Wind-Up Toy - Lyrics - Hey Stoopid - Alice Cooper

Title: Wind-Up Toy
Album: Hey Stoopid
Artist: Alice Cooper
Composer(s): Jack Ponti, Bob Pfeifer, Vic Pepe, Alice Cooper

Lyric:
Voices come from down the hall
In my room, all painted white
I have my bat and rubber ball
I like to sleep with them at night

But now, I'm all smiles
The good little shots must be winning
Yes, they crank my dial
My motor is stalled but my wheels are still spinning

Daddy won't discuss me
What a state I must be?
Mommy couldn't stand
Living with a wind-up toy

All my friends live on the floor
Tiny legs and tiny eyes
They're free to crawl under the door
And, and someday soon, so will I

But now, I'm all smiles
These good little shocks must be workin'
I'm so happy now
Look, my fingers don't shake and my head isn't jerkin'

Daddy won't discuss me
What a pain I must be?
Mommy couldn't stand
Having such a wound-up boy

Doctors wanna check me
Poke me and dissect me
What do they expect, feelings from a wind up toy?
I don't think so, I'm just a wind-up toy
A wind-up toy

I'm lost in a nightmare, shiny white halls
Drawing rats on the wall
Solitary confinement, chained in a cell
Got my own private hell

Preacher crucifies me
Warden wants to fry me
I was never young
Never just a little boy

Daddy won't discuss me
Oh, what a pain I must be?
Mama couldn't stand
Having such a wound-up boy
I'm just a wind-up toy

I'm a wind-up toy
I'm just a wind-up toy
I'm just a wind-up toy
I'm just a wind-up toy
Wind-up toy, wind-up toy
I'm just a wind-up toy
Wind-up toy, wind-up toy
I'm just a wind-up toy
I'm just a wind-up toy
I'm just a wind-up, wind-up
Wind-up, wind-up, wind-up toy
I'm just a wind-up toy
Wind-up toy, wind-up toy

{You know they come here every night
I see them, don t you see them?
Hmm, thats odd, isn't it?
I'm so tired, I'm winding down
You'll have to go now, it's bed time
Demon}

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Chestnut Street Revisited - Lyrics - John Mellencamp

Title: Chestnut Street Revisited
Artist: John Mellencamp
Composer(s): John Mellencamp

Lyric:
Well I've lived and breathed and been disbelieved
In these small town streets too long
I've held nothin' but aces and been many places
And hung on the corner 'til dawn
But my hands they have been tied
To a life I've been denied
I'm just a small town boy bein' used like a toy
And workin' a nine to five

Well I worked like a fool 'til after done with high school
Just to form a rock and rollin' band
But the streets were exploding and my life I was decoding
Had a dream I couldn't understand
And but I work it out everyday
For no fun and very little pay
I'm just a small town boy bein' used like a toy
And doin' what other people say

Well I've drooled and fooled and been ridiculed
For havin' dreams just above my reach
And I've lied and died and tried suicide
For all the things you people wanna preach
But I always had to turn the other way
When I heard those home folks say
They say, "You're just a small town boy bein' used like a toy
And livin' on a day to day"

But you must believe that when I walk down the tracks
All those young girls fall back and they say
"There goes that sleek young silhouette
He don't drive no Corvette but he stings just like a Sting Ray"
And that's my only redemption in this house of detention
That keeps me from simply blowin' it all away
'Cause when I walk down the street in the hot summer heat
I say, "God don't take this away"

Well by the end of the day, all the kids would go play
And I'd come staggering back home
With those dream in my hand and a master plan
That wouldn't leave my mind alone
Well I compromised all my schemes
And I fluctuated all my dreams
But I'm just a small town boy bein' used like a toy
And nothing is like it really seems

But what a fool I must seem to have all these dreams
And try to live them all through
It's like a slap on your face, with a mercury chrome taste
When the dream, the dream is long overdue
And it seems kinda strange that nobody came
To the game that I have put myself through
And when I walk down the street in the hot summer heat
I say, "What the hell can I do?"

Well I keep hopin' and wishin' that these romantic positions
Gonna help me hide all this pain
And all the hurt that I've felt underneath my leather studded belt
Of not findin' my fortune and fame
Some day I'll blow 'em away with the things that I sing and I say
I'm just a small town boy bein' used like a toy
And waitin' on my pay day

I'm just a small town boy bein' used like a toy
And waitin' on my pay day
One two three four

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Just A Toy - Lyrics - Born On A Pirate Ship - Barenaked Ladies

Title: Just A Toy
Album: Born On A Pirate Ship
Artist: Barenaked Ladies
Composer(s): Steven Page, Ed Robertson

Lyric:
Look at my mouth, a thin painted line
Look at my limbs, bent up and bundled in twine
Forever, ever mine
Form of a tree, shape of a child
I wish I could cry, stuck in a permanent smile
Forever, ever mine

I know you must have loved me sometime
But now I?m just a toy
I know you must have loved me sometime

First there was me, nothing but time
Till he came along, you told me you?d always be mine
Forever, ever mine
Look at his face, somewhat like mine
But look at his nose, you can always be sure that he?s lying
Forever, ever mine

I know you must have loved me sometime
Now I?m just a toy
I know you must have loved me sometime
But now I?m just a toy who needs you
A boy to be who needs to be

Better than him, worthy of you
Given the chance that he had, I know what I?d do
Forever, ever mine
I call him liar, you call him son
If I could move, I?d set him on fire and I?d run
Forever and forever

I know you must have loved me sometime
But now I?m just a toy
I know you must have loved me sometime
But now I?m just a toy

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Shabby Doll - Lyrics - Elvis Costello

