Some Kind Of Lover - Lyrics - The Best Of Jody Watley - Jody Watley

Title: Some Kind Of Lover
Album: The Best Of Jody Watley
Artist: Jody Watley
Composer(s): Andre Cymone, Jody Watley

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Lyric:
I never knew what I was missing
Love with no passion in the kissing

I can't explain it, how you made me open up
And you showed me things I never thought I'd do
I'd hate to think of ever losing you
?Cause there is no one that makes me feel the way you do

You're some kind of lover
Turn me on, turn me out
You're some kind of lover
Make me feel, oh, so real

Hold me and tell me that you love me
Only with you is where I wanna be

We'll light a candle as a symbol of our love
Then we'll move real close like in a perfect fantasy
I wish these moments could go on and on and on
But before you leave I want you to know

You're some kind of lover
Turn me on, turn me out
You're some kind of lover, yeah
Make me feel, oh, so real

Yeah, you're some kind of lover
Turn me on, turn me out
You're some kind of lover, yeah
Make me feel, oh, so real

You're some kind of lover, yeah, yeah
You're some kind of lover
Turn me on, turn me out
You're some kind of lover, yeah
You make me feel, oh, so real

You're some kind of lover

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Lover Of Mine - Lyrics - The Very Best Of - Alannah Myles

Title: Lover Of Mine
Album: The Very Best Of
Artist: Alannah Myles
Composer(s): Kit Johnson, Alannah Myles, David Tyson, Christopher Ward

Lyric:
Why do I feel like I'm losing you?
Will it ever become what I've always wanted it to?
You tell me I'm the lucky one, how can you say that?
When it breaks my heart to see another woman with you

Oh lover of mine, oh lover of mine
When it hurts so bad, I wanna hold you in my arms
Make me feel like you wanna be a lover of mine

After we've said all there is to say
Am I still in your heart or am I just in your way?
My desire for you is running wild, jealousy, dangerous kind
When I see you looking at another woman that way

Oh lover of mine, oh lover of mine
When it hurts so bad, I wanna hold you in my arms
Make me feel like you wanna be a lover of mine

Please set me free or give me a reason
For trying to keep it alive
There is no need for us to be lonely
Give me some kind of hope, I'm walking a fine line

Oh lover of mine, oh lover of mine
When it hurts so bad, I wanna hold you in my arms
Make me feel like you wanna be a lover of mine

Make me feel like you wanna be a lover of mine
Make me feel like you wanna be a lover of mine

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Lover Lover Lover - Lyrics - New Skin For The Old Ceremony - Leonard Cohen

Title: Lover Lover Lover
Album: New Skin For The Old Ceremony
Artist: Leonard Cohen
Composer(s): Leonard Cohen

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Lyric:
I asked my father
I said, "Father change my name"
The one I'm using now it's covered up
With fear and filth and cowardice and shame

Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover
Lover, lover come back to me
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover
Lover, lover, lover come back to me

He said, "I locked you in this body
I meant it as a kind of trial
You can use it for a weapon
Or to make some woman smile"

Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover
Lover, lover come back to me
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover
Lover, lover, lover come back to me

"Then let me start again," I cried
"Please let me start again
I want a face that's fair this time
I want a spirit that is calm"

Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover
Lover, lover come back to me
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover
Lover, lover, lover come back to me

"I never never turned aside", he said
"I never walked away
It was you who built the temple
It was you who covered up my face"

Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover
Lover, lover come back to me
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover
Lover, lover, lover come back to me

And may the spirit of this song
May it rise up pure and free
May it be a shield for you
A shield against the enemy

Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover
Lover, lover come back to me
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover
Lover, lover, lover come back to me

Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover
Lover, lover come back to me
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover
Lover, lover, lover come back to me

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My Philosophy - Lyrics - A Retrospective - Krs One

Title: My Philosophy
Album: A Retrospective
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker

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Lyric:
So, you're a philosopher?
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
I think very deeply, I think very deeply, I think very deeply
I think, I think, I think very deeply, I think, I think very deeply

Let's begin, what, where, why, or when
Will all be explained like instructions to a game
See I'm not insane, in fact, I'm kind of rational
When I be asking you, "Who is more dramatical?"
This one or that one, the white one or the black one
Pick the punk, and I'll jump up to attack one
KRS-One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and ditched you

Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol something far from a lover
Beside my brother, S C O T T
I just laughed, 'cause no one can defeat me
This is lecture number two, 'My Philosophy'
Number one, was 'Poetry' you know it's me
This is my philosophy, many artists got to learn
I'm not flammable, I don't burn

So please stop burnin', and learn to earn respect
'Cause that's just what KR collects
See, what do you expect when you rhyme like a soft punk
You walk down the street and get jumped
You got to have style, and learn to be original
And everybody's gonna wanna diss you
Like me, we stood up for the South Bronx
And every sucka mc had a response

You think we care? I know that they are on the tip
My posse from the Bronx is thick and we're real live, we walk correctly
A lot of suckas would like to forget me but they can't
'Cause like a champ, I have got a record of knocking out
The frauds in a second on the mic, I believe that you should get loose
I haven't come to tell you I got juice
I just produce, create, innovate on a higher level
I'll be back, but for now just seckle

I'll play the nine and you play the target
You all know my name so I guess I'll just start it
Or should I say, start this, I am an artist
Of new concepts at their hardest
Yo, 'cause I'm a teacher, the Scott is a scholar
It ain't about money 'cause we all make dollars
That's why I walk with my head up
When I hear wack rhymes I get fed up

