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The Official LYRIC Association Thread...

Take me down to the Paradise City
where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Oh, won't you please take me home?
 
When I think of home, I think of a place
Where theres love overflowing
I wish I was home, I wish I was back there
With the things Ive been knowing
 
Knowing me, knowing you (ah-haa)
There is nothing we can do
Knowing me, knowing you (ah-haa)
We just have to face it, this time were through
 
Don't you know promises were never made to keep?
Just like the night, dissolve in sleep
Ill be your savior, steadfast and true
Ill come to your emotional rescue
 
I was made for lovin you baby
You were made for lovin me
And I cant get enough of you baby
Can you get enough of me
 
When Im with you baby, I go out of my head
And I just cant get enough, I just cant get enough
All the things you do to me and everything you said
And I just cant get enough, I just cant get enough
 
I just can't get you out of my head
boy your loving is all i think about
 
Well sometimes I go out by myself
and I look across the water
and I think of all the things
why'd you do it
and in my head I paint a picture
 
When I look up to the skies
I see your eyes a funny kind of yellow
I rush home to bed I soak my head
I see your face underneath my pillow
I wake next morning, tired, still yawning
See your face come peeping through my window

Pictures of matchstick men and you
Mirages of matchstick men and you
All I ever see is them and you
 
Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah they were all yellow,
 
I'm just mad about Saffron
Saffron's mad about me
I'm just mad about Saffron
She's just mad about me

They call me mellow yellow
(Quite rightly)
They call me mellow yellow
(Quite rightly)
They call me mellow yellow
 
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World
 
Were captive on the carousel of time
We cant return, we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
 
You spin me right round, baby
Right round like a record, baby
Right round, round, round

If I, I get to know your name
Well I, could trace your private number, baby

All I know is that to me
You look like you're lots of fun
Open up your loving arms
I want some, want some

:innocent::innocent::innocent::innocent:
 
Im your private dancer
A dancer for money
Ill do what you want me to do
Im your private dancer
A dancer money
Any old music will do
 
Woop-shop
shang-a-lang
I wanna gold Cadillac
and I want your money, honey
and a jukebox in the back
 
You moved like honey in my dream last night
Yeah, some old fires were burning
You came near to me and you endeared to me
But you couldn't quite discern me
 
I know she's a tracker
any scarlet would back her
They say she's a chooser
but I just can't refuse her
 
She's a lady.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
She's a lady.
Talkin' about that little lady, and the lady is mine.
 

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