Title: Shabby Doll
Artist: Elvis Costello
Composer(s): Elvis Costello

Lyric:
1, 2, 3, 4

Giving you more of what for
Always worked for me before
Now I'm a shabby doll

What's going on behind the
Green elevator door
With just a shabby doll

There's a hit man facing
A compromising situation
With just a shabby doll

And a very neat line
In character assassination
She's just a shabby doll

She's just a shabby doll
She's putting him off and putting you on
She's just the shabby doll

She's just the shabby doll
You're swearing upon you know in your heart
She's gone you know in your heart
She's just a shabby doll

There's a girl in this dress
There's always a girl in distress
She's just a shabby doll

She's so sure she's self-possessed
Then again she's half undressed
She's just a shabby doll

The boy that I used to be
Showed no sign of sympathy
For just a shabby doll

I have betrayed you and me
And paid for my own bribery
With just a shabby doll

She's just a shabby doll
She's putting him off and putting you on
She's just the shabby doll

She's just the shabby doll
You're swearing upon you know in your heart
She's gone you know in your heart
She's just a shabby doll

He's the tired toy that everyone enjoyed
He wants to be a fancy man
But he's nothing but a nancy boy
He's all pride and no joy

And being what you might call a whore
Always worked for me before
Now he's a shabby doll

Untie the gag the cat's out of the bag
But won't show his claws
He's just a shabby doll

She said you must be joking
Some things are best unspoken
You're just a shabby doll

He's lying limp and soaking
He was openly broken
By just a shabby doll

She's just a shabby doll
She's putting him off and putting you on
She's just the shabby doll

She's just the shabby doll
You're swearing upon you know in your heart
She's gone you know in your heart
She's just a shabby doll

She's just a shabby doll
She's just a shabby doll
She's just a shabby doll
She's just a shabby doll

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Lovely - Lyrics - Dark Days Bright Nights - Bubba Sparxxx

Title: Lovely
Album: Dark Days Bright Nights
Artist: Bubba Sparxxx
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Scott S Storch, Warren Anderson Mathis

Lyric:
Here it comes again
Come on, come on
Here it comes again
Come on, come on

Don't I look extra slick in this Nautica?
Just think, it was you that she bought it for
Now you lookin' through receipts tryin' to audit her?
Man that shit ain't really happen, I thought it up, call her up
'Cause that little groupie out anyhow
I could a done it shit I'm fuckin' with Timmy now
If I had her it just would a been in and out
Back in that Escalade, we spinnin' out, women shout

Bubba brought some shit and we noticed it
Got them hoes stuck listenin' motionless
Please don't think of me as a chauvinist
But I am on fire and I'm knowin' this, blowin' this
Whole landscape to fragments and yeah you heard right I'm in Athens
Can't hardly keep up with these fashions
That's why forever Ralph Lauren's my passion, ask him

Just gimme a minute
I betcha every thing will turn out lovely
Just gimme a minute
I'm a be a-ight just trust me

Just gimme a minute
I betcha every thing will turn out lovely
Just gimme a minute
I'm a be a-ight just trust me

Fuck weak cash, I get mine on the slow roll
Beat Club eleven thou' is the logo
I ain't too far removed from the hobos
Tryin' to help 'em so I gotta get more dough, oh no
Bubba K done got in the zone boy
That's Timmy's Bentley dawg get your own toy
And as far as ladies go J lockin' that
Now that that's clear, where the vodka at?
Bring it back

I'll be takin' drunkard to Stonewall
Tell Jed hold my phone calls
He say he wanna run but he gon' crawl
You heard Get Right I done told y'all, don't stall
Let's keep this thang movin' okay bud?
Now say what? I can see why they gon' hate us
'Cause we all up in they grill like breakers

Just gimme a minute
I betcha every thing will turn out lovely
Just gimme a minute
I'm a be a-ight just trust me

Just gimme a minute
I betcha every thing will turn out lovely
Just gimme a minute
I'm a be a-ight just trust me

Boy you ain't blowin' nuttin' but hot air
All on the charts, how you got there?
Then again, ain't no secret it's not fair
But Bubba got 'em single the top scared, stop there
Met this little Betty through Demon Jones
And she love to slurp it up till the semen's gone
She must like the taste, she won't leave me 'lone
That might sound sick but to each your own, freak it on

All types of kinky little fetishes, all stimulants and all sedatives
Got interracial sense but I'm devilish
And Betty when I aim I never miss, tell 'em this
Bubba don't run with no lame ducks
Think he got a big dick but he can't fuck
That's why when you call us you hang up
And I just shot a load on that same slut

Just gimme a minute
I betcha every thing will turn out lovely
Just gimme a minute
I'm a be a-ight just trust me

Just gimme a minute
I betcha every thing will turn out lovely
Just gimme a minute
I'm a be a-ight just trust me

Just gimme a minute
I betcha every thing will turn out lovely
Just gimme a minute
I'm a be a-ight just trust me

Just gimme a minute
I betcha every thing will turn out lovely
Just gimme a minute
I'm a be a-ight just trust me

Gimme a minute, gimme a minute, gimme a minute, trust me
Gimme a minute, gimme a minute, lovely
Gimme a minute, gimme a minute, I'm in this ugly

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Toyz - Lyrics - This Is Not A Test - Missy Elliott

Title: Toyz
Album: This Is Not A Test
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Timothy Z Mosley, Craig Brockman, Melissa A Elliott

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Lyric:
What you mean I don't need you no more?
'Cause I don't
I gotta bag full of toys
And I don't need none of your boys
So you can hit every chick on the block
'Cause I'm gone be alright
Once I turn this power on, you dig?