Rap is like a set-up, a lot of games
A lot of suckas with colorful names
I'm so-and-so, I'm this, I'm that
Huh, but they all just wick-wick-wack
I'm not white or red or black
I'm brown from the Boogie Down
Productions, of course our music be thumpin'
Others say they're bad, but they're buggin'

Let me tell you somethin' now about hip hop
About D-Nice, Melodie, and Scott La Rock
I'll get a pen, a pencil, a marker
Mainly what I write is for the average New Yorker
Some mc's be talkin' and talkin'
Tryin' to show how black people are walkin'
But I don't walk this way to portray
Or reinforce stereotypes of today

Like all my brothas eat chicken and watermelon
Talk broken English and drug sellin'
See I'm tellin', and teaching real facts
The way some act in rap is kind of wack
And it lacks creativity and intelligence
But they don't care 'cause the company is sellin' it
It's my philosophy, on the industry
Don't bother dissin' me, or even wish that we'd

Soften, dilute, or commercialize all the lyrics
'Cause it's about time one of y'all hear it
And hear it first-hand from the intelligent brown man
A vegetarian, no goat or ham
Or chicken or Turkey or hamburger
'Cause to me that's suicide self-murder
Let us get back to what we call hip hop
And what it meant to DJ Scott La Rock

How many mc's must get dissed
Before somebody says, don't with Kris
This is just one style, out of many
Like a piggy bank, this is one penny
My brother's name is Kenny, that's, Kenny Parker
My other brother I.C.U. is much darker
Boogie Down Productions is made up of teachers
The lecture is conducted from the mic into the speaker

Who gets weaker? The king or the teacher
It's not about a salary it's all about reality
Teachers teach and do the world good
Kings just rule and most are never understood
If you were to rule or govern a certain industry
All inside this room right now would be in misery
No one would get along nor sing a song
'Cause everyone'd be singing for the king, am I wrong?

So yo, what's up, it's me again
Scott La Rock, KRS, BDP again
Many people had the nerve
To think that we would end the trend
We're criminal minded, an album which is only ten
Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky hit records
No more than four minutes and some seconds

The competition checks and checks and keeps checkin'
They take the album, take it home, and start sweatin'
Why? well it's simple, to them it's kind of vital
To take KRS-One's title
To them I'm like an idol, some type of entity
In everybody's rhyme they wanna mention me?
Or rather mention us, me or Scott La Rock
But they can get bust get robbed, get dropped

I don't play around nor do I f around
And you can tell by the bodies that are left around
When some clown jumps up to get beat down
Broken down to his very last compound
See how it sounds? A little unrational
A lot of mc's like to use the word dramatical
Fresh for '88, you suckas

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My Philosophy - Lyrics - Boogie Down Productions

Title: My Philosophy
Artist: Boogie Down Productions
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker

Lyric:
Let's begin
What, where, why, or when
Will all be explained
Why destruction is a game
See I'm not insane
In fact, I'm kind of rational
When I be asking
Yo, who is more dramatical
This one, that one
The white one or the black one
Pick the punk
And I'll jump up to attack one
KRS-One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far from a lover
Beside my brother
S-C-O-T
I just laughed
'Cause no one can defeat me
This selection number two
Is 'My Philosophy'
Number one
Was 'Poetry'
You know it's me
It's my philosophy
Many artists got to learn
I'm not flammable
I don't burn
So please stop burnin'
And learn to earn respect
'Cause that's just what
KR collects
See, what do you expect
When you rhyme like a soft punk
You walk down the street and get jumped
You got to have style
And learn to be original
And everybody's gonna wanna dis you
Like me
We stood up for the South Bronx
And every sucka mc
Had a response
You think we care?
I know that they are on the tip
My posse from the Bronx is thick
And we're real live
We walk correctly
A lot of suckas would like to forget me
But they can't
'Cause like a champ
I have got a record
Of knocking out the frauds in a second
On the mic
I believe that you should get loose
I haven't come to tell you I have juice
I just produce, create, innovate on a higher level
I'll be back
But for now just seckle
Verse two
I'll play the nine
And you play the target
You all know my name so I guess I'll just start it
Or should I say, 'Start this'
I am an artist
Of new concepts at their hardest
Yo, cause I'm a teacher
And Scot is a scholar
It ain't about money
Cause we all make dollars
That's why
I walk with my head up
When I hear wack rhymes
I get fed up
Rap is like a set-up
A lot of games
A lot of suckas with colorful names
I'm so-and-so
I'm this
I'm that
Huh, but they all just wick-wick-wack
I'm not white or red or black
I'm brown
From the Boogie Down
Productions
Of course
Our music be thumpin'
Others say their bad
But they're buggin
Let me tell you somethin' now
About hip hop
About D-Nice, Melodie
And Scot La Rock
I'll get a pen, a pencil, a marker
Mainly what I write is for the average New Yorker
Some mc's be talkin' and talkin'
Tryin' to show how black people are walkin

