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JOAN JETT AND THE BLACKHEARTS lyrics - Bad Reputation

Let Me Go

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(Jett-Laguna-Cordell) I walk alone with no tomorrow Woah woe yeah, I do now And there's a cause for all my sorrow Woe woe, 'cause of you now I wake up every mornin' Sad and lonely, but it's only That I haven't got the nerve to say it Oh let me go, let me go Oh let me go, let me go Oh let me go, let me go Just once I'd love to stand before you Woe woe, yeah, I would now I'd curse the day that I first saw you Woah, woe, if I could then I'd walk out with my head high I'd be free but look at silly me I haven't got the nerve to say it Why should I live a lie I could try But it won't do us no good Oh let me go, let me go Oh let me go, let me go It's just no good, I've got to tell you Oh oh, an' I will now Just say goodbye and wish me well I've had my fill so Go find somebody new to play your tricks on, put your fix on I hope you get what you deserve you bugger

Street Lites

PULP "We Love Life"
Doorways / corners / and the street lights dance in your eyes Behind the cinema / in the rain / in the subway where the walls crumble and cover you in fine dust 'cos we haven't got a home to go to / touch me on the back seat, on the top deck / talk dirty / on the back row can you feel me / against you / oh no / we shouldn't / we shouldn't we shouldn't / I want to / ...mmmm... / What you gonna do if you go home and he's not there it wouldn't be the same if we didn't know it was wrong / oh touch me and then go wherever he takes you / oh yeah leave me and I'll walk it off in the rain somehow Someone wants to watch by the side of Alena Stores in the doorway, in the rain / Did he see us / Do you care Pull the night-time tight around us / and we can keep each other warm while the cars drive by / en-route to dried-up dinners and strip-lit kitchens and the smell of gas and potato peelings What you gonna do if you go home and he's not there it wouldn't be the same if you didn't know it was wrong / oh touch me and then go wherever he takes you / oh yeah leave me and I'll walk it off in the rain somehow yeah We've got to go on meeting like this I don't want to live with you or anywhere near you I want to catch you unawares / undressing in front of a window maybe impressed with those things I drive by / Did you see me Could you tell that I was watching / Did it make it feel better Yeah, it was good for me too / Did you think about me Oh did you close your eyes / Think that maybe it was my hand that was touching you / my breath against your face and when you opened your eyes did the world tip off its axis for a few seconds And you thought you'd caught a tiny glimpse of someone Something here with it's shoulders moving towards you Yeah I did too / and it felt good / and it felt good / and it felt good In a strange kind of way in a way that things that aren't supposed to feel good / sometimes do oh take it away / yeah What you gonna do if you go home and he's not there it wouldn't be the same if you didn't know it was wrong / oh touch me and then go wherever he takes you / oh yeah leave me and I'll walk it off in the rain somehow What you gonna do if you go home and he's not there it wouldn't be the same if you didn't know it was wrong / oh touch me and then go wherever he takes you / oh yeah leave me and I'll walk it off in the rain somehow.

Sean Penn Blues

Cole Lloyd "Mainstream"
the western minnesota intercollegiate circle telephoned they said hey sean could you mosey on down to our gala ball it reads mister maddonna kicks some beat poetry if i could i would i would i swear i would be better but it seems i am just a natural no good and whats more i like living like that after seven lines seventeen maybe i had to stop these philistines were yelling hey sean i could not be heard for cowhand laughter i picked up my books and headed for the door and if i trash this tv then i know i will feel better guess it seems i am just a natural no good and i like it like that but when i see you coming down my street you walk right in and then you you walk all over me oh yeh i need you gatecrashing on my beat put on your high heels and baby walk all over me all over me fat hacks new york times food columnists want to review my soup yeh honestly my wife says i go looking for trouble i surely find it do you think i like living like that if i trash this tv then i know i will feel better guess it seems i am just a natural no good and i like it like that but when i see you coming down my street you walk right in and then you you walk all over me oh yeh i need you gatecrashing on my beat walking like nancy sinatra walk all over me harmonica: Frasier Speirs

