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Albums:

Together Again! [Together Again/Together Again, Again] (Willis "Gator" Jackson) · Again and Again and Again and Again (The Bird and the Bee) · Let's Dance, Vol. 6: Competition Dance (Like a Virgin) (Columbia Ballroom Orchestra) · Like a Virgin (Madonna) · I'd Like a Virgin [Bonus Track] (Richard Cheese) · Tribute to Madonna: Like a Virgin (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Like a Virgin (Premadonna) · Like a Virgin & Other Big Hits (Madonna) · I'm Like a Virgin Losing a Child (Manchester Orchestra) · Let's Dance, Vol. 6: Competition Dance (Like a Virgin) (Columbia Ballroom Orchestra) – and 90 other albums »


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As stale and selfish as a sick dog
Spurning sex like an animal of god
I'll tear your red hair by the roots
And hold you blazing
Hold you
She' don't know my name
She just know me by my aim (aim aim)
She just know me by my aim (aim aim)

Aim tyga man again
Got a little message for
over again

I've been open
And I've been closed like a book
And burned down like a written sin
I just thought you should know, my darlin',

Before
By Russ Ballard
©1985 Russell Ballard, Ltd.
Published in the USA and Canada by Virgin Music, Inc

Can you hear that sound
It's all around you and me
bless the arrows
And the sun won't stall
And the land will never fall

On virgin fields we'll skate
Stand by children we'll create
Like the arctic wind we
Clouds pass over the moon
Like an eye that shows impending doom
Tension in this misty air
Souls pass into the room
Drawn in by a lost memory
You
as good
As folks who wear velvet robes
Wrote home again and asked, "Please help
Their breasts I see; they're not like me
Banish them from our prairies
And the boys from the casino dance
With their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all those silly New York virgins by the score

Sandy,
a virgin, he wants a whore
He likes to listen to me from behind the door
Sweet as marzipan
Then we?ll watch, then we?ll watch

what's to come
I've begun
wretched world

Announce the presence of God again
The Ark of the Tragedian
Glitters like bright Hittite treasure

At best, obsessed
With her loss
Born with hesitation onto floating stone what better than a river view
A slum by any other name scum 
Scum perfect and friendly to a given point
Once a year the white robes go on a quest
In search of a virgin, a child of innocence
Born of Apollo divine is the heritage
Chosen by foe
from the casino dance with shirts open
Like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score


Sandy, the aurora is risin'
Here comes winter trial
Wishing I could remember being a child
On my knees again
Begging for Jesus or maybe an okay friend
I have been betrayed
By
a coffin in the ground,
As a pale young virgin made a meal of a martyr 
she was hailed as Holy by the only ones who stood and held their ground,
When
Locked behind the door
Taken by force
But I'm not guilty of the crime
How can this be real
What is aganst the law
To say what's on your mind
Then I
la, too roo la, too roo li ay.

Oh Mother, dear Mother,
No, I'm not afraid.
For I'll go on that march
And I'll return a virgin maid. 

With
Sleep on the left side
Leave the right side free
Hope gets salted
As those around you leave

we're gonna let it up
Like India House on fire
We're
And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score

And Sandy,
And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score

And Sandy,
it again
Check the metaphors, make sure they're making sense and then
Gimme one-hundred percent credit
Let it, medi-tate, in your brain, like
ready to go
Ask me again and I'll still say no

Chorus:
Don't be hatin' on me baby 
Give me that sweet stuff all night long
I feel like it's my first time
(M.Callaghan)

All I have to do is dream
Nightshift,
Billy jean
Life in a northern town
You've lost that lovin feeling
Like a virgin,
She's leaving
And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score

And Sandy,
it

What goes up must come on down
Get your feet back on the ground
Narcissus in a red dress
You're like all the rest, Miss

Blinded by your own