You Cant Win
(from the wiz)
You cant win
You cant break even
And you cant get out of the game
People kee sayin
Things are gonna change
But they look us like
Youre stayin the same
You cant win
Get over your head
And you only have yourself to blame
You cant win chile
(you cant win chile)
You aint break even
And you cant get out of the game
You cant win
The world keeps movin
And youre standin far behind
People keep sayin
Thingsll get better
(just to ease your state of mind)
(so you lean back, and you smoke that smoke)
(and you drink your glass of wine)
So you cant win, chile
You cant break even
And you cant get out of the game
You cant win, you cant win no way
If your story stays the same
(you aint winnin),
No, no,
(but its nice to see you)
(Im awfully glad you came)
(better cool it cause
It aint abour losin)
Then the world has got no shame
You cant win, chile
You cant break even
You cant get out of the game
You cant win
You cant break even
Aint the way its supposed to be
(youll be spendin),
No, no
(your little bit of money)
While someone else rides for free
(learn your lesson), ooh,
(refuel your mind)
(before someone blows out your flame)
You cant win, chile. no!
You cant win
You cant win, chile. no!
You cant win
You cant win, chile. no!
You cant win
You cant win, chile. no!
You cant win
You cant win, chile
You cant break even
And you cant get out of the game
You cant get out of the game
You cant get out (ugh!) of the game
No, no...
song performed by by Michael Jackson
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You Cant Win
(charlie smalls)
You cant win
You cant break even
And you cant get out of the game
People keep sayin
Things are gonna change
But they look just like theyre staying the same
You get in
Way over your head
And youve only got yourself to blame
You cant win, chile
You cant break even
And you cant get out of the game
You cant win
The world keeps movin
And youre standin far behind
People keep sayin
Things ll get better
Just to ease your state of mind
So you lay back
And you smoke that smoke
And you drink your glass of wine
You cant win, chile
You cant break even
And you cant get out of the game
You cant win
You cant win
No way if your story stays the same
You aint winnin
But its nice to see you
Im awfully glad you came
Better cool it
cause it aint about losin
Then the world has got no shame
You cant win, chile
You cant break even
And you cant get out of the game
You cant win
You cant win
You cant break even
Aint the way
Its supposed to be
Youll be spendin
Your little bit of money
While someone else ride free
Learn your lesson, refuel your mind
Before some turkey blows out your flame
song performed by by Diana Ross
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The Chant Of The Cross-Bearing Child
I bear dis cross dis many a mile.
O de cross-bearin' chile--
De cross-bearin' chile!
I bear dis cross 'long many a road
Wha' de pink ain't bloom' an' de grass done mowed.
O de cross-bearin' chile--
De cross-bearin' chile!
Hits on my conscience all dese days
Fo' ter bear de cross ut de good Lord lays
On my po' soul, an' ter lif my praise.
O de cross-bearin' chile--
De cross-bearin' chile!
I 's nigh-'bout weak ez I mos' kin be,
Yit de Marstah call an' He say,--'You 's free
Fo' ter 'cept dis cross, an' ter cringe yo' knee
To no n'er man in de worl' but me!'
O de cross-bearin' chile--
De cross-bearin' chile!
Says you guess wrong, ef I let you guess--
Says you 'spec' mo', an'-a you git less:--
Says you go eas', says you go wes',
An' whense you fine de road ut you like bes'
You betteh take ch'ice er any er de res'!
O de cross-bearin' chile--
De cross-bearin' chile!
He build my feet, an' He fix de signs
Dat de shoe hit pinch an' de shoe hit bines
Ef I on'y w'ah eights an-a wanter w'ah nines;
I hone fo' de rain, an' de sun hit shines,
An' whilse I hunt de sun, hits de rain I fines.--
O-a trim my lamp, an-a gyrd my lines!
O de cross-bearin' chile--
De cross-bearin' chile!
I wade de wet, an' I walk de dry:
I done tromp long, an' I done clim high;
An' I pilgrim on ter de jasper sky,
An' I taken de resk fo' ter cas' my eye
Wha' de Gate swing wide an' de Lord draw nigh,
An' de Trump hit blow, an' I hear de cry,--
'You lay dat cross down by an' by!--
O de Cross-bearin' Chile--
Do Cross-bearin' Chile!'