Toys!
You don't get the job done
When I need a little loving
So I gotta do it myself if I wanna feel something
So I grab me a toy, lil' boo ain't buggin'
But now I want some affection
And you ain't giving me nothing

A toy, every girl must have a toy
The way it make you feel
Every girl has a toy now, baby
A toy, every girl must have a toy
The way it make you feel, c'mon

I keep my butterfly close
When you don't wanna be bothered
Don't come waking me up
'Cause I ain't giving you nada
'Cause I got me a toy, toy
And it works for me and it lasts longer than the battery
So you best believe that

A toy, every girl must have a toy
The way it make you feel
Every girl must have a toy
A toy, every girl must have a toy
The way it make you feel

I used to wish that you would love me
And fantasize on how we, we used to be
Until I discovered something better than you
I don't need, no need, need your loving
You wanna come home late at night
Touchin' and feelin' all over me
But I don't need no help in pleasing me

A toy, every girl must have a toy
The way it make you feel
Every girl must have a toy
A toy, every girl must have a toy
The way it make you feel, c'mon, c'mon

How could I miss you baby I didn't even know you was gone
It's obvious you aren't needed in the bedroom anymore
I'm just keeping myself occupied like all women do
When they are taking a bath and when you leave
Make sure you don't slam the door because
You fuck up my concentration
Toy!

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Toy Soldier - Lyrics - Blackout - Britney Spears

Title: Toy Soldier
Album: Blackout
Artist: Britney Spears
Composer(s): Sean Garrett, Christian Karlsson, Magnus Wallbert, Pontus Johan Winnberg

Lyric:
Yeah, smash on the radio
Bet I penned it

(Britney, break me off)
Ooh, toy soldier
(Britney, break me off)
Ooh, toy soldier

(Britney, break me off)
Ooh, toy soldier
(Britney, break me off)
Ooh, toy soldier

I'm out the door, it's automatic, simple, babe
(Why you wanna do that to me?)
I'm like a fire bottle bustin' in your face
(Why you wanna do that to me?)

So tired of you being up in my space
How much more could I take?
I'm tired of private drivers
Need a general that ain't weak

When I shut the door leavin' with my bags
Hit the scene in my new wagon
Bet he gonna wish he knew
The type of fun that I'm gettin' into

Peek-a-boo, he good
Doin' things you wish you could
He's not talkin', he's just walkin'
Like them city boys from New York

This time I need a soldier
A really bad ass soldier
That know how to take, take care of me
I'm so damn glad that's over

This time I need a soldier
I'm sick of toy soldiers
A boy that knows how to take care of me
Won't be just comin' over

I don't want no more
(Toy soldiers)
I'm simply sick and tired of those
(Toy soldiers)

I don't want no more
(Toy soldiers)
I'm simply sick and tired of those
(Toy soldiers)

I want it more than ever now
I realized that they ain't listenin'
Like a princess supposed to get it
That's why I'm dustin' off my fitted

Comin' back looking delicious
Yes I know they wanna kiss me
Now I hold them at attention
'Cause new Britney's on a mission

When I shut the door leavin' with my bags
Hit the scene in my new wagon
Bet he gonna wish he knew
The type of fun that I'm gettin' into

Peek-a-boo, he good
Doin' things you wish you could
He's not talkin', he's just walkin'
Like them city boys from New York

This time I need a soldier
A really bad ass soldier
That know how to take, take care of me
I'm so damn glad that's over

This time I need a soldier
I'm sick of toy soldiers
A boy that knows how to take care of me
Won't be just comin' over

Brit, I heard that he was sayin'
He's still in love with you and
Brit, I heard he sayin'
He could stay if he wanted to and

Brit, I heard that every man
Out here is wantin' you now
Brit, I heard, I heard
What you gonna do now?

This time I need a soldier
A really bad ass soldier
That know how to take, take care of me
I'm so damn glad that's over

This time I need a soldier
I'm sick of toy soldiers
A boy that knows how to take care of me
Won't be just comin' over

(I need, I'm so sick of toy soldiers)
The boy that knows how to take care of me
Won't be just comin' over, comin' over, comin' over
(I need, I'm so sick of toy soldiers)
The boy that knows how to take care of me
Won't be just comin' over

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'97 Bonnie And Clyde - Lyrics - Slim Shady LP - Eminem

Title: '97 Bonnie And Clyde
Album: Slim Shady LP
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Jeff Bass, Mark Bass, Marshall Mathers

Lyric:
Baby, your da-da loves you
And I'ma always be here for you no matter what happens
You're all I got in this world
I would never give you up for nothin'
Nobody in this world is ever gonna keep you from me
I love you

Come on Hai-Hai, we goin' to the beach
Grab a couple of toys and let da-da strap you in the car seat
Oh, where's mama? She's takin' a little nap in the trunk
Oh, that smell, da-da musta runned over a skunk
Now I know what you're thinkin', it's kind of late to go swimmin'
But you know your mama, she's one of those type of women
That do crazy things and if she don't get her way, she'll throw a fit
Don't play with da-da's toy knife, honey, let go of it

And don't look so upset, why you actin' bashful?
Don't you wanna help da-da build a sand castle?
And mama said she wants to show how far she can float
And don't worry about that little boo-boo on her throat
It's just a little scratch, it don't hurt
Her was eatin' dinner while you were sweepin'
And spilled ketchup on her shirt
Mama's messy, isn't she? We'll let her wash off in the water
And me and you can play by ourselves, can't we?

