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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=61279" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Young Americans</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They pulled in just behind the fridge<br>He lays her down, he frowns<br>"gee my life's a funny thing, am i still too young?"<br>He kissed her then and there<br>She took his ring, took his babies<br>It took him minutes, took her nowhere<br>Heaven knows, she'd have taken anything, but<br>Chorus (he)<br>All night<br>She wants the young american<br>Young american, young american, she wants the young american<br>All right<br>She wants the young american<br>Scanning life through the picture window<br>She finds the slinky vagabond<br>He coughs as he passes her ford mustang, but<br>Heaven forbid, she'll take anything<br>But the freak, and his type, all for nothing<br>He misses a step and cuts his hand, but<br>Showing nothing, he swoops like a song<br>She cries "where have all papa's heroes gone?"<br>Chorus (she)<br>All the way from washington<br>Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor<br>"we live for just these twenty years<br>Do we have to die for the fifty more?"<br>Chorus (he)<br>All night<br>He wants the young american<br>Young american, young american, he wants the young american<br>All right<br>He wants the young american<br>Do you remember, your president clinton?<br>Do you remember, bill, you have to pay<br>Or even yesterday?<br>Have you have been an un-american?<br>Just you and your idol singing falsetto 'bout<br>Leather, leather everywhere, and<br>Not a myth left from the ghetto<br>Well, well, well, would you carry a razor<br>In case, just in case of depression?<br>Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors<br>Blushing at all the afro-sheilas<br>Ain't that close to love?<br>Well, ain't that poster love?<br>Well, it ain't that barbie doll<br>Her heart's been broken just like you have<br>Chorus (you)<br>All night<br>You want the young american<br>Young american, young american, you want the young american<br>All right<br>You want the young american<br>You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler<br>A pimp's got a cadi and a lady got a chrysler<br>Black's got respect, and white's got his soul train<br>Mama's got cramps, and look at your hands ache<br>(i heard the news today, oh boy)<br>I got a suite and you got defeat<br>Ain't there a man you can say no more?<br>And, ain't there a woman i can sock on the jaw?<br>And, ain't there a child i can hold without judging?<br>Ain't there a pen that will write before they die?<br>Ain't you proud that you've still got faces?<br>Ain't there one damn song that can make me<br>Break down and cry?<br>Chorus (i) (repeat 3 times)<br>All night<br>I want the young american<br>Young american, young american, i want the young american<br>All right<br>I want the young american</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Cure - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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He lays her down, he frowns
"gee my life's a funny thing, am i still too young?"
He kissed her then and there
She took his ring, took his babies
It took him minutes, took her nowhere
Heaven knows, she'd have t..."></div>
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