The Story Of Them

VAN MORRISON "The Story of Them"
When friends were friends And company was right We'd talk and talk and sing All through the night. Morning came leisurely and bright Downtown we'd walk And passers by Would shudder with delight Mmmmmm! Good times... All the cats were there Just dirty enough to say We don't care. But the management had had complaints About some cats with long long hair Look look look And the people'd stare Why, you won't be allowed in anywhere Barred from pubs and clubs and dancehalls Made the scene at the Spanish rooms at the falls And man, four pints of that scrumpy was enough to have you Out of your mind. Climbing up the walls Out of your mind But it was a gas, all the same Now just around about this time with the help of the three J's Started playin' at the Maritime. That's Jerry, Jerry and Jimmy You know they were always fine They helped us run the Maritime. And don't forget Kit Hitting people on the head and knockin' them out You know he did his best and all Was something else... Now people say, who are Or what are Them That little one sings and that big one plays the guitar with a thumble on his finger runs it up and down the strings The bass player don't shave much I think they're all a little bit touched But the people came And that's how we made our name Too much it was Yeah, good times Wild, sweaty, crude, ugly And mad. And sometimes just a little bit sad Yeah, they sneered and all But up there, we just havin' a ball It was a gas, you know Some good times... We are the Them take it or leave it You know they took it It kept coming And we worked for the people Sweet sweat And the misty misty atmosphere Gimme another drink of beer baby Gotta get goin' here... Blues come rollin' Down all your avenue Won't stop at the city hall Just a few steps away You can look up at Maritime hotel Just a little bit sad Gotta walk away Wish it well...

Purple Rain

J. COLE
Hey hey hey Hey hey hey Yeah hey Bright lights, big dreams Nice night or so it seems Stroll in the club with her tight fit jeans Praying that she might get seen by a nigga with a contract With a sports team or just a nigga that you figure could afford things Like more rings for her fingers She used to fuck singers but said they too soft, just copped a new loft For you walk into her crib got to take her shoes off Thats only step one your dress is next hun You say your kid sleep, I don't want no step son But lead the way to your bed room, king size bed so we got leg room She give Queen like head so we got head room, my God Than I work her like its my job Her moans are like music to my ears ipod And than I hit the door, cause baby I got to go Oh yeah don't act like you don't know I know you've been through this before Check it, I make the rich bitch beg Make the good girl steal Make the old ladies blush Make the young hoes squeal For real, for real Good girl huh, father was a preacher Sent her off to college thought I got her on a leash though From the outside though, them girls be the squeakiest You get 'em inside them girls be the freakiest Mischievous, downright devious Say she want cake I got all the right ingredients Running round fronting like a pure white virgin Gave a nigga dome while her father gave a Sermon Amen, let the choir sing She be walking round campus like the quiet thing So niggas scared to approach when they admiring Man if they know like I know she got that fire thing Pour a little OJ with some P-trone I'm feeling ok, but homie she's gone When remmy Rev called she just ignore him I had her calling on God till the weed And than I hit the door nigga Cause baby I got to go Oh yeah don't act like you don't know I know you've been through this before Check it, I make the rich bitch beg Make the good girl steal Make the old ladies blush Make the young hoes squeal For real, for real

Troubeaux

JENNIFER LOPEZ "A.K.A."
[Verse 1: Jennifer Lopez] This love is so dangerous But I kind of like the thrill It's like a sugar rush It's all in the way you make me feel I didn't see you coming, but you broke me down 'Cause you got some nerve about you Walk up like I know you Both hands and your tattoos One smile, oh [Verse 2: Jennifer Lopez] I gotta admit you're fly And I love it how you talk babe Getting all in my mind Running it like a field play I didn't see you coming, but you broke me down 'Cause you got some nerve love Don't you walk up like I know you Both hands and your tattoos One smile, oh [Hook:] This ain't no ordinary boy This ain't no ordinary boy See the funny thing about you You got me doin' things I wouldn't do You ain't no ordinary boy You gon' be troubeaux (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) You gon' be troubeaux (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) You gon' be troubeaux [Verse 3: Jennifer Lopez] I, deep down I should be good I ain't blind, you're the kind of guy That always got all these girls running after you Do I entertain or play with you? Or just be cool? 'Cause you got some nerve about you Walk up like I know you Both hands and your tattoos One smile, oh Don't sleep I think I'm a burn too fast So close Wrapped up in the heat of love I'm having fantasies Of how it's gonna be 'Cause you got some nerve about you Walk up like I know you Both hands and your tattoos Still [Hook] [Verse 4: Nas] Yo, got Henny in the cup, Jenny knows what's up She with a real one not pretending to be tough Got three cases, might have a warrant I don't know about Beef I don't know about, weed I can't go without My money used to pile up every beginning of the month Unconditional love, in the beginning it was lust Hustler, shooter, was a dealer on the block Now my future's on top no longer dealing with the thots I don't go nowhere without the handle Like I heard little pussy was out in Louisiana Got friends in the fed, some dead over drugs Fucking with me it's high-risk but she still in love (We in love baby) Benny Medina might wanna pay me to leave ya I'm bad for your image, the ghetto menacing diva 'Cause some say Nas is trouble We all live, just ignore them nice guys is boring, I got you [Hook]

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