Lyrics:
Well I've been a lot places in my life and time
I've sung a lot of songs and I've made some bad rhymes
I acted out my life in stages
With ten
Let me tell you about a place, somewhere up in New York way
Where the people are so gay, twistin' the night away
Here they have a lot of fun,
there eyes
You'd better look out little brown eyes if you're wise
They sparkle, they bubble, they're gonna get you
In a whole lot of trouble, oh baby,
yeah
Baby, I can take a lot
Cause I love everything you got
And though your kisses thrill me so
If you've got someone else
I've gotta go, oh
a plot of
Not a lot of land
And thou swell, thou witty
Thou grand
Thou swell, thou witty
Thou sweet, thou grand
Wouldst kiss me pretty
Wouldst
Would you like to dance one more?
And it's gettin' near to closing
And the seconds pass like years
Lots of friends to share the laughter
Not a one
Hello
Girl's eyes, butterflies, how she cries, can't get through to you
She knows all the charts, breaks her heart, thinks a lot of you
Each
resist the strange attraction
From that giant dynamo
Lots to take and lots to give
Time to breathe and time to live
Waiting for the sunrise, soul
bartenders hate
The one that doesn't need another one
When the Romeos and Juliets
Have bummed all of my cigarettes
The last kiss in the parking lot is done
We used to laugh a lot
We never cried
But things are all different now
Since your sweet love has died
Seems we've lost the way to find
All
I've got a lot of memories to last me the rest of my life
So if you don't want to love me, baby, that'll be all right
I'm gonna take all the lovin'
of the plot
Is just to tell them that I love you a lot
And the world discovers
As my book ends
How to make two lovers
Of friends
And the simple secret
the machine
I'm feeling so bad
Can't you make the music easy and sad
I could tell you a lot
But you've gotta be true to your code
Just make it one for my
And you find a good place to go
You don't need a lot of money
To have a real good time
You don't need a lot of money
To have a real good time
Just be
baby, every day of the week
(And on a Monday) scrub your dirty floor
(On a Tuesday) I do a whole lot more
(On a Wednesday) I wash your dirty
Another bride, another June
Another sunny honeymoon
Another season, another reason
For makin' whoopee
A lot of shoes, a lot of rice
The groom
two at a time
Had to do what I had to do to get where I'm at
Niggas know I ain't lying, niggas know I ain't lying
It's a lot on my mind, it's a lot
millions for a lot of people
Now it's time to make millions for myself, you know what I'm saying?
I made millions for the record companies
I made millions
them there eyes
You'd better watch them if you're wise
They sparkle, they bubble
They're gonna get you in a whole lot of trouble
You're overworkin'
Now when I was a little boy
At the age of five
I had somethin' in my pocket
Keep a lot of folks alive
Now I'm a man
Made twenty-one
You know
there machine
I'm feeling so bad
Won't you make the music easy and sad
I could tell you a lot
But you gotta to be true to your code
So make it one
There's a lot of ways of saying what I want to say to you
There's songs and poems and promises and dreams that might come true
But I won't talk
what she's doin'
And the Lord saw fit to furnish elbow room
Have you ever been down to Colorado?
I spend a lot of time there in my mind
And if God
me holler, I choose a sweet lollapaloosa in thee
I'd feel so rich in a hut for two
Two rooms and kitchen I'm sure would do
Give me not a lot
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