But I don't walk this way to portray
Or reinforce
Stereotypes of today
Like all my brothas
Eatin' chicken and watermelon
Talk broken english and drug sellin'
See I'm tellin'
And teaching real facts
Now when some act in rap
Is kind of wack
And it lacks
Creativity and intelligence
But they don't care
'Cause the company is sellin' it
It's my philosophy
On the industry
Don't bother dissin' me
Or even wish that we'd
Soften, dilute
Or commercialize all our lyrics
'Cause it's about time
One of y'all hear it
First-hand
From the intelligent
Brown man
A vegetarian
No goat or ham
Or chicken or turkey or hamburger
'Cause to me that's suicide
Self-murder
Let us get back to what we call hip hop
And what it meant to DJ Scot La Rock
Verse three
How many mc's must get dissed
Before somebody says, 'Don't f*** with Kris!'
This is just one style
Out of many
Like a piggy bank
This is one penny
My brother's name is Kenny
Kenny Parker
My other brother I.C.U
Is much darker
Boogie Down Productions
Is made up of teachers
The lecture is conducted
From the mic into the speaker
Who gets weaker?
The king or the teacher
It's not about a salary
It's all about reality
Teachers teach and do the world good
Kings just rule
And most are never understood
If you were to rule
Over a certain industry
**** Right now
Would be in misery
No one would get along
Nor sing a song
'Cause everyone'd be singing for the king
Am I wrong?
So yo, what's up
It's me again
Scot La Rock
KRS, BDP again
Many people had the nerve to think we would end the trend
We're criminal minded
And only tend
Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky hit records
No more than four minutes
And some seconds
The competition checks and checks
And keeps checkin'
They get the album
Take it home
And start sweatin'
Why? well it's simple
To them it's kind of vital
To take KRS-One's title
To them I'm like an idol
Some type of entity
In everybody's rhyme
They wanna mention me?
Or rather mention us
Me or Scot La Rock
But they can get bust
Get robbed, get dropped
I don't play around
Nor do I f*** around
And you can tell by the bodies that are left around
When some clown jumps up to get beat down
Broken down to his very last compound
See how it sound?
A little unrational
A lot of mc's like to use the word
DRAMATICAL
Fresh for '88
You suckas

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Somebody'S Somebody - Lyrics - Christina Aguilera - Christina Aguilera

Title: Somebody'S Somebody
Album: Christina Aguilera
Artist: Christina Aguilera
Composer(s): Diane Warren

Lyric:
I wish I had somebody
I wish I was somebody's baby
Somebody's somebody
Somebody's somebody

Watchin lovers walkin'
Hand in hand they pass me by, yeah
Wish I was one of them
Wish I had somebody
Wakin' up beside me

Lookin' into my eyes at night
I want a love to call my own
I want someone that I can hold
Want someone wanting me
I wanna feel how it feels to be, oh

Somebody's somebody
Someone's someone
Some sweet lover's lover
I wanna be that one

Someone faithful to someone faithful
Someone kind to someone kind to me
Somebody to somebody who loves me
Who loves me

Spending all of my time
Spendin' all my time on me, oh baby
Where is that someone who
I can give my time to?
Searching for that lover

With the love that will change my life
I want two arms to hold me close
I want the thing, I need the most
Somebody needing me
So I can feel how it feels to be, to be

Somebody's somebody
Someone's someone
Some sweet lover's lover
I wanna be that one

Someone faithful to someone faithful
Someone kind to someone kind to me
Somebody to somebody who loves me
Who loves me

What I'm lookin' for
Is someone to love me more
Than I've been loved before
With love so right
What I need to find
Is someone to hold me tight
What I mean is I want to be

Somebody's somebody
Someone's someone
Some sweet lover's lover
I wanna be that one

Someone faithful to someone faithful
Someone kind to someone kind to me
Somebody to somebody who loves me, yeah oh yeah
Who loves me, yeah baby

Somebody's somebody
Somebody's somebody
Somebody's somebody
(I wish I was one of them)
(And I wish was somebody's baby)

Somebody's somebody
I wish I was one of baby
I wish was somebody's darling
Ooh come on, come one for me

Somebody's somebody
Somebody's somebody
(I wish I was one of them)
(And I wish was somebody's baby)
Somebody's somebody

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Rasputin - Lyrics - Boney M.

Title: Rasputin
Artist: Boney M.
Composer(s): Farian Jay Reya

Lyric:
There lived a certain man in Russia long ago
He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow
Most people looked at him with terror and with fear
But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear

He could preach the Bible like a preacher
Full of ecstacy and fire
But he also was the kind of teacher
Women would desire

Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey

There lived a certain man in Russia long ago
He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow
Most people looked at him with terror and with fear
But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear

He could preach the Bible like a preacher
Full of ecstacy and fire
But he also was the kind of teacher
Women would desire

Ra ra Rasputin
Lover of the Russian Queen
There was a cat that really was gone
Ra ra Rasputin
Russia's greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on

He ruled the Russian land and never mind the Czar
But the Kasachok he danced really wunderbar
In all affairs of state he was the man to please
But he was real great when he had a girl to squeeze

For the Queen he was no wheeler dealer
Though she'd heard the things he'd done
She believed he was a holy healer
Who would heal her son

Ra ra Rasputin
Lover of the RussianQueen
There was a cat that really was gone
Ra ra Rasputin
Russia's greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on

{But when his drinking and lusting and his hunger
For power became known to more and more people
The demands to do something about this outrageous
Man became louder and louder}

Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey

"This man's just got to go!" declared his enemies
But the ladies begged "Don't you try to do it, please"
No doubt this Rasputin had lots of hidden charms
Though he was a brute they just fell into his arms

Then one night some men of higher standing
Set a trap, they're not to blame
"Come to visit us" they kept demanding
And he really came

Ra ra Rasputin
Lover of the Russian queen
They put some poison into his wine
Ra ra Rasputin
Russia's greatest love machine
He drank it all and said "I feel fine"

