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RICK SPRINGFIELD lyrics - Beautiful Feelings

Cold Feet

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(Springfield) He just turned seventeen When the moment came He was standing on the corner In the pouring rain She pulled up along side And rolled the window down And said 'Can I drive you in some part of town' He slid in beside her With a great big smile The lady had class It stood out a mile His heart was a beating Like a big bass drum Thinking at last His time had come He started talking fast Trying to loosen up But he just felt dumb and stupid So he shut up She said 'don't think I'm fast 'Cause I'm really not' But his fevered little brow It was getting hot She pulled into the driveway Of a big brown stone He was champing at the bit And in a husky tone She said 'My husband's working He'll be gone all day' But he couldn't believe it When he heard himself say I'm getting cold feet I'm getting cold feet Lady don'cha hear me talking to you Hey there's something that you can do I'm so nervous I just might shit too I've got them cold, cold feet Well a couple years on And our hero's grown He's a professional musician With a band of his own Hadn't had much luck With the girls that he meets Love is giving him a case of terminal cold feet He met a girl not too long ago She thought she could change him But it wasn't so As soon as she mentioned long term romance He went into that same old song and dance I'm getting cold feet c-c-c-c-c-cold feet I'm getting cold feet c-c-c-c-c-cold feet Mama don'cha hear me talkin' to you No there ain't something you can do I'm so nervous I just might shit too I've got cold, cold, cold, cold Said I've got 'em Cold, cold, cold, cold Oh I've got 'em Cold, cold, cold, cold Said I've got them cold, cold feet He increased his quota Of one night stands It was a kind of complex You understand He would treat 'em real mean He was low down and dirty Now he's got to make some changes Cause he's nearly thirty Cause he had a dream Just the other night He was standing in God's omni-present light And God said I'd like to let your life run it's coarse But you'd understand me having second thoughts I'm getting cold feet c-c-c-c-cold feet I'm getting cold feet c-c-c-c-cold feet Richard don'cha here me talking to you I think you know what you have to do You gotta make some changes You got them Cold, cold, cold, cold They're getting rigid Cold, cold, cold, cold You're getting frigid Cold, cold, cold, cold I said you got them cold, cold feet

In The Cold, Cold, Night

THE WHITE STRIPES "Elephant"
I saw you standing in the corner On the edge of a burning light I saw you standing in the corner Come to me again in the cold, cold night in the cold, cold night You make me feel a little older Like a full grown woman might But when you're gone I grow colder come to me again in The Cold, Cold, Night in the cold, cold night I saw you standing in the corner On the edge of a burning light I saw you standing in the corner Come to me again in the cold, cold night You make me feel a little older Like a full grown woman might But when you're gone I grow colder Come to me again in the cold, cold night I see you walking by my front door I hear the creaking of the kitchen floor I don't care what other people say I'm going to love you, anyway Come to me again in the cold, cold night in the cold, cold night I can't stand it any longer I need the fuel to make my fire burn bright So don't fight it any longer Come to me again in the cold, cold night In the cold, cold night And I know that you feel it too When my skin turns into glue You will know that it's warm inside And you'll come runnin' to me, in the cold, cold night in the cold, cold night in the cold, cold night in the cold, cold night

Canary

LIZ PHAIR "Exile In Guyville"
I bet you fall in bed too easily With the beautiful girls who are shyly brave And you sell yourself as a man to save But all the money in the world is not enough I bet you've long since passed understanding What it takes to be satisfied You're like a vine that keeps climbing higher But all the money in the world is not enough And all the bridges blown away keep floating up It's cold And rough And I kept standing six-feet-one Instead of five-feet-two And I loved my life And I hated you (yeah) It's cold out there And rough And I kept standing six-feet-one Instead of five-feet-two And I loved my life And I hated you