Just the two of us
Just the two of us
And when we ride
Just the two of us
Just the two of us
Just you and I

Just the two of us
Just the two of us
And when we ride
Just the two of us
Just the two of us
Just you and I

See honey, there's a place called Heaven and a place called Hell
A place called prison and a place called jail
And da-da's probably on his way to all of 'em except one
'Cause mama's got a new husband and a stepson
And you don't want a brother do ya?
Maybe when you're old enough to understand a little better
I'll explain it to ya but for now we'll just say mama was real, real bad
Was bein' mean to dad and made him real, real mad

But I still feel sad that I put her on time-out
Sit back in your chair, honey, quit tryin' to climb out
I told you it's okay Hai-Hai, wanna ba-ba?
Take a night-night? Nan-a-boo, goo-goo ga-ga?
Her make goo-goo ca-ca? Da-da change your dia-dee
Clean the baby up so her can take a nighty-nighty
Your dad'll wake her up as soon as we get to the water
'97 Bonnie and Clyde, me and my daughter

Just the two of us
Just the two of us
And when we ride
Just the two of us
Just the two of us
Just you and I

Just the two of us
Just the two of us
And when we ride
Just the two of us
Just the two of us
Just you and I

Wake up, sweepy head, we're here, before we play
We're gonna take mama for a wittle walk along the pier
Baby, don't cry, honey, don't get the wrong idea
Mama's too sweepy to hear you screamin' in her ear
That's why you can't get her to wake, but don't worry
Da-da made a nice bed for mommy at the bottom of the lake
Here, you wanna help da-da tie a rope around this rock?
We'll tie it to her footsie then we'll roll her off the dock

Ready now, here we go, on the count of free
One, two, free, whee
There goes mama, spwashin' in the water
No more fightin' wit' dad, no more restraining order
No more step-da-da, no more new brother
Blow her kisses bye-bye, tell mama you love her
Now we'll go play in the sand, build a castle and junk
But first, just help dad with two more things out the trunk

Just the two of us
Just the two of us
And when we ride
Just the two of us
Just the two of us
Just you and I

Just the two of us
Just the two of us
And when we ride
Just the two of us
Just the two of us
Just you and I

Just me and you baby
Is all we need in this world
Just me and you
Your da-da will always be here for you
Your da-da's always gonna love you
Remember that

If you ever need me I will always be here for you
If you ever need anything, just ask
Da-da will be right there
Your da-da loves you
I love you, baby

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Chestnut Street - Lyrics - John Mellencamp

Title: Chestnut Street
Artist: John Mellencamp
Composer(s): John Mellencamp

Lyric:
Well, I've lived and breathed and been disbelieved
In these small town streets too long
I've been up with the winners and down with the sinners
And hung on this corner 'til dawn

And my hands, they have been tied
To a life I've been denied
I'm just a small town boy, bein' used like a toy
And workin' from nine to five

By the end of the day, all the kids would go play
And I'd come staggering home
With a dream in my hand and a master plan
That wouldn't leave my mind alone

And I compromised all my schemes
And fluctuated all my dreams
I'm just a small town boy, bein' used like a toy
And nothing is like it really seems

But you must believe that when I walk down the tracks
The young girls fall back and say
There goes that sleek young silhouette
He don't drive no Corvette, but he stings just like a Sting Ray

And that's my only redemption in this house of detention
That keeps me from simply blowin' it all away
'Cause when I walk down the street in the hot summer heat
I say, God don't take this away

I keep hopin' and wishin' that these romantic positions
Gonna help me hide my pain
And all the hurt that I've felt underneath my leather-studded belt
Of not finding fortune and fame

Yeah, but some day I'll blow 'em away
With the things that I may sing and might say
I'm just a small town boy, bein' used like a toy
And waitin' for my pay-dirt day

I'm just a small town boy, bein' used like a toy
And waitin' for my pay day

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Twitch - Lyrics - I Bificus - Bif Naked

Title: Twitch
Album: I Bificus
Artist: Bif Naked
Composer(s): Peter Karroll, Beth Nicole Hopkins

Lyric:
I got a boyfriend, he's a bad boy
He is my favorite, he is my joy
I got a boyfriend, danger boy!
He's got a girlfriend, she is my toy

Sometimes he'll twitch for no reason
It's just a twitch and it's part of his style
He tells me I'm his one and only
I'm the only one making him smile

Sometimes he'll twitch for no reason
It's just a twitch and it's part of his style
When he's feeling sad and lonely
I'm the only one driving him wild

He really likes me, he likes my mom
He buys me ice cream, he likes my song
He has a nice car, I buy his gas
But in the back seat, he moves too fast

Sometimes he'll twitch for no reason
It's just a twitch and it's part of his style
He tells me I'm his one and only
I'm the only one making him smile

Sometimes he'll twitch for no reason
It's just a twitch and it's part of his style
When he's feeling sad and lonely
I'm the only one driving him wild
I'm the only one driving him wild
I'm the only one driving him wild
I'm the only one

My boyfriend's back
And you're gonna get in trouble!

Sometimes he'll twitch for no reason
It's just a twitch and it's part of his style
When he's feeling sad and lonely
I'm the only one

Sometimes he'll twitch for no reason
It's just a twitch and it's part of his style
When he's feeling sad and lonely
I'm the only one driving him wild

Sometimes he'll twitch for no reason
It's just a twitch and it's part of his style
He tells me I'm his one and only
I'm the only one driving him wild

Sometimes he'll twitch for no reason
It's just a twitch and it's part of his style
He tells me I'm his one and only
I'm the only one driving him wild

Sometimes he'll twitch for no reason
It's just a twitch and it's part of his style
He tells me I'm his one and only
I'm the only one driving him wild

Sometimes he'll twitch for no reason
It's just a twitch and it's part of his style
He tells me I'm his one and only
I'm the only one driving him wild

Sometimes he'll twitch for no reason
It's just a twitch and it's part of his style
He tells me I'm his one and only

Shake it baby, shake it

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Like Toy Soldiers - Lyrics - Curtain Call - Eminem

