Girl, you’ll be a woman soon – Neil Diamond
Love you so much
Can’t count all the ways
I’d die for you girl
And all they can say is
“He’s not your kind”
They never get tired
Of puttin’ me down
And I never know
When I come around
What I’m gonna find
Don’t let them make up your mind
Don’t you know
Girl, you’ll be a woman soon
Please, come take my hand
Girl, you’ll be a woman soon
Soon you’ll need a man
I’ve been misunderstood
For all of my life
But what they’re sayin’,
Girl, just cuts like a knife
“The boy’s no good”
Well, I finally found
What I’ve been looking for
But if they get the chance,
They’ll end it for sure
Sure they would
Baby, I’ve done all I could
It’s up to you
Girl, you’ll be a woman soon
Please, come take my hand
Girl, you’ll be a woman soon
Soon you’ll need a man
Soon you’ll need a man…..
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Typical – Tickle Me Pink
She struts up to me
She whispers my name as if I know her
But I never knew her
She asks me the time
Quarter to one, we go for a drive
I just don’t know her
On the coldest night
In the darkest room
I will sleep alone
Cause it’s better than you,
Yeah, it’s better than you.
You can play me like that
It’s a matter of fact
You’re nothing more than a typical whore
And I won’t be your fool anymore
We go to her house
Flip on the tele, and lie on the couch
But I don’t feel her, anymore
She asks me to bed
This is the end of my disenchantment
Now that I’m walking out the door
On the coldest night
In the darkest room
I will sleep alone
‘Cause it’s better than you
Yeah, it’s better than you
You can play me like that
It’s a matter of fact
You’re nothing more than a typical whore
And I won’t be your fool, anymore
Maybe someday you’ll get it
Perhaps you’ll regret it
Or maybe you’ll find someone else to accept it
I won’t be the one
You can play me like that
It’s a matter of fact (4x)
One the coldest night
In the darkest room
I will sleep alone
‘Cause it’s better than you
Yeah, it’s better than you
You can play me like that
It’s a matter of fact
You’re nothing more than a typical whore
And I won’t be your fool, anymore
Maybe someday you’ll get it
Perhaps you’ll regret it
Or maybe you’ll find someone else to accept it
I won’t be the one
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The freshman – The Verve Pipe
When I was young I knew everything
She a punk who rarely ever took advice
Now I’m guilt stricken,
Sobbing with my head on the floor
Stop a baby’s breath and a shoe full of rice
I can’t be held responsible
She was touching her face
I won’t be held responsible
She fell in love in the first place
For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and
We’d never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe
We’d ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen
My best friend took a week’s
Vacation to forget her
His girl took a weeks’s worth of
Valium and slept
And now he’s guilt stricken sobbing with his
Head on the floor
Thinks about her now and how he never really
Wept he says
I can’t be held responsible
She was touching her face
I won’t be held responsible
She fell in love in the first place
For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and
We’d never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe
We’d ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen
hey yeah
hey yeah
hey yeah
We’ve tried to wash our hands of all this
We never talk of our lacking relationships
And how we’re guilt stricken sobbing with our
Heads on the floor
We fell through the ice when we tried not to
Slip, we’d say
I can’t be held responsible
She was touching her face
And I won’t be held responsible
She fell in love in the first place
For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and
We’d never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe
We’d ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen
For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and
We’d never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe
We’d ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen
We were merely freshmen
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Zombie – The Cranberries
Another head hangs lowly,
Child is slowly taken.
And the violence caused such silence,
Who are we mistaken?
But you see, it’s not me, it’s not my family.
In your head, in your head they are fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are crying…
In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What’s in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, dou, dou, dou, dou, dou…
Another mother’s breakin’,
Heart is taking over.
When the vi’lence causes silence,
We must be mistaken.
It’s the same old theme since nineteen-sixteen.
In your head, in your head they’re still fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are dying…
In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What’s in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, oh, ya, ya-a…
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