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Highway Chile
Yeah, his guitar slung across his back
His dusty boots is his cadillac
Flamin hair just a blowin in the wind
Aint seen a bed in so long its a sin
He left home when he was seventeen
The rest of the world he had longed to see
But everybody knows the boss
A rolling stone who gathers no moss
But youd probably call him a tramp
But it goes a little deeper than that
Hes a highway chile, yeah
Now some people say he had a girl back home
Who messed around and did him pretty wrong
They tell me it kinda hurt him bad
Kinda made him feel pretty sad
I couldnt say what went through his mind
Anyway, he left the world behind
But everybody knows the same old story,
In love and war you cant lose in glory
Now youd probably call him a tramp
But I know it goes a little deeper than that
Hes a highway chile
Walk on brother, yeah
One more brother
His old guitar slung across his back
His dusty boots is his cadillac
Flamin hair just a blowin in the wind
Aint seen a bed in so long its a sin
Now you may call him a tramp
But I know it goes a little deeper than that
Hes a highway chile
Walk on brother
Dont let no one stop you
Highway chile
Yeah yeah yeah
Highway chile
Go on down the highway
Highway chile
Yeah yeah yeah
Highway chile
song performed by by Jimi Hendrix
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Everything I did, all my actions, all of the problems I had I dedicate to God and to Chile, because I kept Chile from becoming Communist.
quote by Augusto Pinochet
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Possession
Whose little lady is you, chile,
Whose little gal is you?
What's de use o' kiver'n up yo' face?
Chile, dat ain't de way to do.
Lemme see yo' little eyes,
Tek yo' little han's down nice,
Lawd, you wuff a million bills,
Huh uh, chile, dat ain't yo' price.
Honey, de money ain't been made
Dat dey could pay fu' you;
'T ain't no use a-biddin'; you too high
Fu' de riches' Jap er Jew.
Lemme see you smilin' now,
How dem teef o' yo'n do shine,
An' de t'ing dat meks me laff
Is dat all o' you is mine.
How 's I gwine to tell you how I feel,
How's I gwine to weigh yo' wuff?
Oh, you sholy is de sweetes' t'ing
Walkin' on dis blessed earf.
Possum is de sweetes' meat,
Cidah is the nices' drink,
But my little lady-bird
Is de bes' of all, I t'ink.
Talk erbout 'uligion he'pin' folks
All thoo de way o' life,
Gin de res' 'uligion, des' gin me
You, my little lady-wife.
Den de days kin come all ha'd,
Den de nights kin come all black,
Des' you tek me by de han',
An' I'll stumble on de track.
Stumble on de way to Gawd, my chile,
Stumble on, an' mebbe fall;
But I'll keep a-trottin', while you lead on,
Pickin' an' a-trottin', dat's all.
Hol' me mighty tight, dough, chile,
Fu' hit's rough an' rocky lan',
Heaben 's at de en', I know,
So I's leanin' on yo' han'.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Voodoo Chile Slight Return
Well, I stand up next to a mountain
And I chop it down with the edge of my hand.
Well, I stand up next to a mountain,
Chop it down with the edge of my hand.
Well, I pick up all the pieces and make an island,
Might even raise just a little sand.
cause Im a voodoo chile,
Lord knows Im a voodoo chile, baby.
I didnt mean to take up all your sweet time,
Ill give it right back to you one of these days.
I said I didnt mean to take up all your sweet time,
Ill give it right back one of these days.
And if I dont meet you no more in this world
Then ill, Ill meet you in the next one and dont be late, dont be late.
cause Im a voodoo chile, voodoo chile,
Lord knows Im a voodoo chile, hey hey hey.
Im a voodoo chile, baby.
song performed by by Jimi Hendrix
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Chilian Brilliance
It is a blessing to witness,
Such bravery and commitment to brilliance.
With the comraderie of expertise.
All eyes were on Chile.
Lifting trapped miners from two thousand feet,
Below the Earth's surface to emerge as if...
This had been scripted.
More than thirty miners had spent sixty nine days,
Without knowing whether or not,
Their lives would be saved.
