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Ugly Men
02:16
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You say he's waitin' for you,
he said "Save me a dance,"
but he's not what you want....
When you look at him, you see an ugly man,
but I tell you I disagree.
He's a cutie, he's got heaps of charm
Wonder what your problem might be?
Could it be that you hunger for a woman's touch?
Do you long to feel a soft body in your arms?
Well come on, come on,
Come on, baby, wontcha take me for a spin,
'Cause life is too short to dance with ugly men!
So are you gonna dance, or are you gonna watch?
I plan to dance either way.
I'll dance with you, or I'll go dance with him,
Can you give me a yea or a nay?
'Cause I enjoy a good dance with a gorgeous guy,
But I'd rather hold your soft body in my arms,
So come on, come on,
Come on baby, let me take you for a spin
'Cause life is too short to dance with ugly men!
When you wake up lonely in the dead of night,
dry your tears and give me a call.
Every moment is a chance for change,
and I'll catch you if you risk the fall.
'Cause you hunger for the warmth of a woman's heart
and you long to feel the strength in her gentle arms.
So come on, come on,
Come on, baby, come and take me for a spin,
'Cause life is too short to dance with...men!
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It's a different kind of crazy
I don't really know what it's about
with you it's a different kind of crazy
something I just wanna share
but I don't know what to say
and I don't know what to do
i feel crazy just loving you
but crazy is as crazy does,
so maybe I'll just act crazy for a while
it's a different kind of crazy
doesn't matter what it's about
just enjoying this different kind of crazy
basking in the steady glow
I'm so crazy bout the way I feel about you
Like a flower upturned, just receiving the dew
Grateful and blessed
My soul at rest
In this feeling I feel for you.
it's a different kind of crazy
it's a different kind of crazy
it's a different kind of crazy
and I just wanna share it with you.
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3. |
Affection in Metaphors
03:30
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I wanna feel your heartbeat next to mine,
So I play for you on my drum.
I wanna kiss you, so I cook you dinner,
And watch my creations pass your sweet lips.
How long, love?
How long must I show my affection in metaphors?
I wanna hold you while you sleep at night,
So I knit you this warm soft blanket.
I wanna whisper that I'll love you always,
But all I can say is have a good night.
You're scared, love.
So I guess I'll show my affection in metaphors.
I wanna run my fingers through your hair,
So I rake your leaves in the fall.
I wanna slide my hands all over your skin
So I work in your garden, tending the soil.
Someday, love.
Someday I'll stop showing my affection in metaphors.
And then I'll hold you while you sleep at night,
And I'll tell you softly I love you.
And we'll lie together, skin against skin,
And I'll drop tender kisses on your sweet lips.
Till then, love,
Till then I will show my affection in metaphors.
How long, love?
How long must I show my affection in metaphors?
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5. |
He Calls You
03:15
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He calls you in the morning,
he wants to hear your voice.
He calls you in the evening,
He'd like to buy you dinner.
You think he's such a sweet guy
you're always on his mind
He's got the words that
make you melt
You fall for him in no time.
He calls you at midnight
he hopes you're dreaming of him.
He calls you at work
Hey, you wanna buy a house?
And so you move in with him,
and everything is great
You love each other,
but your heart
starts asking nagging questions
Like what do you do when the words for love
just mean "I want! I want!"
What do you do when the words for love
just mean "Gimme what I want!"
He calls you Sweetheart
he hopes you'll bake him a cake.
He calls you Love
he wants your sex
He calls you Baby,
he wants you to look up to him.
He calls you Dear
maybe you'll clean the house
So what do you do when the words for love
just mean "Do this, do that!"
What do you do when the words for love
just mean "I'll love you if you do what I want!"
He calls you, yeah, he calls you,
but does he stop to hear?
You've learned his language,
learned to give
It's time for a new lesson.
He calls you his sweet darlin'
But you know whose you are.
So call it like it is
And tell him that you're leavin'
'Cause never in the world should the words for love
just mean "I want, I want!"
You'll find another guy whose words for love
will mean just what he says!
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Eye of the Storm
03:22
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I stood and watched the clouds roll in
The air was charged with expectation
Lightning flickered in the distance
In its strobe I caught your grin
I smiled at you, you smiled at me
Ions jumped from cloud to cloud
Thunder was the beat we danced to
You took me by storm, a fool could see
You took me by storm
You know you took me by storm
A torrent so sweeping
I couldn't escape
You took me by storm
I let you take me by storm
The power flowed through us,
The give and the take
Through summer's heat we whirled together,
A cyclone changing everything,
Wrapped in each other like rain and wind,
We learned to be each other's weather.
But winter came, rain turned to sleet,
Stinging my cheeks, making me hide
Like layers of wool, I tried on lies
In your blizzard heart I feared I'd freeze.
You took me by storm
You know you took me by storm
A torrent so sweeping
I couldn't escape.
You took me by storm
I let you take me by storm
But the power was all yours
Your love was a fake.
Now, for a moment, we dance in spring rain
Your hand in mine; bare feet, wet grass,
And flowers blooming all about.
No storm can quench our glowing flame.
Oh, how I'd like to try again,
But I know this calm won't last
This respite makes me want to stay,
But for my heart, I have to go
Eye of the storm,
It's just the eye of the storm.
A calm before violence,
My chance to escape.
Eye of the storm,
I'm in the eye of the storm
Surrounded by chaos
That I watched you make
'Cause you took me by storm
You know you took me by storm
A torrent so sweeping
I couldn't escape
You took me by storm
I let you take me by storm
But I'm reclaiming my power
And I'm making my break.
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7. |
When You Go Out Walking
02:56
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You never know just what you'll find
when you go out walking
Could be a penny or a dollar bill
Golden grass waving on a hill
Or the ripple of the stream that's talking
to you!
You never know just what you'll find
when you go out walking
Could be a red feather glowing bright
Upon a drift of snowy white
Or a howling winter wind that's talking
to you!
Or what if your feet carry you
to a place you thought you'd dreamed,
that place you thought you'd never see again?
It's a silent glade of wonder
in winter or in spring
with frosty rime or daffodils in bloom.
Well, you never know just what you'll find
when you go out walking
Could be a stranger smiles at you
And maybe you smile back, and you
Might stop a while and talk and make
a friend!
You never know just what you'll find
when you go out walking
But there's one thing I know you'll find,
The world will be there every time
And the clouds, the trees, the sun, the bees,
the desert sands, the deep blue seas,
the mountains and the moon, they're talking
to you!
You'll find that secret island
in the place you thought you'd dreamed
where willows plunge their roots into the lake
Oh, yes, let your heart carry you
to the awe you left behind,
and let the magic fill you up again!
'Cause you never know just what you'll find
when you go out walking.
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Midnight Pealers Champaign, Illinois
The Midnight Pealers are an evolving woman-band based on the planet Wyrloth, with performances throughout the settled planets of the Milky Way. We were born in Kajsa's imagination and our heritage is mixed human and elven. We love nature and believe all life is interconnected. We love falling in love, we love each other, and we love you (even though we haven't met you yet)! ... more
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