Little Magnets Verses The Bubble Of Babble
(I Just Wanna) B With U
[N.C. Sayer / W. James]
Ain't No Rules
[N.C. Sayer]

You're mine, you're mine, the stars told me
You're mine, you're mine, it's your destiny
It's true, it's true it was meant to be
It's true, it's true, it's your destiny

And for your world my love is free
There's nothing here holding me
'Cept this feeling deep on down, down, down

(I just wanna) B with U
(I just wanna) B with U
(I just wanna) B with U
Baby that's all

Well the authority have got their problems
I always try to be one of them
And I think I'd be happy, to be bad
If you said I was good at it

Please baby, please baby tell me
Was I good at it?

(I just wanna) B with U
(I just wanna) B with U
(I just wanna) B with U
Baby that's all

Please baby, please baby tell me
You know what I mean

Ooh baby the stars told me
You're mine, you're mine


It's twenty one hours - I have been up today
I'm doing handstands - yeah, I feel OK
I got a new way of living - it ain't no phase
It's a new begining - yeah I changed my way
I walk down the street got the sun in my hair
Got my route laid out and my mind is clear
Got my pen and my pad, gonna get it all down
'Cos words are a raod that lead outta town

But I got twenty five tickets and a week to pay
It don't worry me none, cos it's a week today
I see mighty colours in all of my dream
I see rainbows in puddles as I walk down the street
Ain't got now worries, got the beat in my shoes
I'm picking up waves, yeah, I'm making the moves
and I won't get had, I won't get fooled
I won't get had, I won't get fooled!
'Cos I got the one thing I learned at school

Ain't no rules
Ain't no rules
Ain't no rules
Ain't no rules

I been out on the road, busting my butt
But I love what I do, I love it so much
'Cos it keeps me cool, it keeps me small
I walk down the street with the sun in my hair
Got my route laid out and my mind is clear

Got my route laid out and my mind is clear
Got my route laid out and my mind is clear
Got my route laid out and my mind is clear
Got my route laid out and my mind is clear

And I won't get had, I won't get fooled
'Cos I got the one thing I learned at school

Ain't no rules
Ain't no rules
Ain't no rules

If Looks Could Kill
[N.C. Sayer]
Every Little Thing
[N.C. Sayer]

If looks could kill, I'd never look at you again
If words could hurt I'd never talk to you again

If fate should spill into your life tonight
Everything forever tonight
You know what I'm saying

If looks could kill, I'd never look at you again
I'd never look into your eyes
I'd never look at you again
And then mabey, just for the thrill baby
I may look at other men
- if looks could kill

I got no time for suckers, no time for loons
If the beat don't rock, don't play my tune
You know what I'm saying
You know what I'm saying

If looks could kill, I'd never look at you again
I'd never look into your eyes
I'd never look at you again
And then mabey, just for the thrill baby
I may look at other men

If looks could kill, I'd never look at you again
I'd never look at you again
I'd never look into your eyes
If looks could kill

Every little thing you do to me,
makes my heart beat
And then it rocks a little bit, rolls a little bit
Ah yeah, oh yeah
Every brand new day, the things you do,
they make me say
I gotta give a little bit, to get a little bit,
love a little bit
To live a little bit, ah yeah, oh yeah

Every little thing you do to me,
makes my heart beat
And then it rocks a little bit, rolls a little bit
And then it rocks, rolls

Every time your mind spins back to
another place and time
Your heart sinks into desire, into despair
To when you were a child and you were there
And what was it like, and was it any good
And should I? I should, I should, I should

Every little thing you do to me,
makes my heart beat
And then it rocks a little bit, rolls a little bit
Ah yeah, oh yeah

Twangy Wig-out
[Gainsbourg / Sayer / James]
Don't Believe The Type
[N.C. Sayer / W. James]

Oh baby won't you be my twangy wig-out
Oh baby won't you be my twangy wig-out
Say what you gotta say, do what you gotta do
Say what you gotta say, do what you gotta do
But do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it with me

Oh baby won't you be my twangy wig-out
You know you can
Oh baby won't you be my twangy wig-out
Say what you gotta say, do what you gotta do
Say what you gotta say, do what you gotta do
But do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it with me

And he says "Hey Honey, what's your game?"
And she says " Movement is the heart of change - so get down"

Oh baby won't you be my twangy wig-out
There's more

He says " Art is the mind set free"
She says "Then I don't know any real artists - so get down" baby and be my twangy wig-out
my twangy wig-out
my twangy wig-out
my twangy wig-out

 

The truth about me, is that nothing ever written about me is true

All those press head dims with their minds so slim
How could they begin, to even begin
When they have not the scope, to be more
than the joke that amuses us
Desperate for a new sensation, another stunning revelation
Another black and white creation, pulling into your station
I don't believe you, when you say this is the right way
I don't believe you

