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Continue the conversation with song lyrics

How I wish you could see the potential
The potential of you and me
It's like a book elegantly bound
But in a language that you can't read just yet
You gotta spend some time, love
You gotta spend some time with me
And I know that you'll find love
I will possess your heart

('I will possess your heart', Death Cab for Cutie)
 
Big time
My car's getting bigger
Big time
My house getting bigger
Big time
My eyes getting bigger
Big time
And my mouth
Big time
My belly's getting bigger
Big time
And my bank account
Big time
Look at my circumstance
Big time
And the bulge in my big, big, big ...
 
But how was I to know that she had been there before
She told me she was a virgin
She was number nine ninety-nine on the clinical list
And I fell in love with the dirty little bitch

She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack
 
Hey, won't you play another
Somebody done somebody wrong song
And make me feel at home
While I miss my baby, while I miss my baby

So please, play for me a sad melody
So sad that it makes everybody cry
A real hurtin' song about a love that's gone wrong
'Cause I don't wanna cry all alone... ;)

Cheers, og
 
"Hey, what's the matter man?
We're gonna come around at twelve
With some Puerto Rican girls that are just dyin' to meet you
We're gonna bring a case of wine
Hey, let's go mess and fool around
You know, like we used to"

Cheers, og
 
And all the girlies say, I'm pretty fly (for a white guy)
He needs some cool tunes, not just any will suffice
But they didn't have Ice Cube so he bought Vanilla Ice
Now cruising in his Pinto, he sees homies as he pass
But if he looks twice they're gonna kick his lily ass
 
Don't give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
Saturday night's alright for fighting
Get a little action in

Get about as oiled as a diesel train
Gonna set this dance alight
'Cause Saturday night's the night I like
Saturday night's alright alright alright
 
Predictably enough, and only because I can quote it entirely from memory:

Git yer motor runnin'
Head out on the highway
Lookin' for adventure
And whatever comes our way
Yeah, darlin' let's go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once, and
Explode into space
 
Wild thing, I think I love you
But I wanna know for sure
So come on and hold me tight
I love you

Wild thing
You make my heart sing
You make everything groovy
Wild thing...

Cheers, og
 
I was a humdrum person
Leading a life apart
When love flew in through my window wide
And quickened my hum-drum heart
Love flew in through my window
I was so happy then
But after love had stayed a little while
Love flew out again
What is this thing called love?
This funny thing called love?
Just who can solve its mystery?
Why should it make a fool of me?
I saw you there one wonderful day
You took my heart and threw it away
That's why I ask the Lord in Heaven above
What is this thing called love?

(I like the Stan Kenton version)
 
Don't let the sun catch you cryin'...

...It may be hard to discover
That you've been left for another
But don't forget that love's a game
And it can always come again
Oh don't let the sun catch you cryin'
Don't let the sun catch you cryin', oh no

Cheers, og
 
Toast and marmalade for tea,
Sailing ships upon the sea,
Aren't lovelier that you,
Or the games I see you play.
You more lovely than the day,
When the sun is in your eyes,
I see through your disguise,
All the games I see you play.
 
Oh, the games people play now
Ev'ry night and ev'ry day now
Never meaning what they say now
Never saying what they mean
Whoa-ah

And they while away the hours
In their ivory towers
'Til they're covered up in flowers
In a black limousine.
 
They can beg and they can plead
But they can't see the light (that's right)
'Cause the boy with the cold hard cash
Is always Mister Right
'Cause we are living in a material world
And I am a material girl
You know that we are living in a material world
And I am a material girl
 
Money money money money, money [Repeat: x 6]
Some people got to have it
Some people really need it
Listen to me why'all, do things, do things, do bad things with it
You want to do things, do things, do things, good things with it
Talk about cash money, money
Talk about cash money- dollar bills, why'all

For the love of money
People will steal from their mother
For the love of money
People will rob their own brother.
 
Can't say what I'm doing here
But I hope to see much clearer
After living in the material world

Got born into the material world
All worn out in the material world
Use my body like a car
Takes me both near and far
Met my friends all in the material world.
 
Some people say a man is made out of mud
A poor man's made out of muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's weak and a back that's strong

You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me, 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store.

Cheers, og
 
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