric:
I get violent when I'm fucked up
I get silent when I'm drugged up
Want excitement, don't get none, I go wild

I don't know, what can be done about it
If you play the game, you get nothing out of it
Find out for yourself try bein' a goody goody

You better cheat, cheat, no reason to play fair
Cheat, cheat, or don't get anywhere
Cheat, cheat, if you can't win

Nobody knows what they are doing
It's beyond your control, an' Friday night's a ruin
If you wanna survive you better learn how to lie

Don't use the rules
They're not for you, they're for the fools
And you're a fool if you don't know that
So use the rule you stupid fool

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Time And Time Again - Lyrics - Cookbook - Missy Elliott

Title: Time And Time Again
Album: Cookbook
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Melvin Coleman, Melissa A Elliott

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Lyric:
Ohh oh, ohh, yeah, yeah
Ooh ooh, aw, yeah
Oh, yeah
Aw, yeah, yes, woo

The things you say to me, can't make or break me
Everything you bought I give back absolutely everything
And, I am through wit'chu, you and your crazy moods
You be trippin' and slippin' and givin' attitude
(Holla)

I deserve the finger things, the joy that love brings
And you'll be missin' my kisses and makin' love scenes
I'm better off alone, can't wait 'til you get gone
Ain't no need to keep hopin' 'cause it's, over and done

Why do you keep comin' back, time and time again
You promised me you'd change your ways, time and time again
I heard the same old line from you time and time again
And why I take you back because I cannot change you man

Why do you keep comin' back, time and time again
You promised me you'd change your ways, time and time again
I heard the same old line from you time and time again
And why I take you back because I cannot change you man
(Yes)

No use in talkin', better get to walkin'
Better get them chicks who turn tricks 'cause I'm just too smart
Man, I hate men who lie, who look me in my eyes
Come up with alibis, for the thousandth time

I won't take bullshit, leave your ass with the quickness
Because I'm stable and able to live my life alone
Boy I'm through wit'chu, no more to say or do
'Cause you're too confused, and it's over and done

Why do you keep comin' back, time and time again
You promised me you'd change your ways, time and time again
I heard the same old line from you time and time again
And why I take you back because I cannot change you man

Why do you keep comin' back, time and time again
You promised me you'd change your ways, time and time again
I heard the same old line from you time and time again
And why I take you back because I cannot change you man

I be comin' with a rap on a ballad
You should vote Misdemeanor on your ballots
'Cause you know I blow your mind any time that I rhyme
And I'll be down for a challenge

I'm, wicked, I C K icked
Not Twista twisted
From coast to coast I brag and boast
I'm better than most and sufficient

I got that good love, that goody, goody, good love
That puddy, puddy, pusha
Slick talkin' sista, to any nigga
That wanna get with her
Don't never diss her

M dot S E
And let me stop playin' with y'all motherfuckers
This ain't no rap record, get back to the hook

Why do you keep comin' back, time and time again
You promised me you'd change your ways, time and time again
I heard the same old line from you time and time again
And why I take you back because I can not change you man

Why do you keep comin' back, time and time again
You promised me you'd change your ways, time and time again
I heard the same old line from you time and time again
And why I take you back because I can not change you man

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Peep Game - Lyrics - Strictly For My N.I.G.G.A.Z. - 2pac

Title: Peep Game
Album: Strictly For My N.I.G.G.A.Z.
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Bobby Ervin, Curtis Mayfield, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Corey D Lloyd

Lyric:
So what the fuck you talkin' about?

Goody, goody, gumdrops, nigga, get your hoodie
An' your gun cocked, rock it 'til the drum stops
Hip hop, even if my shit flip flop
An' it probably wouldn't stop, talk shit an' get socked

How ya hang 'em? Know a realer, nigga? You could bring him
If I don't represent the shit, I'll kick it, we could sway him
As if I know ya, then I could show ya
But if I don't know, I got a fo'-fo' fo' ya

So, so peep game at point blank range
The fame can't change what the game maintains
Strange, wind against the grain
Aw, shit, flick or no flick, I tricks for no bitch

Catch up on your pimpin', I ain't simpin', I'ma dis her
Couldn't be my sister if she actin' like I missed her
Tell me why they, tell me why they, tell me why they play me?
Don't these niggas know that neither one of y'all can flay me?