And as people the world over,
Watched with anticipation...
There were those in 'progressive' countries,
Doing their best to avoid and explain economic devastation.
As TV monitors above and below on Chilian soil,
Were peering to observe...
A togetherness unfold a people unspoiled.
What does this show?
As this endeavor proved to all?
It showed a people who could accomplish miracles,
To solve and achieve what was shown to be unbelieved!
All eyes were on Chile.
Lifting trapped miners from two thousand feet,
Below the Earth's surface to emerge as if...
This had been scripted.
Again this shows what Chilian people already know,
With faith and trust...
No division of politics,
Or economic conflict with a racism exposed...
Were no where to be observed,
When humanity was placed as the number one priority.
And this activity has taught,
A lesson no one could have bought!
Dedicated:
To the people of Chile.
The miners who 'were' trapped.
Their families.
'What a wonderful lesson.'
-lsp-
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mama, Why You Put Your Cleats On?
Mama,
Why you put your cleats on?
'Gotta keep in the run, son.
This turf is getting harder than concrete.
Gotta keep a strong pace going...
Ahead of those asleep on the streets.
I'm gonna make sure we eat.
And have a place safe enough to sleep.
That's why your mama tieing up her shoes,
With the cleats!
But mama...
Why you putting that mask on your face?
'Chile...
I gotta do what mamas do,
With a constant smile,
That protects my grace.
If I did not wear a mask...
Those in my way may detect a frown.
I've worn that for too long,
For them to trace now,
My child! '
But mama...?
Explain the shoulder pads.
I don't understand that at all.
'I'm going into those heated fields...
With those accustomed to playing hardball.
They are accustomed to leave others,
In pain, sorrow and abuse.
Mama ain't gonna put up with that.
Or use that to do nothing...
To sit home with you,
Teaching it's okay to be afraid with excuses.
And I'm certainly not the one,
Who is going to be left wounded and bruised.
Mama's gonna be the one,
Right up in the meanest face.
To leave them boo hooing too!
Now give me that bat! '
But mama...
Ain't you dressed for football?
'Chile...
When you get older,
And hopefully you will.
You're gonna learn how to dress,
For any game to be played.
Now...
Hand me that helmet.
And get out of mama's way! '
Yes, ma'am!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Green Chile
I prefer red chile over my eggs
and potatoes for breakfast.
Red chile ristras decorate my door,
dry on my roof, and hang from eaves.
They lend open-air vegetable stands
historical grandeur, and gently swing
with an air of festive welcome.
I can hear them talking in the wind,
haggard, yellowing, crisp, rasping
tongues of old men, licking the breeze.
But grandmother loves green chile.
When I visit her,
she holds the green chile pepper
in her wrinkled hands.
Ah, voluptuous, masculine,
an air of authority and youth simmers
from its swan-neck stem, tapering to a flowery collar,
fermenting resinous spice.
A well-dressed gentleman at the door
my grandmother takes sensuously in her hand,
rubbing its firm glossed sides,
caressing the oily rubbery serpent,
with mouth -watering fulfillment,
fondling its curves with gentle fingers.
Its bearing magnificent and taut
as flanks of a tiger in mid-leap,
she thrusts her blade into
and cuts it open, with lust
on her hot mouth, sweating over the stove,
bandanna round her forehead,
mysterious passion on her face
as she serves me green chile con carne
between soft warm leaves of corn tortillas,
with beans and rice–her sacrifice
to here little prince.
I slurp form my plate
with last bit of tortilla, my mouth burns
and I hiss and drink a tall glass of cold water.
All over New Mexico, sunburned men and women
drive rickety trucks stuffed with gunny sacks
of green chile, from Belen, Beguita, Wllard, Estancia,
San Antonio y Socorro, from fields
to roadside stands, you see them roasting green chile
in screen-sided homemade barrels, and for a dollar a bag,
we relive this old, beautiful ritual again and again.
poem by Jimmy Santiago Baca
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Game Show
Last night we were watching this game show
They were talking bout marriage
And that stuff you know
I found myself laughing
Cause those couples werent clear
And then here he comes with this bright idea
So I said to him
I know you mean well
Youre genuine I can tell
Besides you and me
I know that we would soar
But are you ready?
