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Richard Carpenter lyrics - Time

Who Do You Love?

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Some girls sit by the phone at home alone hopin' maybe you'll call Not you, you'll break a date You wouldn't wait at all If I'm hard to handle (tell me 'bout it) Here's my angle (think about it) Takes two to tango and I ought to know Who do you, Who do you, Who do you love? Who do you, Who do you, Who do you love? Who do you love? Some girls do it right every night and never ask for more Not you, you know the score You always ask what for Where's the danger (tell me 'bout it) We'll be strangers (think about it) If it ever changes, I ought to know Who do you, Who do you, Who do you love? Who do you, Who do you, Who do you love? Who do you love?

Sirens

HOODIE ALLEN "People Keep Talking"
[Verse 1 - Hoodie Allen:] Check it Started at the bottom like I'm looking at her booty Asking me for money, I'm a blow it like I'm Hootie Buffalo, where you find me, throwing Bills like I'm Flutie She a product of the nineties, I'm a show her like I'm Truman, ooh 'fore the night is over, she will beso me, muah Got your girlfriend so obsessed with me, that Cecily strong Making all of these bangers for girls who look like Topanga Who grew up in Staten Island, banging 36 Chambers Ya listening to history in the making now Trying to retire at thirty with a vacation house That money funny like Jefferson on a twenty Ivy League like I'm hangin' out with Beyoncé and Jeezy now Swaggin', I can see you impress She on her knees and she ain't trying to confess Save me the stress, ya girl already say I'm the best She came to my show just to get my name on her chest [Hook - Hoodie Allen:] Call 9-1-1 Tell the operator she ain't lookin' for a player We can have some fun We could be together from now until whenever Just call me up And I'll put out the fire that be burning inside We can roll in my ride and make the sirens go She make the sirens go [Verse 2 - Hoodie Allen:] Working cause I love it, do it for my people Words are like my ammo, bang, bang, reload Watch me as I freak flows, ball hard on these beats though Used to take the bus, now I whip it like I'm Devo Nowadays we sittin' court side at every Knicks game Close enough to go and hand Carmelo my mixtape Models in my phone book, bout to make a mistake Tell'em spread the love like we living in the sixties My friends say that my life is like a movie dog I'm bangin' actress after actress like they groupies dog She think I'm James Bond, you just an afterthought These rappers beggin' for any song in my catalogue Working nine-to-five, but the opposite Killing it so much, they bout to build me a monument Tell her "we can do it in the dorm room of your colleges And she can rock my muthafucking world or earn an scholarship [Hook - Hoodie Allen] [Verse 3 - Alex Wiley:] Okay, I know it's frowned upon, but I'm [?] [?] in a text, I got your bitch in it, don't mention it Those who want the D and I appreciate the sentiment Can't afford to own it, I'm just leasing it and renting it Cause I am not cuffing shit, I am not no odd boy I'm more like a hot boy, Gucci leather socks boy Fin dripping in the kitchen whippin' up the box toy I get it for the low, I bet you get it for a lot boy Last night at the Trump towers taking drunk showers At the airport, they went through my bag and found a bunch of weed that was not ours If it's not reeking than it's not sour Smoke in her face, you don't need a vase for these bouquet, then buy flowers [Hook - Hoodie Allen] [Phone ring:] Hey, Hoodie! What's going on man? Todd Ferman calling over from Gigantic Records. Man we just listened to your project, I got a bunch of writers up here, every one in the office is flippin' out. Man, I just wanted to call ya and let you know that we really, really love it, but we just wanna, you know, take it that next level. First thing I would want to do with you is get you a little bit more matured. Throw on a bowtie every now and then, carry a cane around, and wear a grey wig. But other than that, we really love it. Please call me when you get a chance. Once again, Todd Ferman, Gigantic Records. We love your album but we really want to change everything

Saturdays In September

THE JANEDEAR GIRLS "The JaneDear Girls"
Long summer days tucked in a box Smell of rain on the sidewalk Feel of the fall in the air I love these drives to nowhere Singing la da, la da, la da da da da, la da da da da da Long, winding roads and gettin' lost And politics, silly jokes, talkin' just to talk About anything and, man, everything And those moments of losing our innocence And those up all night Friday nights, phone calls and our goodbyes Reading and writing love letters It's hard to sleep in between thinking 'bout you And me dreaming of being together on Saturdays (Saturdays) in September Another busy week, another lonely day Another thought of you that just won't win (just won't win) For Saturday And those up all night Friday nights, phone calls and our goodbyes Reading and writing love letters It's hard to sleep in between thinking 'bout you And me dreaming of being together on Saturdays (Saturdays) in September I love those Saturdays (Saturdays) in September I can't wait to go (yeah I never know) and I just can't get enough Of those up all night Friday nights, phone calls and our goodbyes Reading and writing love letters It's hard to sleep in between thinking 'bout you And me dreaming of being together on Saturdays (Saturdays) in September I love those Saturdays (Saturdays) in September And these are the days I'll remember Long summer days tucked in a box Smell of rain on the sidewalk