I ain't big, I ain't buff, I ain't Diesel
But fuck wit Tupac an' pop goes the weasel
Me an' Threat made a bet on how many fellas
Would jack a mothafuckin' real nigga 'coz they jealous

They do it for the fame, explain, insane
What's in a name, what's in a name? Peep game

Punk bitch, how ya like me now?
Can't fuck around wit the funky style
Put it together like a puzzle builder
If Trenton don't getcha, Pops gon' kill ya

Killa Cali, the state where they kill
Down wit Oaktown? What's up homie, can I chill?
The bitches lookin' funny, feel 'em at me, feel 'em at me
Wit they minds on they Heaven, wit they 3 5 7

Where you at? On the freeway, deep in LA
Okay, see you when get here, loc, okay
Here I am, here I am, goddamn, that was quick
Told ya I was comin', who is that? Is that your woman?

Na, that's just a hooch lookin' for some juice
What's up my nigga? What ya know, a nigga got a little bigger
That's all folks know, fat gold ropes
Gotta keep a low key for my attack when I approach

I want the diamonds, the pearls, the round the way girls
'Coz baby got, baby got backs out this world
Would you give a fee? Never, fly like a feather
Make more money than your father an' your momma put together

The game is to be sold, not to be told
So buy it, can't afford it?
Low budget hoes gotta brother, peep game

Punk bitch, how ya like me now?
Can't fuck around wit the funky style
Put it together like a puzzle builder
If Trenton don't getcha, Pops gon' kill ya

Don't sell out, get the hell out
'Coz here I come, hit 'em with my bop gun
They came an' they blast, we got wit they ass
An' oh, pop this vest an' all the rest of that mess

Comin' through like Terminator 2
Bruise your crew 'coz we ain't afraid of you
You know what time it is wit me once the clock strike 3
They go for coo coo like Cocoa Puffs, ooh, wee

Punk bitch, how ya like me now?
Can't fuck around wit the funky style
Put it together like a puzzle builder
If Trenton don't getcha, Pops gon' kill ya

Time to get paid, time to get paid, check
Time to represent the West, on me, nothin' but a vest
Got my hands on my glock, eyes on the prize
First sucka jump, first sucka die

Gimme mine, gimme mine, gimme mine like I told ya
Hard as a boulder, mothafuckin' soldier
Boom bam boom, it's a stick up
Vice President Dan Quayle eat a dick up, peep game

Punk bitch, how ya like me now?
Can't fuck around wit the funky style
Put it together like a puzzle builder
If Trenton don't getcha, Pops gon' kill ya

Punk bitch, how ya like me now?
Can't fuck around wit the funky style
Put it together like a puzzle builder
If Trenton don't getcha, Pops gon' kill ya

Punk bitch, fuck all those mothafuckas
They all can eat a mothafuckin' dick up
Word up, fuck the police, I don't give a fuck
Bobcat in this mothafucka, boy

Big up, big up to the criminals, fuck 'em
This is serious business, yeah, Microphone Mafia
Tupac, Threat, Bobcat, 93 shot
Yeah, nigga, bitch

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Jook Gal (Remix) - Lyrics - Elephant Man

Title: Jook Gal (Remix)
Artist: Elephant Man
Composer(s): Gene Griffin, Aaron Hall, Wayne Hardnett, M Plunkett, Teddy Riley, O'Neil Bryan, Johnny Kemp, J Smith

Lyric:
Elephant Man
(Lil' Jon)
Elephant, Lil' Jon
(Hey, hey)
Bone Crusher wid anotha hit song
New York girls Carribean
(Hey, hey)

Brukout and wine to di song oonu wine now
(This is for all the sexy ladies out there, we need to see ya)
Wine up oonu waistline, rotate it like a tire
(Let's go, let's go, hey, let's go)
Sing

Elephant Man
(Lil' Jon)
Shake that booty, turn it around
(Hey, hey, hey)
Back that ass up, wine go down

(Okay)
Shake that booty
(Hey, hey, hey)
Turn it around
Back that ass up, wine go down

Yuh up inna di club and di music sweet
Yuh fi jook gal
(Jook gal, jook gal, jook gal)
Hand pon di wall, look inna di mirror
And jook gal
(Jook gal, jook gal, jook gal)
Hand pon di ground bumpa inna di air

And jook gal
(Jook gal, jook gal, jook gal)
Junk in di trunk, wine up yuh rump
And jook gal
(Jook gal, jook gal, jook gal)

Shake that ass
(Wine, wine)
y'all lookin' fine
(Wine, wine)