Ra ra Rasputin
Lover of the Russian Queen
They didn't quit, they wanted his head
Ra ra Rasputin
Russia's greatest love machine
And so they shot him till he was dead

{Oh, those Russians}

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Kong - Lyrics - Night Ranger

Title: Kong
Artist: Night Ranger
Composer(s): Mark Hudson, Jack Martin Blades, Tommy Shaw

Lyric:
Oh, no, I got that funky feeling
I just slipped out of a Coupe de Ville
Scrape me off the ceiling

Oh yeah, too good to believe in
Rubber lover tugging on a daisy chain
Going coming, here I go again

In the middle of the evening
So damn sweeter
I got a penny in my pocket
To release that child within you

I don't want no one night stand
Jump into the fire from the frying pan
King Kong had a perfect plan
Got to get a woman

I've had a Barbie doll, I've done it all
Short ones tall ones big and small
But King Kong, baby, he had a ball
That's my kind of living

Oh yeah, why am I complaining?
I got money and I'm funny
And I'm semi-good looking
Keeps me good and lucky

Sometimes
I feel like Sodom and Gomorrah
But I tell you pretty mama
I could use a little more of you, you, you, you

About two in the morning
I get so damn easy
Let your fingers do the walking
And it won't take much to please me

I don't want no one night stand
Jump into the fire from the frying pan
King Kong, baby, he had a plan
Got to get a woman

I had a Barbie doll, I've done it all
Short ones, tall ones, big and small
But King Kong, baby, he had a ball
That's my kind of living

Why can't I have it all?
I just wanna have some kinda fun
Why can't I have it all?
Can it be over when it's just begun?
I need it, I want it, I'm frantic, I gotta have it
Automatic, manic, addict, democratic

About two in the morning
It gets so damn easy
Let my fingers do the walking
And the others do the talking
About the way and how to please me

I don't want no one night stand
Jump into the fire from the frying pan
King Kong, baby, he had a plan
Got to get a woman

I had a Barbie doll, I've done it all
Short ones, tall ones, big and small
But King Kong, baby, he had a ball
That's my kind of living
Yeah, that's my kind of living
Yeah, that's my kind of living

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Station To Station - Lyrics - Christiane F. Wir Kinder (Soundtrack) - David Bowie

Title: Station To Station
Album: Christiane F. Wir Kinder (Soundtrack)
Artist: David Bowie
Composer(s): David Robert Jones

Lyric:
The return of the thin white duke throwing darts in lover's eyes
Here are we, one magical moment, such is the stuff
From where dreams are woven
Bending sound, lost in my circle, dredging the ocean
Here am I, flashing no color tall in my room overlooking the ocean

Here are we, one magical movement from Kether to Malkuth

There are you, you drive like a demon from station to station

The return of the thin white duke, throwing darts in lover's eyes
The return of the thin white duke, throwing darts in lover's eyes
The return of the thin white duke, making sure white stays

Once there were mountains on mountains
Once there were sun birds to soar with and once I could never be down
I got to keep searching and searching
Oh, what will I be believing and who will connect me with love?

Wonderful, wonderful, wonder when
Have you sought fortune, evasive and shy?
Well, drink to the men who protect you and I
Oh, drink, drink, raise your glass, raise your glass high

It's not the side effects of the cocaine
I'm thinking that it must be love
It's too late to be grateful, it's too late to be late again
It's too late to be hateful the European canon is here

I must be only one in a million
'Cause I can't pass the day without her
It's too late to be grateful, it's too late to be late again
It's too late to be hateful the European canon is here

Should I believe that I've been stricken?
Does my face show some kind of glow?
It's too late to be grateful, it's too late to be late again
It's too late to be hateful the European canon is here

Yes, it's too late
It's too late, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late

The European canon is here and yes it's too late
Oh, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late

The European canon is here and yes, it's too late
It's too late, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late
The European canon is here

The return of the thin white duke, throwing darts in lover's eyes
The return of the thin white duke, throwing darts in lover's eyes
The return of the thin white duke, making sure white stays

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Bunny Ain'T No Kind Of Rider - Lyrics - Hissing Fauna Are You the Destroyer - Of Montreal

Title: Bunny Ain'T No Kind Of Rider
Album: Hissing Fauna Are You the Destroyer
Artist: Of Montreal
Composer(s): Kevin L Barnes

Lyric:
Saw her at Go kissing girls, what a shock
I said you must be an artist
She muttered her reply, I was judging her friend
As the DJ played a dead jam

No one wants to dance
They're outside smoking cigarettes

Matthew was there, yes, he gave me the eye
Saying, "It doesn't kill to try" then blue lights all around

Eva, I'm sorry, but you will never have me
To me you're just some faggy girl
And I need a lover with soul power
And you ain't got no soul power

Eva, I'm sorry, but you will never have me
To me you're just some faggy girl
And I need a lover with soul power
No, you ain't got no soul

She lead me outside to the church with the swing
There I was her confessor
Her come on made me blush, was her crush for the night?
Until I screamed, 'Stop'

?Hey, you must be aware I'm not alone
I've got a tigress back at home and besides
You wouldn't know what to do with me"

And under the blue lights you see them gossiping
Gossiping, gossiping, gossiping, gossiping
Gossiping, gossiping

Eva, I'm sorry, but you will never have me
To me you're just some faggy girl
And I need a lover with soul power
And you ain't got no soul power

