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yeah)
Are you ready for this? (I guess so)
Come on baby, say whoa!

Take me down where the love honey flows
Kiss you nice, nibble your toes
Take me
yeah)
Are you ready for this? (I guess so)
Come on baby, say whoa!

Take me down where the love honey flows
Kiss you nice, nibble your toes
Take me
yeah)
Are you ready for this? (I guess so)
Come on baby, say whoa!

Take me down where the love honey flows
Kiss you nice, nibble your toes
Take me
loves a crime
And if it is well I've done my time
I'm through

Hey
Gimme the good stuff
Yeah
Hey
I'm tired of this hard luck
Hey
Gimme the good
right stuff
(I got to have) the right stuff baby
I don't want to miss out on the right stuff
(Ooh no with mister right stuff)

I just found him
fire
It's the stuff that dreams are made of
It's your heart and soul's desire
It's the stuff that dreams are made of

So what's this about your best
the stuff
The smallest moments
This is the stuff
I need to notice
This is the stuff life is made of

Walking along as my life unravels
Looking back
Take a glimpse of the world 
As your vision unfurls
In the words of Monty Burns
"Hello Cruel World" 
This is a place
Once said was great
But
like a gun
But it's so so so so sweet
I've got no de-defense
When it comes to your love
If it fits like a glove
Baby this is powerful stuff

You've got
(Mose Allison)

I don't want much in this world
It's th' simple things I treasure
'Till I die I would get by on fame, riches and sensual pleasure
worries
This is my life and I'm finally free

And I'm taking it
Step by step, step by step
Step by step, step by step
I'm gotta take it step by step
(hoo!)

This stuff is starting now
It's the same feeling
I always seem to get around you
There's no mistaking; I'm clearly taken
By the simple mere thought
and steady fire
It's the stuff that dreams are made of
It's your heart and soul's desire
It's the stuff that dreams are made of

So what's this about your
???
Is this twisted and crazed
Or a brilliant disguise

Pissed off ??? out of stuff to say
??? turns into misery
I'm your pariah, take it out
and the judgment day's at hand
And I'm waiting for the good Lord to take me by the hand.
Hey Isaac, this is Spencer.

Um I'm calling about, uh, going to Montana.
(hoo!)

This stuff is starting now
It's the same feeling
I always seem to get around you
There's no mistaking; I'm clearly taken
By the simple mere thought
(hoo!)

This stuff is starting now
It's the same feeling
I always seem to get around you
There's no mistaking; I'm clearly taken
By the simple mere thought
People ask why I walk this way 
Protection first is all I say 
I got it they want it 
Believe it, they'll steal it 
Some of them punks just want
Turn the other side and that stuff
Why the hell I must show if I am weak?
I prefer fight back and be proud.

We take you to golgatha 
And you suffer
And the prisoner in the palace is appalled by this charade
Feeling strangely unprotected by his miles of golden braid
And if this is the way that it must be then I
One more night spent on your mirror
Black maria, in your eyes
This stuff so strange and lonely
England fades away
In your eyes

two o'clock in
Lyrics by Suzanne Vega
Music by Suzanne Vega & Mitchell Froom 

I only turned to see
What hand had set this inner field alight
Against the flame
We own this stuff briefly
You can't take it with you

As I walked out this morning
Before the sun was up
Everyone was sleeping still
The curtains all
Life is funny, the tricks it plays
Can't help believing in the hands of fate
When I met you my heart stood still
Like a puppet hanging on your
right stuff
(I got to have) the right stuff baby
I don't want to miss out on the right stuff
(Ooh no with mister right stuff)

I just found him