One ting deh pon yuh mind
(Wine, wine)
Bend over and wine
(Wine, wine)

Di Jamaican girls
(Wine, wine)
Di New York girls
(Wine, wine)

Mi see di down south girls dem a
(Wine wine, hey)
Dem a wine wine dem a wine, wine

Let me see you wine, let me see you wine
Let me see you wine, hey and shake that shit
Let me see you pop, let me see you pop
Let me see you pop, hey and shake that shit

Let me see you wine, let me see you wine
Let me see you wine, hey and shake that shit
Let me see you pop, let me see you pop
Let me see you pop, hey and shake that shit

Shake that booty, turn it around
Back that ass up, wine go down
Shake that booty, turn it around
Back that ass up, wine go down

Wine up your body, no pushin' and shovin'
(What)
Crowd keep movin', 'cause the music is pumpin'
(Huh)

Girl, keep it groovin' now I see ya dumpin'
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Hey, look here, girl, won't you tell me somethin'
(French?)
Now that this chimney's tumblin'

House to earthquake just keep on comin'
(Huh)
I love them ladies with the extra dunkin'
Now back that ass up and give me somethin'
(What)
To Live me, baby, just move somethin'
(What)

Wine girl, you just so fine, girl
(Yeah)
Let me see ya grind it up, girl
(Yeah)
Elephant and Crusher 'gon rock the world
It's party time, come here, girl

Yuh up inna di club and di music sweet
Yuh fi jook gal
(Jook gal, jook gal, jook gal)
Hand pon di wall, look inna di mirror
And jook gal
(Jook gal, jook gal, jook gal)

Hand pon di ground bumpa inna di air
And jook gal
(Jook gal, jook gal, jook gal)
Junk in di trunk, wine up yuh rump
And jook gal
(Jook gal, jook gal, jook gal)

(Put yuh hands on di floor)
Cock up yuh bumpa a little more
Cock it up mek mi slam it like a door
(Put yuh hands on di floor)

Yuh hear mi love it when mi talk to her
Split and spread out like manure
(Put yuh hands on di floor)
Every man love see girl galore

Shabba seh him waan more pon more
(Put yuh hands on di floor)
True yuh goody goody get a encore
Every girl fi brukout like sore
(Mad sick head nuh good)

Shake that booty, turn it around
Back that ass up, wine go down
Shake that booty, turn it around
Back that ass up, wine go down

Love see girls a wine, love see girls a shake dem behind
Search di dancefloor till mi find weh mi flip di coin
Kiprich and di gal dem a wine
Hold up let's go back in time memba Jeanie wine

Memba Jeanie when yuh see mi gimme grind
Now a dancehall queenie queenie time
Jump between di lines stoosh girls stop stoosh dem a wine
Every girl waan dem career shine
(Junk in di trunk)

If yuh nah wine could a get a conflict
Wid it like a Shaolin Monk
(Mi seh junk in di trunk)
Come on girl mek mi see booty bounce
Pon di floor, di dressa or di bank
(All girls)

Shake that booty, turn it around
Back that ass up, wine go down
Shake that booty, turn it around
Back that ass up, wine go down

Yuh up inna di club and di music sweet
Yuh fi jook gal
(Jook gal, jook gal, jook gal)
Hand upon di wall, look inna di mirror
And jook gal
(Jook gal, jook gal, jook gal)

Hand pon di ground bumpa inna di air
And jook gal
(Jook gal, jook gal, jook gal)
Junk in di trunk, wine up yuh rump
And jook gal
(Jook gal, jook gal, jook gal)

Shake that booty, turn it around
Back that ass up, wine go down
Shake that booty, turn it around
Back that ass up, wine go down

Yuh up inna di club and di music sweet
Yuh fi jook gal
(Jook gal, jook gal, jook gal)
Hand upon di wall, look inna di mirror
And jook gal
(Jook gal, jook gal, jook gal)

Hand pon di ground bumpa inna di air
And jook gal
(Jook gal, jook gal, jook gal)
Junk in di trunk, wine up yuh rump
And jook gal
(Jook gal, jook gal, jook gal)

Shake that ass
(Wine, wine)
Y'all lookin fine
(Wine, wine)

One ting deh pon yuh mind
(Wine, wine)
Bend over and wine
(Wine, wine)

Di Jamaican girls
(Wine, wine)
Di New York girls
(Wine, wine)

Mi see di down south girls dem a
(Wine, wine)
Dem a wine, wine, dem a wine, wine, alright

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