Eva, I'm sorry, but you will never have me
To me you're just some faggy girl
And I need a lover with soul power
And you ain't got no soul power
No, you ain't got no soul power

No, you ain't got no soul power
No, you ain't got no soul power
Say you ain't got no soul power
No, you ain't got no soul

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The Weakness In Me - Lyrics - Joan Armatrading

Title: The Weakness In Me
Artist: Joan Armatrading
Composer(s): Joan Armatrading

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Lyric:
I'm not the sort of person who falls
In and quickly out of love
But to you I gave my affection
Right from the start

I have a lover
Who loves me
How could I break such a heart
Yet still you get my attention

Why do you come here
When you know I've got troubles enough
Why do you call me
When you know I can't answer the phone

Make me lie
When I don't want to
And make someone else
Some kind of an unknowing fool

You make me stay
When I should not
Are you so strong
Or is all the weakness in me

Why do you come here
And pretend to be just passing by
But I mean to see you
And I mean to hold you tightly

Feeling guilty worried
Waking from tormented sleep
This old love has me bound
But the new love cuts deep

If I choose now
I'll lose out
One of you has to fall
And I need you and you

Why do you come here
When you know I've got troubles enough
Why do you call me
When you know I can't answer the phone

Make me lie
When I don't want to
And make someone else
Some kind of an unknowing fool

You make me stay
When I should not
Are you so strong
Or is all the weakness in me

Why do you come here
And pretend to be just passing by
But I mean to see you
And I mean to hold you tightly

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The Weakness In Me - Lyrics - Melissa Etheridge

Title: The Weakness In Me
Artist: Melissa Etheridge
Composer(s): Joan Armatrading

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Lyric:
I'm not the sort of person
Who falls in and quickly out of love
But to you I gave my affection
Right from the start

I have a lover who loves me
How could I break such a heart
Yet still you get my attention

Why do you come here
When you know I've got troubles enough?
Why do you call me
When you know I can't answer the phone?

You make me lie when I don't want to
And you make someone else
Some kind of an unknowing fool
And you make me stay when I should not
Are you so strong or is all the weakness in me

Why do you come here
And pretend to be just passing by?
When I mean to see you
And I mean to hold you tightly

Feeling guilty, worried
Waking from tormented sleep
Oh, this old love has me bound
But the new love cuts deep

And if I choose now, I'll lose out
Oh, one of you has to fall
And I need you and you

Why do you come here
When you know I've got troubles enough?
Why do you call me
When you know I can't answer the phone?

You make me lie when I don't want to
And you make someone else
Some kind of an unknowing fool
And you make me stay when I should not
Are you so strong or is all the weakness in me

Why do you come here
And pretend to be just passing by?
But I mean to see you
And I mean to hold you tightly

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Bring Me Some Water - Lyrics - Melissa Etheridge - Melissa Etheridge

Title: Bring Me Some Water
Album: Melissa Etheridge
Artist: Melissa Etheridge
Composer(s): Melissa Etheridge

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Lyric:
Tonight I feel so weak
But all in love is fair
I turn the other cheek
And I feel the slap and the sting of the foul night air

And I know you're only human
And I haven't got talking room
But tonight while I'm making excuses
Some other woman is making love to you

Somebody bring me some water
Can't you see I'm burning alive?
Can't you see my baby's got another lover?
I don't know how I'm gonna survive

Somebody bring me some water
Can't you see it's out of control?
Baby's got my heart and my baby's got my mind
But tonight the sweet Devil, the sweet Devil's got my soul

When will this aching pass?
When will this night be through?
I want to hear the breaking glass
I only feel the steel of the red hot truth

And I'd do anything to get it out of my mind
I need some insanity, that temporary kind
Tell me how will I ever be the same?
When I know that woman is whispering your name

Somebody bring me some water
Can't you see I'm burning alive?
Can't you see my baby's got another lover?
And I don't know how I'm gonna survive

Somebody bring me some water
Can't you see it's out of control?
Baby's got my heart and my baby's got my mind
But tonight the sweet Devil, the sweet Devil's got my soul

Somebody bring me some water
Can't you see I'm burning alive?
Can't you see my baby's got another lover
And I don't know how I'm gonna survive

Somebody bring me some water
Can't you see it's out of control?
Baby's got my heart and my baby's got my mind
But tonight the sweet Devil, the sweet Devil's got my soul

Baby's got my heart and my baby's got my mind
But tonight the sweet Devil, the sweet Devil's got my soul

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The Weakness In Me - Lyrics - Keisha White

Title: The Weakness In Me
Artist: Keisha White
Composer(s): Joan Armatrading

Lyric:
I'm not the sort of person who falls
In and quickly out of love
But to you I gave my affection
Right from the start

I have a lover
Who loves me
How could I break such a heart
Yet still you get my attention

Why do you come here
When you know I've got troubles enough
Why do you call me
When you know I can't answer the phone

Make me lie
When I don't want to
And make someone else
Some kind of an unknowing fool

You make me stay
When I should not
Are you so strong
Or is all the weakness in me

Why do you come here
And pretend to be just passing by
But I mean to see you
And I mean to hold you tightly

Feeling guilty worried
Waking from tormented sleep
This old love has me bound
But the new love cuts deep

If I choose now
I'll lose out
One of you has to fall
And I need you and you

Why do you come here
When you know I've got troubles enough
Why do you call me
When you know I can't answer the phone

Make me lie
When I don't want to
And make someone else
Some kind of an unknowing fool