Pour Me Another

ATMOSPHERE "You Can't Imagine How Much Fun We're Having"
[Slug] All she wanted was a little bit of solid Feels like love, it doesn't matter what you call it Heal those cuts or hide em underneath the polish Break another promise and take me as a hostage (take me) Hold your job down and let the zombies crowd around Thankin' mommy's god that it's a cop's town Keep it safe for me while I chase a fantasy Swerving through the galaxy, searching for a family Happily surrounded by planets and stars She was stuck uptown, you was landing on Mars It's all fucked up now, caught your hand in the jar Another small step back for the man at the bar (hey bartender) Spill a little bit of blood on the street For the love that goes to those who they drink too much And hold your own glass up to the heavens Take a little time and try to count the seconds [Chorus] It goes, pour me another, so I could forget you now Pour me another, so I could come let you down Pour me another, so I can remember how True that I am to this addiction of you [2X] [Slug] Drink it all away, numb it down to none Stay awake tonight and wait for the sun You say you hate your life, you ain't the only one Let your frustration out the gate and watch the pony run One double, for the hungar and the struggle Two for the fool trying to pull apart the puzzle Three now I smile while I wait for your rebuttle By the fourth shot, I'm just another child in a bubble Trying to play with the passion and the placement Just to see what these people let him get away with Still trying to climb a mountain for you Hammer in my hand, still pounding on a screw She don't listen so he don't speak no more Nobody's winning 'cause neither is keeping score Don't wanna think no more, just let me drink some more Pour me another, cause I can still see the floor [Chorus 2X] [Slug] Live life tipsy, Still if it don't fit right with me Kiss me whiskey, lift my lips, press to my angel Swallow it and leave her empty bottle on the table Let the past fall, making faces at that clock on the back wall Countdown to the last call, ask all these people that make sounds "How long does it take for the pace to break down" Another lonely little trophy If only I could walk a straight line, I'd make it home free And everybody in this bar thinks they know me And my story like "poor me" (yea, pour me another homie) I can count the days 'til you come back Or I can follow them sunrays down to the traintracks I can stumble drunk over hope and love Or I could keep drinking until I sober up (hey waitress) [Chorus] [Slug] Bottles and pints, and shots and cans Couches and floors, and drunk best friends Models and whores, and tattooed hands Cities and secrets and cats and vans Good times, laughter, bad decisions Strippers and actors, and average musicians Mornings after and walks of shame They bartender knows me by my real name Sing it

Fuck Me Pumps

AMY WINEHOUSE "Frank"
When you walk in the bar, And you dressed like a star, Rockin' your F me pumps. And the men notice you, With your Gucci bag crew, Can't tell who he's lookin' to. Cuz you all look the same, Everyone knows your name, And that's you whole claim to fame. Never miss a night, Cuz your dream in life, Is to be a footballers wife. You don't like players, That's what you say-a, But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire. You don't like ballers, They don't do nothing for ya, But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller. You're more than a fan, Lookin' for a man, But you end up with one-nights-stands. He could be your whole life, If you got past one night, But that part never goes right. In the morning you're vexed, He's onto the next, And you didn't even get no taste. Don't be too upset, If they call you a skank, Cuz like the news everyday you get pressed. You don't like players, That's what you say-a, But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire. Or them big ballers, Don't do nothing for ya. But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller, You can't sit down right, Cuz you jeans are too tight, And your lucky its ladies night. With your big empty purse, Every week it gets worse, At least your breasts cost more than hers. So you did Miami, Cuz you got there for free, But somehow you missed the plane. You did too much E, Met somebody, And spent the night getting caned. Without girls like you, There'd be no fun, We'd go to the club and not see anyone. Without girls like you, There's no nightlife, All those men just go home to their wives. Don't be mad at me, Cuz you're pushing thirty, And your old tricks no longer work. You should have known from the job, That you always get dumped, So dust off your fuck me pumps.

Love Man

JERRY REED "The Unbelievable Guitar And Voice"
When you're sick in the bed baby you call the doctor When you run out of pills you call your pharmaceutical man yeah When you run out of grits and fatback honey You go see the fellow down at the all night Buy Right Market Stand Ah but when you're lonesome and need some attention Then you get on the phone and you call up your love man that’s me Yes I'm your love man I'm your love man I got all the sweet talk you need and my kisses are guaranteed I'm your love man I'm your love man All my huggin' I bet is somethin' you won't ever forget yeah When there's a problem too big for you to handle And you need help cause you ain't havin' no luck Well you can look through the yellow pages of the phone book And find somebody come to your house to fix you up Why there's people in this world that can fix anything you can name from A to Z But when you need love specialization you’re lookin' to book him you call me Cause I'm your love man I'm your love man... Talk guitar Yeah that’s cute

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