You gotta be sure, you gotta be sure
Oh no, I know you got the feeling, hold on
Baby, youre price aint right, hold on
I know you got the feeling, hold on
Hey this is my life, hold on
I know you got the feeling, hold on
Baby youre price aint right, I know
You feel like hitting the ceiling, hold on
Hey this is my life, hold on
So were arguing
Talking about it back and forth
And forth and back as if there is no source
And now Im wondering
Is this what he had in mind?
Cause if I thought wed get through that door
Tell me whats gonna be my price
So I said to him
Game show, game show, game show
Game show, game show, game show
Game show, game show, game show
Game show, game show, game show
Game show, game show, game show
Game show, game show, game show
Game show, game show, game show
I know you mean well
Youre genuine I can tell
Besides you and me
I know that we would soar
But are you ready?
You gotta be sure, you gotta be sure
Oh no, I know you got the feeling, hold on
Baby, youre price aint right, hold on
I know you got the feeling, hold on
Hey this is my life, hold on
I know you got the feeling, hold on
Baby youre price aint right, I know
You feel like hitting the ceiling, hold on
Hey this is my life, hold on
Baby, youre price aint right, hold on
Hey this is my life hold on
I know you got the feeling, hold on
Baby youre price aint right, I know
You feel like hitting the ceiling, hold on
Hey this is my life
Game show, game show, game show....
song performed by by Kelis
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The Visitor
LITTLE lady at de do',
W'y you stan' dey knockin'?
Nevah seen you ac' befo'
In er way so shockin'.
Don' you know de sin it is
Fu' to git my temper riz
W'en I's got de rheumatiz
An' my jints is lockin'?
No, ol' Miss ain't sont you down,
Don' you tell no story;
I been seed you hangin' 'roun'
Dis hyeah te'itory.
You des come fu' me to tell
You a tale, an' I ain' — well —
Look hyeah, what is dat I smell?
Steamin' victuals? Glory!
Come in, Missy, how you do?
Come up by de fiah,
I was jokin', chile, wid you;
Bring dat basket nighah.
Huh uh, ain' dat lak ol' Mis,
Sen'in' me a feas' lak dis?
Rheumatiz cain't stop my bliss,
Case I's feelin' spryah.
Chicken meat an' gravy, too,
Hot an' still a-heatin';
Good ol' sweet pertater stew;
Missy b'lieves in treatin'.
Des set down, you blessed chile,
Daddy got to t'ink a while,
Den a story mek you smile
W'en he git thoo eatin'.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Rebel Rebel
Got your mother in a whirl
Got your mother in a whirl cause
Shes not sure if youre a boy or a girl
Hey, babe, your hairs alright
Hey, babe, lets go out tonight
You like me, and I like it all
We like dancing, and we look divine
You love bands when they play it hard
You want more, and you want it first
Put you down, say Im wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on
Rebel rebel, youve torn your dress
Rebel rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so!
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
(1st verse) (chorus)
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Dont ya?
Ow
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
Rebel rebel, youve torn your dress
Rebel rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel rebel, how could they know?
I love you so much!
Youve torn your dress, your face is a mess
You cant get enough, but enough aint the test
Youve got transmission and a live wire
Got your cue lines and a handful of ludes
You wanna be there when they count up the dues
And I love your dress
Youre a juvenile success
Because your face is a mess
So how could they know?
I said, how could they know?
To what you wanna know
Calamitys child, chi-chile, chi-chile
Whered you wanna go?
Can I do for you? looks like youve been there too
cause youve torn your dress
And your face is a mess
Ooo, ooo, your face is a mess
Ooo, ooo, so how could they know?