You make me stay
When I should not
Are you so strong
Or is all the weakness in me

Why do you come here
And pretend to be just passing by
But I mean to see you
And I mean to hold you tightly

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Soon As I Get Home - Lyrics - Love Songs - Babyface

Title: Soon As I Get Home
Album: Love Songs
Artist: Babyface
Composer(s): Kenneth B Edmonds

Lyric:
{Hey, come here for a second
I don't like the way he treats you
He doesn't deserve you
He really don't}

What kind of man
Would leave you standin' in the cold
Must've been a silly one
To sacrifice a pot of gold
You're the kind of woman
That needs a man that's always there
It's not that you require a lot
Just need some tender love and care

I give good love
I'll buy your clothes
I'll cook your dinner too, yea
Soon as I get home from work
I'll pay your rent
Your faithful lover, oh baby
Soon as I get home, soon as I get home from work
Girl, I'll treat you right
And I'll never lie
For all that it's worth
I give good love, good love

It doesn't make sense
That you should have a broken heart
If I were the only one
I'd never let you fall apart
You're the kind of woman
That needs a man with lots of cash
With a stack of major credit cards
And with me you don't have to ask

I give good love
I'll buy your clothes
I'll cook your dinner too
Soon as I get home from work
I'll pay your rent
Your faithful lover
Soon as I get home, soon as I get home from work
Girl, I'll treat you right
And I'll never lie or flirt
Soon as I get home, soon as I get home from work
Girl I'll be around, never let you down
For all that it's worth
I give good love, good love
I give good love, good love

I give good love
I'll buy your clothes
I'll cook your dinner too
Soon as I get home from work
I'll pay your rent
Your faithful lover
Soon as I get home, soon as I get home from work
Girl, I'll treat you right
And I'll never lie or flirt
Soon as I get home, soon as I get home from work
Girl I'll be around, never let you down
For all that it's worth
Good love, good love, good love, good love
Good love, good love, good love, good love

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Soon As I Get Home - Lyrics - Special Occasion - Bobby Valentino

Title: Soon As I Get Home
Album: Special Occasion
Artist: Bobby Valentino
Composer(s): Kenneth B Edmonds

Lyric:
Hey baby, come here, come here for a second
I don't like the way he treats you
He don't deserve you for real
He really don't, check this out

What kind of man
Would leave you standing in the cold?
Must have been a silly one
To sacrifice a pot of gold

Your the kind of woman
Who needs a man that's always there
It's not that you require a lot
Just need some tender love and care, care

I give good love
I'll buy your clothes
I'll cook your dinner too
Yeah, soon as I get home from work

I'll pay your rent
Your faithful lover
Oh, baby, soon as I get home
Soon as I get home from work

Girl I'll treat you right
And I'll never lie
For all that it's worth
I'll give good love
(Good love, good love, good love, good love)

It doesn't make sense
That you should have a broken heart
Well, if I were the only one
I?d never let you fall apart

Your the kind of woman
That needs a man with lots of cash
With a stack of major credit cards
And with me, you don't have to ask, ask

I give good love
I'll buy your clothes
I'll cook your dinner too
Oh, baby, soon as I get home from work

I'll pay your rent
Your faithful love, baby
Soon as I get home
Soon as I get home from work

Girl, I'll treat you right
And I'll never lie or flirt
Soon as I get home
Soon as I get home from work

Girl, I'll treat you right
And I'll never lie for all that it's worth
I give good love, oh, baby, good love
(Good love, good love, good love, good love)
Oh, I give good love, oh, baby good love, oh, no, no, oh
(Good love, good love, good love, good love)

I give good love
I'll buy your clothes
I'll cook your dinner too
Soon as I get home from work

I'll pay your rent
Your faithful love
Soon as I get home
Soon as I get home from work

Girl, I'll treat you right
And I'll never lie or flirt
Soon as I get home
Soon as I get home from work

Girl, I'll treat you right
And I'll never lie
For all that it's worth
I give good love
(Good love, good love, good love, good love)
I give good love, love, give, give, give
(Good love, good love, good love, good love)

Good love, good love, good love, good love
Good love, good love, good love, good love
Good love, good love, good love, good love

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Awesum Luvr - Lyrics - Again - 2gether

Title: Awesum Luvr
Album: Again
Artist: 2gether
Composer(s): Brian Gunn, Mark Gunn, Viet Renn

Lyric:
Old people tell me I'm still too young
To take a lady's hand and give it the tongue
What do they know about puberty
About being 14 and all filled with needs?

Mary K. Latourneau think you knew the truth
It's all the young dudes, who's got the best moves, yea h

Call me the heart throb that was my choice
I'm just a nice guy with a pretty dope voice
If you're a girl with humor inside
Come get with me and girl, I'm gonna make you smile

If you get scared, I'll take you by the hand
I'll show you heaven, I will be your dream man

I wanna be your awesum luvr
Gonna be your number one man
Wanna be your real heart breaker
The best lover, the best lover in all the land

Wanna be your awesum luvr
Wanna be your awesum luvr, luvr
Awesum luvr
The best lover in all the land

Are you sick of guys who come on strong?
Who just wants to see you wearing a tight thong
I don't even know what a thong is
But I got an A plus on the teen charm quiz

Sit back relax and I won't hit on you
Just let yourself drown in my big baby blues

Okay so I'm older than your average teen
But baby, I will treat you just like a queen
I'm wise and mature and so generous too
And I'll never use cuss words like hump or screw

