The mother and son relationship. . Lead Vocal: Kiki Dee. . Do you know who I am. Do you know where you are. Are you where you want to be. . Do you see what you like.
Watch me closely, catch my eye. If you do I beg you to remind me. Who is stronger, who is weak of those who seek. And don't know where to find me. . Ask me, "Why?" and I don't know.
You're such a cool woman but I love you. Such a cruel woman but I love you. Open up your eyes and realize. You're such a fool woman but I love you. . But you give me all that you've got to give.
Featuring Deep E. Written by Alan Parsons and David Pack. . I know you're out there. 'cause I can feel ya. Yeah I can feel ya trying to pull me down. I know your kind.
He'd have been dead since more than nineteen centuries. But stayed alive in many sincere hearts.... He'd have been the son of God... but who is God?. Only one thing i'm sure, he's never born in my believes.
Pohjatuuli hiljaa on. Ei haavan lehti huokaa. Kivell istui kiputytt. On vain valitus vainotun. . Ristin rintaan poltti. Sydmeen valehen vasaman. Sen myrkyn juotti.
yeah, we're real proud. to make these sounds. play them real loud. and kick sexists out. what we've done. ain't just for fun. it's a way to act. to change some facts.
(Agnetha Fltskog / Eric Stewart). . I tried not to see you. 'Cause I couldn't take the heartache again. The past was behind me. Wouldn't compromise, it's never the same.
They told you not to yield to temptation. And opened their arms,. Make your own inferences.... . Inscrutable chaos in my head, inevitably. Greed will take its toll.
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Hot tribal night. underneath florescent skies. bonfires rage strange. wild waving shouting Picasso faces. . In the guise of a lioness. the wind kisses her burning dress.
Start to moan when there's nothing to do. Scream and bawl when there's nothing to do at all. Wanna go out but there's nowhere to go. Live our lives before we get too old, you know.
I will love you. Each day of my life. And when I die. They can fetch them a knife. Cut me open. . Written on my brain. And in my heart. They'll find a name.
Have a lucky charm and a usual crew. And a wild guitar 'cos it's good for you. Get a pair of legs about three feet long. And a dangerous Jane to lay kisses on.
Young Parisians are so French. They love Patty Smith. Young Parisians are so French. At the Champs-Elysees. . I wanna go to Paris with you. Just to see what the French boys do.
I've got Utah dust inside my boots. Peroxide covering my roots. Know what it's like to love. And like to be loved. . I tell you it's such a thrilling thing.