How could they know? ha
Ha-ha
song performed by by Duran Duran
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The Crying Game (Ballads Section)
I know all there is to know about the crying game
Ive had my share of the crying game
First there are kisses, then there are sighs
And then, before you know where you are
Youre sayin goodbye
One day soon Im gonna tell the moon
About the crying game
And if he knows, maybe hell explain
Why there are heartaches, why there are tears
And what to do to stop feeling blue
When love disappears
I cant take the situation
Its making me feel so blue
One moment you walked into my life
And now youre sayin that were through
I hear that youre in love now
Baby, dont know what to say
I cant believe that I still feel this way
I hear that youre in love now
Baby, dont know what to say
Let the falling decide
You wont be mine
Put yourself in my place
You know something will come around
Youre better put yourself (put yourself)
In my place
When your lovers bring you down
And theres no-one else around
Youre gonna put yourself (put yourself)
In my place
Dont you know that the circle will come around
But what is love
Without the finer feelings
Its just sex
Without the sexual healing
Passion dies
Without some tender meanings
It aint love
Without the finer feelings
Without the finer feelings
Its just sex
Without the sexual healing
Passion dies
Without some tender meanings
It aint love
Without the finer feelings
But the feeling still remains
And the embers feed the flame
How I hope you feel the same
So our love may grow again
Dont want no more of the crying game
Dont want no more of the crying game
Dont want no more of the crying game
Dont want no more of the crying game
Dont want no more of the crying game
Dont want no more of the crying game
Dont want no more of the crying game
Dont want no more of the crying game
song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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Victim Of The Game
Well, it took a little time
But I guess you finally learned
That promises get broken
And bridges do get burned
Youve been siftin through the ashes
Just tryin to find a flame
Holdin on to nothin
Youre a victim of the game.
You were standin way too close
To see it all fall apart
And there were things you couldnt hear
cause you were listenin with your heart
But you cant say I didnt warn you
Now theres no one else to blame
Theres on one quite as blind
As a victim of the game.
(chorus)
And it dont matter who you are
It treats everyone the same
All you needs a heart
To be a victim of the game.
You know its really gettin to you
When you take to tellin lies
And you can try to fool your friends
But yo cant look em in the eye
There aint no standin tall
In the shadow of the shame
When everybody knows
That youre a victim of the game.
*chorus*
Oh, you know, when I look into your eyes
I can really feel the pain
Starin in the mirror
At a victim of the game
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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Boomerang
Gonna throw down the dice on a roll, its a showdown, gonna walk on hot coals
Cut the deck, better place your bet, cause the game aint over yet
Wanna keep you under lock and key, cant you see what you do to me
Get the noose, I know Im gonna hang, cause youre like a boomerang, boomerang
On the way up, you change your tune, so pay up, and it aint too soon
Cant make up or break up, cant feel a thing, you want a piece of everything
First youre cold and then youre hot, youre in the mood and then youre not
Yeah, I know Ill get a bang, cause youre like a boomerang, boomerang
You can slip and you can slide, but there aint nothin you can hide
You just cant say no, well here I come, baby, and here I go
A boomerang, a boomerang
song performed by by Kiss
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Victim Of The Game
(written by garth brooks and mark d. sanders)
It took a little time
But I guess you finally learned
That promises get broken
And bridges do get burned
Youve been sittin through the ashes
Just tryin to find a flame
Holdin on to nothin
Youre a victim of the game
You were standin way too close
To see it fall apart
There were things you couldnt hear
cause you were listenin with your heart
You cant say I didnt warn you
Now theres no one else to blame
Theres no one quite as blind
As a victim of the game
And it dont matter who you are
It treats everyone the same
All you needs a heart
To be a victim of the game
You know its really gettin to you
When you take to tellin lies
You can try to fool your friends
But you cant look em in the eye
There aint no standin tall
In the shadow of the shame
When everybody knows
That youre a victim of the game
And it dont matter who you are
It treats everyone the same
All you needs a heart
To be a victim of the game
When I look into your eyes
I can really feel the pain
Starin in the mirror
At a victim of the game
song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
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This is not the Chile we want to build.
quote by Ricardo Lagos
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Taco Grande
Taco... grande. taco... grande
Yo quiero chimichangas y chile colorado
Yo tengo el dinero para un steak picado
Las flautas y tamales, siempre muy bueno
Y el chile relleno
You see, I just gotta have a tostada, carne asada
Thats right, I want the whole enchilada
My only addiction has to do with a flour tortilla
I need a quesadilla
I love to stuff my face with tacos al carbn
With my friends, or when Im all alone
Yo tengo mucho hambre y ahora lo quiero
Un burrito ranchero
So give me something spicy and hot, now
Break out the menu, what you got, now?