A smooth older man, is just what you need
'Cause loving is better at a way slower speed

I wanna be your, awesum luvr
Gonna be your number one man
Wanna be your real heart breaker
The best lover, the best lover in all the land

Wanna be your awesum luvr
Wanna be your awesum luvr, luvr
Awesum luvr
The best lover in all the land

Some ladies like guys who treat them like crap
Has lots of tattoos and is all into rap
Guess what that's me your own gansta toy
If you're the kind of girl who loves a real bad boy

Wanna be your, I wanna be your awesum luvr
Gonna be your number one man
Wanna be your real heart breaker
The best lover, the best lover in all the land

Wanna be your awesum luvr
Wanna be your awesum luvr, luvr
Awesum luvr
The best lover in all the land

Awesum luvr

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Smokin' Dopin' - Lyrics - Ll Cool J

Title: Smokin' Dopin'
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Dwayne Emil Simon, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Yeah, smokin', dopin', keep your ears open
Put me on the flier and I?m guaranteed to rope in
Twenty-thousand people to the place that I play at
And have 'em even sayin' how could someone say that?

They?re as good as the man who just saw
Please give me some more of those hoopin'
Scoopin', rhymes you be troopin' if you don?t know
The new dance, Patti Duke 'n clap your hands

Stomp your feet, snap your fingers
I?m snatchin' airplay from all you, AIDS catchin' singers
It?s a special delivery on your front step
My picture?s on the cover and the rhymes are in effect

'Cause I love to lay down joints for the playground
And have you od?n sayin', y?know, J sound
Righteous, the brother did what he had to
I didn?t talk about this, so I had you

Sleepin', breathin' sayin', yo, he ain?t keepin'
His promise to astonish, from weekend to weekend
But here it is, the jam of all jams
And from this day forth MC?s are gettin' slammed with the

Uhh, aww yeah, uhh ahh
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh ahh
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh ahh
Uhh, aww yeah

I?m the wise wizard of the microphone, swingin' it
Here?s a mean joint, all the hip-hoppers are singin' it
Doin' a dance in tight bike pants
So get up on it , hoe, you?ll only get one chance
To work out, the soreness in your muscles

Do your own thing, even the hustle
MC?s I?ma torture, that?s already known
But while I?m torturin' them, I?ma leave you alone
So you can bump, grind, and rub up against your partner

And look wild like you?re tryin' to get a part in a
Dirty movie on the hip-hop tip
Now tell me
(Tell you what?)
That brother, l ain?t tryin' to flip with the

Uhh, aww yeah, uhh ahh
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh ahh
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh ahh
Uhh, aww yeah

Movin', groovin', admit that you?ve been
Shocked and rocked and I?m on top
And it?s been proven, I?m self-reliant, on stage I?m defiant
All those rumors are small things to a giant

I?m not a cool calm, collected type of brother
I?m kind of hype, that?s why I?m a good lover
In bed I?m energetic, kind of like a freight train
Goin' so crazy I have the girlies sayin', "Wait, James"

I do, damage use the beef to build a sandwich
And when I?m done, she?ll be sayin'
?How did you manage to make me feel pleasure from my toes
To my head?? On top of that, you ran laps around the bed

So bust out the pumped up funk that I?m revealin'
And listen to it, while you?re in your car wheelin'
On on your Walkman as you?re starin' at the ceilin'
Or when you and your love is sex-appealin' to the

Uhh, aww yeah, uhh ahh
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh ahh
Know what I?m sayin'?
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh ahh

It?s like a smooth joint
You know what I mean?
Uhh, aww yeah
Real mellow, on the love tip, check it out

Uhh, aww yeah, uhh ahh
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh ahh
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh ahh
Uhh, aww yeah

Marvelous

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Good Mourning - Lyrics - Talib Kweli

Title: Good Mourning
Artist: Talib Kweli
Composer(s): Talib Kweli Greene, Tony Cottrell

Lyric:
"Good morning, Brook-nam"
Another stop on the train
(Wake up wake up wake up )
We come to a stop that everybody got to make
Whether you local or express

What's the meanin of ghettofabulous
Not ridin the back of the bus
I'm a revolutionary antagonist
Some playas is mad at us for just doin our music out of love
Some underground heads is hatin cause we have fun at clubs
I'm probably on some government list for my rhymin
You a fool if you don't think they already tapped your line
Medicine is big business so my remedies is herbal
It's music is for the people so we Reflection Eternal
Listen, you hear the difference between science and science fiction
We blow it out like if you leave on every appliance in the kitchen
At oncestill rolling kind bud in Cuban blunts
On the corner watchin how kids comin to Brooklyn for they fronts
Niggas run past what they need chasing after what they want
Fuckin chumps, you walk down the street and get jumped
Brooklyn cats like to bubble out of town no lookin back
When you a ghetto chef you mastered the art of cookin crack
Some get caught sleepin on the Mother City so when they go
They come back as tales of niggas we used to know
Never looked up to see the stars in all they heavenly glory
Just straight ahead cause the peripheral is buildings with mad stories
Not floors but dramas is played out, shorties get laid out
Like respect and fade out like TV sets
Into the banks of our memories (let it be) we'll never forget you
Lyin on your deathbed askin for God to bless you

Good mourning, good afternoon, good night
What have you done with your life?
Everybody time comes to be embraced by the light
You only scared to die when you ain't livin right, man
I'm puttin up a hellafied fight

