Love Potion #9/Spooky I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth She's got a pad down on 34th and Vine Sellin
Ai no, ai no, corrida Ai no, ai no, corrida I hold you, I touch you In a maze can't find my way I think you, I drink you I'm being served you on a tray
How do I tell I'm not dreaming When do I know that it's true Why is the heartache not healin' I can't shake this feelin' When I'm thinking of you Who
Time has a way of going by Tomorrow becomes today If the beat goes on when the song is gone Harmony finds her way Another lover may walk you home Another
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When I want you in my arms When I want you and your charms Whenever I want you all I have to do is dream Dream, dream, dream When I feel blue in the
Somewhere on the edge of time You hear a plaintive song Remembering a way of life That seemed to go on and on and on What can we offer them now In a world
Bake potato It's so necessary When my nerves get cooked You keep me rocking on steady When my soul gets shook Ooh, you make a good thing better, baby
Because the world is round It turns me on Because the world is round Because the wind is high It blows my mind Because the wind is high Love is old,
One day is little to ask One night goes much to fast One love deliver me back Once more I'm back on track I need another chance One more is all I ask
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone It's not warm when she's away Ain't no sunshine when she's gone She's gone much too long Any time she goes away Ain
I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth She's got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine Sellin' little bottles
All night, under the laughing moon My heart is beating soft and low Love was here but now it's gone I'm by myself with my blue radio A spanish rose pressed
[Verse 1] Social misery Dripping on my game. These fake pretences seem disguised. Through this famed new world Where do you want to be now? Why do
got the gun You're already really gone And you can see clearly now You're singing a song about How you can see clearly 'Cause it must be a feeling nylon
urge to go splurging on hose Nylons a dozen of those Now poor or rich wea??re enduring instead Woolens which itch Rayons that spread Ia??ll be happy when the nylons
your thigh high nylons are stealing the show. Panty hose? NO, we need thigh high nylons. Black thights? NO, we need thigh high nylons! Bobby socks? NO, wee need thigh high nylons
Yhden lankaan ma sain, toisen unohdin vain, Kolmas kohteli kaltoin, sita rakastin vain yhden illan. Neljas myrkkya joi, viides sormuksen toi, viikon