Oh, would you tell the waiter Id like to have sour cream on the side
You better make sure the beans are refried
Taco... grande. taco... grande
Well, theres not a taco big enough for a man like me
Thats why I order two or three
Let me give you a tip, just try a nacho chip
Its really good with bean dip
I eat uno, dos, tres, quarto burritos
Pretty soon I cant fit in my speedos
Well, I hope they feed us lots of chicken fajitas
And a pitcher of margaritas
Well, the combination plates all come with beans and rice
The taquitos here are very nice
Now Im down on my knees, we need some extra tomatoes and cheese
And could you make that separate checks, please?
Taco... grande. taco... grande
Buenos noches, senor. bienvenido a el burritos casa de salsa. tenemos muchos platos muy sabrosos si puedo recomendar el ardiente pollo al infierno muy delicioso. sus ojos se quemaran, su e
Go estara en fuego, se quedaran en el bao por una semana, entiendes lo que digo gringo estupido tonto?
Well, the food is coming, I can hardly wait
Now watch your fingers, careful hot plate!
What you think youre doing with my chile con queso?
Well, if you want some, just say so
Oh boy, pico de gallo
They sure dont make it like this in ohio
No gracias, yo quiero jalepeos, nada ms
You can toss away the hot sauce
? donde estan los nachos? holy frijole!
You better get me a bowl of guacamole
Y uusted, eugene? whys your face turning green?
Dont you like pinto beans?
You want some more cinnamon crispas?
If you dont, hasta la vista
Just take the rest home in a doggie bag if you wanna
You can finish it maana
Well, its been a pleasure, I cant eat no more
Seor, la cuenta, por favor
If you aint tried real mexican cooking, well, you oughta
Just dont drink the water
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Its A Shame, Its A Game
(hicks / horton jennings)
Out last night in my sunday stripes
(you didnt want to know me)
At the tuesday hop if I wear drainpipes
(you say youre gonna throw me)
The way you treat mes frightening
Strike me down like lightning
You know its a shame (you didnt want to know)
Its a game (you say youre gonna throw me)
Out of town theres a story round
(youre staying with another)
At the picture show so the rumour goes
(youve been playing with my brother)
I dont know where Im standing
You give me such a bumpy landing
Its a shame (youre staying with another)
Its a game (youve been playing with my brother)
Getting a bad reaction
Chasin my girls best friend
Wonder should I walk on home
Plan a break-up or shake hands and make up again
Its a shame, its a game (its a a shame its a game)
Wah ooh
Its a shame, its a game
Wah ooh
I was out tonight looking wild in white
(you didnt want to know me)
Tried to catch a hint on how to jive
(you didnt want to show me)
I havent got a dogs chance
If I dont know how to hip-dance
Its a shame (you didnt want to know me)
Its a game (you didnt want to show me)
Wah ooh
I really felt hip wearing my stripes, baby its a shame
(its a shame, its a game)
And I really thought my drainpipes were outta sight yeah, its a shame
(its a shame, its a game)
Well, you struck me down like lightning, baby, I didnt know what to do, ha
(its a shame, its a game)
Theres so many rumors about me and about you I dont know what to do
Its a shame I dont know what to do, baby I need ya
(its a shame, its a game)
Oh, cmon and teach me how to hip jive
(its a shame, its a game)
song performed by by Hollies
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Was A Lover, A Leader Of Men
Ah, ah, ah, ah ..
I was a lover , a leader of me
All of the women I knew were my friends
I was so happy ,my feet on the ground
I didnt know I was on the way down
cause you dont feel the same
Its only a game , its only a game , its only a game
Ah, ah , ah , ah ..
I had a billion or two in the bank
I gave to charity , aint got no thanks
You gave me all that a woman could give
Less youre affection , I dont want to live
cause you dont feel the same
Its only a game , its only a game , its only a game
(break)
cause you dont feel the same
I was a lover , a leader of me
All of the women I knew were my friends
I was so happy , my feet on the ground
I didnt know , I was on the way down
cause you dont feel the same
Its only a game , its only a game , its only a game
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...
song performed by by Bee Gees
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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