Title: Like Toy Soldiers
Album: Curtain Call
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Marta Marrero, Luis Resto, Michael Jay Margules, Marshall B Iii Mathers

Lyric:
Step by step, heart to heart
Left right left, we all fall down

Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win
But the battle wages on for toy soldiers

I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders
I am never supposed to show it, my crew ain't supposed to know it
Even if it means goin' toe to toe with a Benzino it don't matter

I'd never drag them in battles that I can handle unless
I absolutely have to I'm supposed to set an example
I need to be the leader, my crew looks for me to guide 'em
If some shit ever just pop off, I'm supposed to be beside 'em

That Ja shit I tried to squash it, it was too late to stop it
There's a certain line you just don't cross and he crossed it
I heard him say Hailie`s name on a song and I just lost it
It was crazy, this shit went way beyond some Jay-Z and nas shit

And even though the battle was won, I feel like we lost it
I spent too much energy on it, honestly I'm exhausted
And I'm so caught in it I almost feel I'm the one who caused it
This ain't what I'm in hip-hop for, it's not why I got in it

That was never my object for someone to get killed
Why would I wanna destroy something I help build
It wasn't my intentions, my intentions was good
I went through my whole career without ever mentionin'

Now it's just out of respect for not runnin' my mouth
And talkin' about something that I knew nothing about
Plus Dre told me stay out, this just wasn't my beef
So I did, I just fell back, watched and gritted my teeth

While he's all over TV yeah I'm talkin' a man who literally saved my life
Like fuck it I understand this is business
And this shit just isn't none of my business
But still knowin' this shit could pop off at any minute 'cause

Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win
But the battle wages on for toy soldiers

There used to be a time when you could just say a rhyme
And wouldn't have to worry about one of your people dyin'
But now it's elevated 'cuz once you put someone's kids in it
The shit gets escalated, it ain't just words no more is it?

It's a different ball game, callin' names and you ain't just rappin'
We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from happenin'
Me and Dre had sat with him, kicked it and had a chat with him
And asked him not to start it he wasn't gonna go after him

Until Ja started yappin' in magazines how we stabbed him
Fuck it 50 smash 'em, mash 'em and let him have it
Mean while my attention is pullin' in another direction
Some receptionist at the source who answers phones at his desk

Has an erection for me and thinks that I'll be his resurrection
Tries to blow the dust off his mic and make a new record
But now he's fucked the game up 'cuz one of the ways I came up
Was through that publication the same one that made me famous

Now the owner of it has got a grudge against me for nothin'
Well fuck it, that motherfucker can get it too, fuck him then
But I'm so busy being pissed off I don't stop to think
That we just inherited 50's beef with murder inc

And he's inherited mine which is fine ain't like either of us mind
We still have soldiers that's on the front line
That's willing to die for us as soon as we give the orders
Never to extort us, strictly to show they support us

We'll maybe shout 'em out in a rap or up in a chorus
To show them we love 'em back and let 'em know how important it is
To have runyon avenue soldiers up in our corners
Their loyalty to us is worth more than any award is

But I ain't try na have none of my people hurt and murdered
It ain't worth it, I can't think of a perfecter way to word it
Then to just say that I love y'all too much to see the verdict
I'll walk away from it all before I let it go any further

But don't get it twisted, it's not a plea that I'm coppin'
I'm just willin' to be the bigger man if y'all can quit poppin'
Off at your jaws well then I can 'cuz frankly I'm sick of talkin'
I'm not gonna let someone else's coffin rest on my conscience 'cuz

Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win
But the battle wages on for toy soldiers

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Like Toy Soilders - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Like Toy Soilders
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Marta Marrero, Luis Resto, Michael Jay Margules, Marshall B Iii Mathers

Lyric:
Step by step, heart to heart
Left right left, we all fall down

Step by step, heart to heart
Left right left, we all fall down
Like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
Never win but the battle wages on
We're toy soldiers

I'm supposed to be the soldier, who never blows his composure
Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders
I ain't never 'sposed to show it, my crew ain't supposed to know it
Even if it means goin' toe to toe with the Benzino

It don't matter I'd never drag 'em in battles that I can handle
'Less I absolutely have to, I'm supposed to set an example
I need to be the leader, my crew looks for me to guide 'em
If some shit ever does pop off, I'm supposed to be beside 'em

That Ja shit, I tried to squash it, it was too late to stop it
There's a certain line you just don't cross and he crossed it
I heard him say Hailie's name on a song and I just lost it
It was crazy, the shit went way beyond some Jay-Z and Nas shit

And even though the battle is won I feel like we lost it
I spent so much energy on it, honestly I'm exhausted
And I'm so caught in it, I almost feel I'm the one who caused it
This ain't what I'm in hip hop for, it's not why I got in it

That was never my object, for someone to get killed
Why would I want to destroy somethin' I helped build?
It wasn't my intentions, my intentions were good
I went through my whole career without ever mentionin'

And that was just out of respect, for not runnin' my mouth
And talkin' about somethin' that I knew nothin' about
Plus Dre told me stay out, this just wasn't my beef
So I did, I just fell back, watched and gritted my teeth

While he's all over TV, now I'm talkin' a man
Who literally saved my life, like fuck it I understand
This is business and this shit just isn't none of my business
I'm still knowin' this shit could pop off at any minute, because

Step by step, heart to heart
Left right left, we all fall down
Like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
Never win but the battle wages on
We're toy soldiers

There used to be a time when, you could just say a rhyme
And wouldn't have to worry about one of your people dyin'
But now it's elevated, 'cause once you put someone's kids in it
The shit gets escalated, it ain't just words no more is it?
It's a different ball game, you call names and you ain't just rappin'