I need you all to be clear on exactly what I'm sayin
With your attention span I understand that I ain't playin
You mistaken if you somehow think it's just me you facin
Starin me down while your enemy is standin adjacent
My heart is racin but I know just what I stand for
We chasin death carelessly like Jessica, I Care Moore
Who said, "Just because no one can understand how you speak
Don't necessarily mean that what you be sayin is deep"
In case you die in your sleep you ask the Lord for a blessin
Sometimes they sneak up so quiet that the silence is deafenin
You'll never know who the assassin is until it's your time to go
Your life is flashin, askin for forgiveness but you move too slow
Now the people that you love bear the pain that you once harbored
You was livin for yourself so you could never be a martyr
Life is hard, death is harderyou somebody baby father
Someone's lover, son of your mother, somebody brother
Somebody nigga, now your spirit in the air like a whisper
Hearin your name mentioned when we pourin out some liquor
The days go by quicker and the nights don't seem to differ
It's gettin cold, so I shivered and asked my soul to be delivered

Good mourning, good afternoon, good night
What have you done with your life?
Everybody time comes to be embraced by the light
You only scared to die when you ain't livin right, man
I'm puttin up a hellafied fight

Yo, the time come for everybody
It ain't somethin you can really prepare for
Yo, yo, Mad Duke, rock rock on and
Curtis Mayfield, rock rock on and
Grover Washington, rock rock on and
My Aunt Hazel, rock rock on and
Big L, rock rock on and
Freaky Tah rock rock on and
Jerome Green, rock rock on and
Slang Ton, rock rock on and
We celebrate life

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Trans Df Express - Lyrics - Even In Darkness - Dungeon Family

Title: Trans Df Express
Album: Even In Darkness
Artist: Dungeon Family
Composer(s): Andre Benjamin, Patrick Brown, Thomas Burton, R Murray, J Williams, Cameron Gipp, Antwar Patton, Rico Wade

Lyric:
Grab your ticket, come get wit it
Trans DF Express, Trans DF Express
Grab your ticket, come get wit it
Trans DF Express, Trans DF Express

Hey, I am the one and only son of a machine gun
Untrapable, meaning I can't be place between none
Even in darkness, I already ate this diction
It's so bold you could smell that funk with a cold

It's unbelieveable, bare a resemblance to Broken Mold
I'm optimistic, I'm the air in the open road
Make ya move it's moderate, no need to speed
It's inevitable you arrive in due time indeed

Now is the, time and place to invade the empty space
I'm a profectionist, I never pressure the pen space
But I wouldn't be amazing without God's Amazing Grace
I can travel outer space standin' in one place

Grab your ticket, come get wit it
Trans DF Express, Trans DF Express
Grab your ticket, come get wit it
Trans DF Express, Trans DF Express

Hippy to the hop, like a digi-log frog
Throw me the cat and I'll throw you the dog
Simple as a dimple ain't it?
A hole in your cheek, let's hit the town so we can paint it

Red or maybe baby blue for two
As sure as you are my lover, that is my favorite color
And we get down, off to my castle we drown
In each others love we puddle, huddle, break, fourth down, and inches

We all some players don't ride no benches
Elegant princes come to your senses
I noticed that you're one of a kind
That's makes you kind of the one

I'm, sharing my spaghetti with
The Lady and The Tramp, the mystery the myth
Not into runnin' frames, but I got a thang for ya
Swoosh! I will do ya, surely I adore ya

Grab your ticket, come get wit it
Trans DF Express, Trans DF Express
Grab your ticket, come get wit it
Trans DF Express, Trans DF Express

Gipp, a two thousand and two ho bo
What'chu think it say Two-A, ya goin' my way
Went from Ragtime buddy to a cakewalk stage
Didn't ask 'cuz I past you made this weight

My impression is one and no other, kinda, sorta yo, Dr. Demental
Had you come through the lab, doctor, organized instrumental
We gon' keep it on the track and the gristle
This Express, hear the whistle?

Who the niggas changed the face of the game
And bought it back 'Five, Deuce, four, Tre'
The alliance of elite emcees
Attention, salute, at ease

The world renowned, from here clean across seas
It's the critical acclaimed, Dungeon Family
We are now boardin', all seats and all rows
But it ain't no more tickets 'cuz it's a sold-out show

Grab your ticket, come get wit it
Trans DF Express, Trans DF Express
Grab your ticket, come get wit it
Trans DF Express, Trans DF Express

I stank I can, I stank I can, I know I can, I will
'Cause negative P I T be knockin' players off the field, for real
Dungeon Family got my sword and sheild
To Campleton not Camelot, let's smoke the 'dro and chill

Like four babies, and now you want the pill
Used to be raw dawg but now you want the grill
SeVille flawless, so now you want the drill
And takin' a groupie home is just like lovin' some roadkill

Pimpin' and panderin', on a level you can serve
This metal, nouns, pronouns, adverbs, and verbs
I spit the words of Wordsmith, higher than a bird's dick
Sip-sip, sip-sip, 'sippin' on some syrup' is like three six

Engine number nine is on the grind
Like ya molars when ya rolled and that's your backteeth bitin' down
Now open up and say it, the D to the F's the greatest
The talented town, then tip up your drink, your head has been deflated

Grab your ticket, come get wit it
Trans DF Express, Trans DF Express
Grab your ticket, come get wit it
Trans DF Express, Trans DF Express

Grab your ticket, come get wit it
Trans DF Express, Trans DF Express
Grab your ticket, come get wit it
Trans DF Express, Trans DF Express

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