No, no, don't believe the type
No, no, don't believe the type
No, no, don't believe the type
No, no, don't believe the type

The dumb little jerk, with his mind up my skirt
Pen in his hand as he rolls in the dirt
That he pretends to despise
But never really understood why
Then you say I can't wear dresses like that
Clothes that I chose that don't fit your view
Of how I should be, of how you see me
I don't believe you, when you say this is the right way
I don't believe you

No, no, don't believe the type
No, no, don't believe the type
No, no, don't believe the type
No, no, don't believe the type

Honestly ain't a crime, it's just a state of mind
Ain't words or rhyme, if ain't a crime, it's just a state of mind

I don't believe you

Don't believe the type
Don't believe the type
Don't believe the type
Don't believe the type

I don't believe you

Pressure Times
[N.C. Sayer]
Crawl Out Your Window
[Bob Dylan]

I won't waste my time, gonna take my time
Gonna use my mind, gonna spend my time - oh yeah
I'm Gonna take my time I won't waste my time - oh yeah
You get pressured by the government
Pushed from your innocence
Pressured by they government
Pressured by the management
You gotta get it right, get it right, gotta, gotta get it right

Pressure times, pressure times
Pressure times, pressure times
- I won't waste my time

As I get older, I get a little bolder
I speak my mind. I don't waste my time
Generate some heat, huh, keep on my feet, yeah
First you get the pressure then you get the pressure drop
First you get the pressure then you get the pressure drop
First you get the pressure then you get the pressure drop
First you get the pressure then you get the pressure drop
You gotta get it right, get it right, gotta, gotta get it right
You get pressured by the government
Pressured by the management
Pressured out of ignorance
Pushed from your innocence

They take you on a joyride
Take you through toy town
Pressured by mind games
Driven into your brain
Coming out the TV, the paper, everything
Get it right, get it right, gotta, gotta get it right
Pressure times
Pressure times

Pressure times
Pressure times

First you get the pressure then you get the pressure drop
First you get the pressure then you get the pressure drop
First you get the pressure then you get the pressure drop
First you get the pressure then you get the pressure drop
I won't waste my time, gonna take my time
Gonna use my mind, gonna spend my time
I won't waste my time

He sits in your room, his tune with a fistful of tracks
Preoccupied with his vengance
cursing the dead that can't answer him back
You know that he has no intentions
Of looking your way, unless, it's to say that he needs you
to test his inventions

Hey! Crawl out your window, e'mon don't say it'll ruin you
Come on down't say he'll haunt you
You can go back to him anytime you want to

He looks so truthful - is this how he feels?
Trying to peel the moon and expose it
With his business ander and his blood hounds that kneel
If he needs a third eye, he just grows it
He just needs you tot talk, or to hand him his chalk
Or pick it up after he throws it ...

Hey! Crawl out your window, e'mon don't say it'll ruin you
Come on down't say he'll haunt you
You can go back to him anytime you want to

Why does he look so righteous, while your face is so changed
Are you frightened of the box you keep him in
While his genocide fools and his friends rearrange
Their religion of little tin women
To back up their views, but your face is so bruised
Come out! The dark is beginning

Hey! Crawl out your window, e'mon don't say it'll ruin you
Come on down't say he'll haunt you
You can go back to him anytime you want to

 

 


You Put A Spell On Me
[N.C. Sayer]
Back On My Knees Again
[N.C. Sayer / W. James]

"I bless your every word" was written in the curse
Strung out like jewels "I bless your every word"
Yeah I know, yeah I know, yeah I know
Here it comes again, here it comes again

You put a spell on me

I cut the demon cards and draw the baddest ign
Slowhand with the fakers that trespass through my mind
Yeah I know, yeah I know
Here it comes again, here it comes again

You put a spell on me

I forgive you, I forgive you everything
Your sins were never seen
I forgive you everything
I forgive you
But it's always too late, yeah always too late
But it's always too late, yeah always too late

I bless the very heart that tears me apart
I bless the very heart that tears me apart

You put a spell on me
You put a spell on me
You put a spell on me
You put a spell on me

There goes my money, there goes my lawyer
There goes mylover with another cheap whore
I don't mind
he lies and he cheats and he cheats and he lies
I don't mind

I'm back on my knees again, down on my knees again
I never know when I've had enough

The world's you clam, that's what they sold
But the pearl's just a rock in a burnt out shell
Now I don't even try to make that scene
I just scheme and I schemme and I scheme
And they lie and they cheat and they cheat and they lie
I don't mind

I'm back on my knees again, down on my knees again
I never know when I've had enough

So I play the game, do the deals, get the critics
At my heals; What else can I do? What you live in a zoo?
'Cept lie and cheat and cheat and lie
I don't mind

I'm back on my knees again, down on my knees again
I never know when I've had enough

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