We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from happenin'
Me and Dre had sat with him, kicked it and had a chat with him
And asked him not to start it, he wasn't gonna go after him
Until Ja started yappin' in magazines how he stabbed him

Fuck him, 50 smash him, mash him and let him have it
Meanwhile my attention's pulled in another direction
Some receptionist at The Source who answers phones at his desk
Has an erection for me and thinks that I'll be his resurrection
Tries to blow the dust off his mic and make a new record

But now he's fucked the game up, cause one of the ways I came up
Was through that publication, the same one that made me famous
Now the owner of it, has got a grudge against me for nothin'?
Well fuck it, that motherfucker could get it too, fuck him then

But I'm so busy bein' pissed off, I don't stop to think
That we just inherited 50's beef with Murder INC
And he's inherited mine, which is fine, ain't like either of us mind
We still have soldiers that's on the front line

That's willin' to die for us as soon as we give the orders
Never to extort us, strictly to show they support us
And maybe shout 'em out in a rap or up in the chorus
To show them we love 'em back and let 'em know how important it is
To have Runyon Avenue soldiers up in our corners

Their loyalty to us is worth more than any award is
But I ain't tryin' to have none of people hurt or murdered
It ain't worth it, I can't think of a perfecter way to word it
Than to just say that I love y'all too much to see the verdict

I'll walk away from it all, 'fore I let it go any further
But don't get it twisted, it's not a plea that I'm coppin'
I'm just willin' to be the bigger man if y'all can quit poppin'
Off at your jaws well then I can, 'cause frankly I'm sick of talkin'
I'm not gonna let someone else's coffin rest on my conscience 'cause

Step by step, heart to heart
Left right left, we all fall down
Like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
Never win but the battle wages on
We're toy soldiers

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Droppin Em - Lyrics - Ll Cool J

Title: Droppin Em
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Dwayne Simon, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Just like Pauline, you all in

Brace yourself, I'm the ace with grace
I'ma win the race and make you feel disgrace
In any case, yo, I'm movin' like a steeplechase
MC soldiers about face

Now step off, I need room for my takeoff
My custom made lyrics slays, yours are soft
I think you better tape this, yo, you can't escape this
Yo, I planned it out just like a landscapist

Whipper snapper back up for comin' crap up
I plan to trap a MC and kidnap 'em
Phony, so skip the baloney
You and your cronies need to jump on a pony

And roll, 'cause you're just a rookie
When it was time for rap school, you musta played hooky
I'm the show-stopper, your rhymes are improper
I'ma teach you like the master taught the grasshopper

Just gettin' warmer, I'ma transform a
Regular rhyme into a barnstormer
Try to jump, I'll bump you, chump, my job is thorough
Any MC, state city or borough'll get ragged

I drop like a sandbag
Serious as the mob, I don't play tag
Best of the batch, no man can catch up
Hoes can't be passed, a battle's a mismatch

I flip lyrics, like a acrobat
And avoid combat like a diplomat
But when it's time for battles, [Incomprehensible] jacked or killed
It's a thrill to drill a run of the mill Bill with my skill

I'm the Lord of the rhymes
And I be writin' at a rate that pace way past my bedtime
I rock the mic unlike some brothers I know
I guess they flow, psych

I'm droppin' 'em
Droppin' 'em

Yo, you're all in, stiff as a mannequin
I'm sharp as a pen and I'ma teach discipline
I get busy like it's two of me
Evidently, I'm hated by a few MC's

But so what? I just max like I'm playin' the sax
And take the crowd to the climax
Yo, Cool J, I'll never go astray
I'm funky you can hear me at the Milky Way

You're weak, wick raps, I'm cool as jazz
Got razzmatazz ask my man, Shabazz
I know you're afraid because I'm self-made
I invade and blow up like a hand grenade

MC's are terror struck, I'ma run amuck
'Cause your rhymes suck, you made a record on potluck
Just a toy boy, can't stop my convoy
Rhymes I said last year were just decoys

I'm like a fox, you annoy me like chicken pox
I'm back with a style that's unorthodox
You musta had a teaspoon full of bull
I'm like The Hulk, with more bulk, I'm powerful

They try to get with this, to me that's an insult
Boys shouldn't mess with an adult, that's too difficult
I enter like a giant sayin' fee fi foe fum
Then rock the auditorium until it's pandemonium

I'm droppin' 'em
Yo E, droppin' 'em

Don't sleep, 'cause I'ma go deeper
All you sleepers, I'm The Grim Reaper
My rhymes are rising, the angle's gettin' steeper
I hated Mussolini Martini so I'ma sweep a

Emcee, like he's one of the two
Break him into fragments right in front of you
Mic check one, two, is too fundamental
My rhymes are monumental over an instrumental

In the center I had to enter
Tormentor, mentor, experimenter and inventor
Of lyrics, so all you non-believers
It'll echo in your dreams at night when you receive a

Rude awakening, you can't do anything
You enter my kingdom and you cry as men bring
Gifts to the prince of excellence and magnificence
Alarm clock rings, you wake up, and you're convinced

That the crew invader, soloist exterminator
Greater evader of ducks, concert crusader
Is bad, my nickname's the circuit breaker
Eatin' up the world, acre by acre

I'm droppin' 'em

Word to mother, droppin' 'em
Know what I'm sayin'? Straight 'til 1999, droppin' 'em
Yo, year 2000, ya know what I'm sayin'?
Audi man, yo, I'm droppin' 'em

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97' Bonnie &Amp; Clyde - Lyrics - Strange Little Girls - Tori Amos

Title: 97' Bonnie &Amp; Clyde
Album: Strange Little Girls
Artist: Tori Amos
Composer(s): Jeff Bass, Mark Bass, Marshall Mathers

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Lyric:
Baby your da-da loves you and I'm always gonna be here for you
No matter what happened you're all I got in this world
I'd never give you up for nothin'
Nobody in this world is ever gonna keep you from me
I love you

Come on hai-hai, we goin' to the beach
Grab a couple of toys and let da-da strap you in the car seat
Where's mama? She's takin' a little nap in the trunk
Oh that smell da-da must have runned over a skunk

Now I know what you're thinkin' it's kind of late to go swimmin'
But you know your mama, she's one of those type of women
That do crazy things, and if she don't get her way, she'll throw a fit
Don't play with da-da's toy knife, honey, let go of it
And don't look so upset, why you actin' bashful?
Don't you wanna help da-da build a sand castle?