Mysteries

KARDINAL OFFISHALL "Eye & I"
[INTRO: Kardinal Offishall (Saukrates)] Yo Yo Sauks (Yo what man, what up?) Last night man, last night I was out by this club, yo This man talking to me outside telling me how much he axe inside my ear Trying to stress the F.O.S. brothers nawhatImean? Know what I mean, talking about a whole bunch of de nuttin' Yo check this out man Yo check out what this go Check this out like this [Kardinal Offishall] Niggas is it what you do? Or what I'm thinking that I can accomplish? Either way I'mma dog your shit, because you ain't a hit Brother up there talking loud, you're rocking a crowd ain't nothing Freestyling and so what in the world are you think you going to do With that wack crew, your whole damn setup F.O.S. should get wet up 'cause those niggas don't let up Word up, they rock every show and they think they large Y'all niggas y'all talk to every hoe and think that how it go Well this is how it is, I'mma teach y'all nigs the biz While you claim to know the street when there's a barrel to your cheek Y'all niggas crying like you're sweeter than a box full of Pot of Gold chocolates Let me really tell you how it should be told Y'all niggas couldn't last up in the real world With real G's get shot and lyrics don't mean shit to a cop When y'all niggas do dat, for real dat one cap peel type shit The Nonce brothers might quit But until that point in time, keep going with your rhyme And I'm come to every show and make sure I drop dimes And yell aloud freestyle, in attempt to make you plop 'Cause my shit don't stop until y'all niggas drop Word up [CHORUS x2: Kardinal Offishall (Female R&B)] You know it ain't right (right) (you know it ain't right] Haters try to copy but they can't (right right) (The mysteries in the night) The mysteries in the night got me flipping, evil players got me dipping Circle maintain outta sight (that's right) [Kardinal Offishall] (Saukrates) Yo Sauks, (what up?) Niggas think we can't kick this shit for real But I'mma let 'em know, quite how the show go Up inside the T-dot, oh yes the flex is genuine Ten individuals with the style imperial And we might pull ya gal, word up that's the Offishall style No doubt we in this to win this, I wrote the book and drink the Guinness And we made a stack waiting for y'all niggas to finish Your bitching, switching up your testimony every time Talking other shit 'cause he couldn't fuck with the line First we couldn't rap, now we can't get strapped Brother I don't get down like that, but Super G got my back And Y-Look got the headline, your girl got my waistline In time you will see the F.O.S. niggys Down straight from excellence, your pestilence Keeps pushing us to the top, yo brother it don't stop It don't stop y'all [CHORUS x2] [Kardinal Offishall] Just because you keep calling my name, momma that you know The Kardinal Mr. Lu doesn't run from a crew Ask my man Choclair If you test we'll tear your section in half to divide the aftermath The Circle rocks hard to maintain our title While you bustin' caps for nothing, we get paid for our recital Bitch, do not ever mess with the squad, I told u it don't stop 'til they kill hip-hop And even then we'll still rock for the heads that still with it And even if it's one, we'll get the job done Player, better wave your hands in the air So your crew can get dropped, for real it don't stop We'll still rock for the heads that still with it And even if it's one we'll get the job done Player, better wave your hands in the air So your crew can get dropped, for real it don't stop It don't stop y'all [CHORUS x3] [OUTRO: Kardinal Offishall (Female R&B)] Yeah yeah, on the Hill, come on (Mysteries in the night) Uh huh uh huh Forever baby, to the year 2G, know what I'm saying Word up we out Like that and uh, like this and uh

Suit Of Lights

ELVIS COSTELLO "King Of America"
While Nat King Cole sings Welcome To My World You request some song you hate you sentimental fool And it's the force of habit If it moves then you fuck it If it doesn't move you stab it And I thought I heard The Working Man's Blues He went out to work that night and wasted his breath Outside there was a public execution Inside he died a thousand deaths And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground And they put him in a suit of lights In the perforated first editions Where they advocate the hangman's noose Then tell the sorry tale of the spent Princess Her uncouth escort looking down her dress Anyway they say that she wears the trousers And learnt everything that she does And doesn't know if she should tell him yes Or let him go And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground And they put him in a suit of lights Well it's a dog's life in a rope leash or a diamond collar It's enough to make you think right now But you don't bother For goodness sake as you cry and shake Let's keep you face down in the dirt where you belong And think of all the pleasure that it brings Though you know that it's wrong And there's still life in your body But most of it's leaving Can't you give us all a break Can't you stop breathing And I thought I heard The Working Man's Blues I went to work that night and wasted my breath Outside they're painting tar on somebody It's the closest to a work of art that they will ever be And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground And they put him in a suit of lights And they put him in a suit of lights

How Far Jerusalem

MAGNUM
They are the victims of the night Ride against the wind born to loose the fight They fill the doorways they come far Holding what they bring details on a card And on a rainy night like this Someone shuts the door goodbye on there lips They are the victims of the night Ride against the wind born to loose the fight They fill the doorways they come far Holding what they bring details on a card And on a rainy night like this Someone shuts the door goodbye on there lips There is no charity from where they come There's nothing left to be In stark reality thy will be done For you and for me How far Jerusalem before the heart breaks down No kings amongst them cold feet in London town How far Jerusalem oh broken hearted clown We stand among them cold feet in London town They are in search of Liberty's trail Equal in their eyes faces drawn and pale So many hearts have gone before Probably ignored crashing to the floor They are the victims of the night Ride against the wind born to loose the fight There is no charity from where they come There's nothing left to be In stark reality thy will be done For you and for me How far Jerusalem before the heart breaks down No kings amongst them cold feet in London town How far Jerusalem oh broken hearted clown We stand among them cold feet in London town How far Jerusalem before the heart breaks down No kings amongst them cold feet in London town How far Jerusalem oh broken hearted clown We stand among them cold feet in London town Ahhhhh. How far Jerusalem

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