And mama said she wants to show you how far she can float
Don't worry about that little boo-boo on her throat
It's just a little scratch it don't hurt
Her was eatin' dinner while you were sweepin'
And spilled ketchup on her shirt
Mama's messy isn't she? We'll let her wash off in the water
Me and you can pway by ourselves, can't we?

Just the two of us
Just the two of us
Just the two of us

See honey there's a place called heaven and a place called hell
There's a place called prison and a place called jail
And da-da's probably on his way to all of 'em except one
'Cause mama's got a new husband and a stepson
And you don't want a brother do ya?
Maybe when you're old enough to understand
A little better I'll explain it to ya

But for now we'll just say mama was real real bad
She was being mean to dad and made him real real mad
But I still feel sad that I put her on time-out
Sit back in your chair honey, quit tryin' to climb out
I told you it's okay hai-hai wanna ba-ba
Take a night-night? Nan-a-boo, goo-goo ga-ga?
Her make goo-goo ca-ca, da-da change your dia-dee
Clean the baby up so her can take a nighty-nighty

Your dad will wake her up as soon as we get to the water
Ninety-seven Bonnie and Clyde, me and my daughter
Me and my daughter, me and my daughter

Just the two of us
Just the two of us
Just the two of us

Wake up sweepy head we're here
Before we pway we're gonna take mama for a little walk along the pier
Baby, don't cry honey, don't get the wrong idea
Mama's too sweepy to hear you screamin' in her ear
That's why you can't get her to wake, but don't worry
Da-da made a nice bed for mommy at the bottom of the lake

Here, you wanna help da-da tie a rope around this rock?
We'll tie it to her footsie then we'll roll her off the dock
Ready now, here we go, on the count of free
One, two,three
There goes mama, splashin' in the water

No more fightin' with dad, no more restraining order
No more step-da-da, no more brother
Blow her kisses bye bye, tell mommy you love her
Now we'll go play in the sand, build a castle and junk
But first, just help dad with two more things out the trunk

Just the two of us

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Like A Boy - Lyrics - Ciara: The Evolution - Ciara

Title: Like A Boy
Album: Ciara: The Evolution
Artist: Ciara
Composer(s): Patrick Michael Smith, Balewa M Muhammad, Ezekiel L. Lewis, Balewa M. Muhammad, Ciara P. Harris, Candice Nelson, Candice Clotiel Nelson, Calvin Kenon, Ezekiel Lewis

Lyric:
C I A R A, come on

Pull up your pants, just like him
Take out the trash, just like him
Getting your cash like him, fast like him
Girl you wanna act like he did

I?m talking 'bout, security codes on everything
On vibrate so your phone don?t ever ring
A foreign account
And another one he don?t know about

Wish we could switch up the roles and I could be that
Tell you I love you but when you call, I never get back
Would you ask them questions like me, like 'Where you be at?'
'Cuz I?m out, four in the morning on the corner rolling doing my own thing

What if I had a thing on the side, made you cry
Would the rules change up or would they still apply
If I played you like a toy?
Sometimes I wish I could act like a boy

Can?t be getting mad, but you mad, can?t handle that?
Can?t be getting mad, but you mad, can?t handle that?

Girl go ahead and be just like him
Go run the streets just like him
Go home missin' sleep like 'em, creep like 'em
Front wit' you friends, act hard when you with them like him

Keep a straight face when you tell a lie
Always keep an air tight alibi
Keep it hid in the dark
What he don?t know won?t break his heart

Wish we could switch up the roles and I could be that
Tell you I love you but when you call, I never get back
Would you ask them questions like me, like 'Where you be at?'
'Cuz I?m out, four in the morning on the corner rolling doing my own thing

What if I had a thing on the side, made you cry
Would the rules change up or would they still apply
If I played you like a toy?
Sometimes I wish I could act like a boy

Can?t be getting mad, but you mad, can?t handle that?
Can?t be getting mad, but you mad, can?t handle that?
Can?t be getting mad, but you mad, can?t handle that?
Can?t be getting mad, but you mad, can?t handle that?

If I was always gone, hit the sun getting home
Told you I was with my crew when I knew it wasn?t true
If I act like you, walked a mile off in your shoes
Messing with your head again, dose of your own medicine

What if I had a thing on the side, made you cry
Would the rules change up or would they still apply
If I played you like a toy?
Sometimes I wish I could act like a boy

Can?t be getting mad, but you mad, can?t handle that?
Can?t be getting mad, but you mad, can?t handle that?
Can?t be getting mad, but you mad, can?t handle that?
Can?t be getting mad, but you mad, can?t handle that?

R A go
Here?s the clutch

If I paged you, would you like that?
Had friends, would you like that?
With a car, would you like that?
Hell nah, you wouldn?t like that, no

What if I made you cry, would they still apply?
What if I, if I played you like a toy?
Sometimes I wish I could act like a boy

Can?t handle that?

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Good Morning Britain - Lyrics - Aztec Camera

Title: Good Morning Britain
Artist: Aztec Camera
Composer(s): Roddy Frame

Lyric:
Jock's got a vote in parochial
Ten long years and he's still got her
Paying tax and and doing stir
Worry about it later

And the wind blows hot and the wind blows cold
But it blows us good so we've been told
Music's food 'til the art-biz folds
Let them all eat culture

The past is steeped in shame
But tomorrow's fair game
For a life that's fit for living
Good morning Britain

Twenty years and a loaded gun
Funerals, fear and the war ain't won
Paddy's just a figure of fun
It lightens up the danger

Corporal sneers at a Catholic boy
And he eyes his gun like a rich man's toy
He's killing more than Celtic joy
Death is not a stranger

And Taffy's time's gonna come one day
It's a loud sweet voice and it won't give way
A house is not a holiday
Your sons are leaving home, Neil

In the hills and the valleys and far away
You can hear the song of democracy
The echo of eternity
With a rak-a-rak-a feel

The past is steeped in shame
But tomorrow's fair game
For a life that's fit for living
Good morning Britain

From the Tyne to where to the Thames does flow
My English brothers and sisters know
It's not a case of where you go
It's race and creed and color

From the police cell to the deep dark grave
On the underground's just a stop away
Don't be too black, don't be too gay
Just get a little duller

But in this green and pleasant land
Where I make my home, I make my stand
Make it cool just to be a man
A uniform's a traitor

Love is international
And if you stand or if you fall
Just let them know you gave your all
Worry about it later

The past is steeped in shame
But tomorrow's fair game
For a life that's fit for living
Good morning Britain

The past is steeped in shame
But tomorrow's fair game
For a life that's fit for living
Good morning Britain

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Where Are The Boys - Lyrics - Stefy

Title: Where Are The Boys
Artist: Stefy
Composer(s): Stefy Rae Eustace, Jimmy Harry

Lyric:
I'll make a hurricane in Ohio
Coming down your street, knocking down your door
'Cause the more winder like a top
That's about to spin out of control

Where are the boys, it's like I'm a call that's gone up for a ride
Without a try for inside, can't you see that
I'm just like a kite when the wind slows I fall crashing to the ground
'Cause I'ma lonely now

Can somebody give me a clue, where are the boys?
I'm broken like a toy, where are the boys?

I'm like a Godzilla in Tokyo
I get you on me out, but don't you know
When this girl needs love, yeah, she can't be stopped
So put your heads up scare and let's go

Where are the boys, it's like I'm a call that's gone up for a ride
Without a try for inside, can't you see that
I'm just like a kite when the wind slows I fall crashing to the ground
'Cause I'ma lonely now

Can somebody give me a clue, where are the boys?
I'm broken like a toy, where are the boys?
They've been destroyed, I'm so annoyed
Where are the boys, tell me

I'll make a hurricane in Ohio
Coming down your street
Knocking down your door

Where are the boys, it's like I'm a call that's gone up for a ride
Without a try for inside, can't you see that
I'm just like a kite when the wind slows I fall crashing to the ground
'Cause I'ma lonely now

Can somebody give me a clue, where are the boys?
I'm broken like a toy, where are the boys?
They've been destroyed, I'm so annoyed
Where are the boys?

Lost in my head, they play hard to get
They just make a mess playing video games
They hide it nowhere, it caused a mess up
Over the pervert, so I'm still alone

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Honky Tonk Girl - Lyrics - Hank Thompson

Title: Honky Tonk Girl
Artist: Hank Thompson
Composer(s): C Harding, H Thompson

Lyric:
Don't be fooled by big blue eyes
By a smile or a golden curl
For she'll love you now
And then break every vow
'Cause she's just a honky-tonk girl

Don't be fooled by kisses
Or arms that hold you tight
There will be another
In her arms tomorrow night

Hearts to her are toy tops
She likes to watch 'em whirl
'Cause she's just a honky-tonk girl

You can never change her ways
Though you give her all the world
She's got more than one or two
And each day there's someone new
'Cause she's just a honky-tonk girl

Breaking hearts to her
Is just a way of having fun
She thinks every man's a fool
And you're another one

She knows all the arts of love
She'll give your heart a twirl
'Cause she's just a honky-tonk girl

Don't be fooled by kisses
Or arms that hold you tight
There will be another
In her arms tomorrow night

Hearts to her are toy tops
She likes to watch 'em whirl
'Cause she's just a honky-tonk girl

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Locked Down - Lyrics - Turbonegro

Title: Locked Down
Artist: Turbonegro
Composer(s): Thomas Seltzer, Rune Groenn, Paal Boettger Kjaernes, Christer Engen, Knut Schreiner, Hans-Erik Dyvik Husby

Lyric:
Kick it Mr. Summers

I've been locked down
I've been locked up
I've been shut down
So just shut it up

I've been laughed at
I've been spit at
I've been held back
So what are you looking at

I've been kicked down
I've been pissed on
I've been shat on
Gonna shut you down

Such a low-down zero
I'm just a denim boy
Just a neo-nero
Just Satan's little toy

You never kissed an angel
You never touched a snake
You never held the magic
You ain't got what it takes

Saw your bitch the other day
With her mustache and her book
She called me a fake and a teller of lies
But I could tell she's never been satisfied

I saw you slumming
I heard you strumming
I see you running
Run run away

Such a low-down zero
I'm just a denim boy
Just a neo-nero
Just Satan's little toy

You never kissed an angel
You never touched a snake
You never held the magic
You ain't got what it takes

Perhaps it's a mystery
Perhaps it's a riddle
Let me spell it out

When everybody hates you
When everybody hates you
When everybody hates you
You've got nothing to lose

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