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Time is Money
03:11
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I wrote it out, it didn’t send.
If not now, then when?
I’m gonna spend all my time and all my bread
tryna’ find you.
Speakin’ in tongues like lead.
What you said repeating in my head.
Retreating to my bed built for two.
La-dee-dah, whoopty-doo.
Bite my tongue until I choke.
Time is money and I’m broke.
Bite my tongue until I choke.
Time is money and I’m broke.
Going out to get ahead.
I’m giving in to a world that I can’t comprehend.
Twelve out of ten times, my mind is on you.
Bite my tongue until I choke.
Time is money and I’m broke.
Bite my tongue until I choke.
Time is money and I’m broke.
Bite my tongue until I choke.
Time is money and I’m broke.
Bite my tongue until I choke.
Time is money and I’m broke.
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2. |
Sinners
03:08
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Keep it to yourself, honey,
and don't love anybody.
I don't wanna know
what it's like to kiss and tiptoe tonight.
Save yourself, save your money.
Lookin' that good can get real ugly.
You know I oughta decline.
You wanna get wild and got my number dialed. Alright.
It's a sin, it's forbidden, but we're goin' in.
It's tough lovin' and livin', love me just a little bit.
Keep it to yourself, honey,
all the smoke and all the bubbly.
When we spill the wine
you wanna get yours and get mine. Oh my.
It's a sin, it's forbidden, but we're goin' in.
It's tough lovin' and livin', love me just a little bit.
No lovin' allowed unless you're down to get down with me.
And by down I mean DOWN, turn a fuck to a frown for free.
It's a sin, it's forbidden, but we're goin' in.
It's tough lovin' and livin', love me just a little bit.
Alright.
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3. |
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Hey, let me take you out tonight,
and I'll show you right, right around this town.
You'll be my midnight love underneath the stars above.
So come on, go on and let your hair down.
And in the morning light,
everything's alright.
It'll be a blacked-out blur.
And you're the only cure.
Hey, let me show you how it's done.
Your fire's fed when you're having fun.
You're my midnight love underneath streetlights above.
So come on, go on and paint the whole town.
And in the morning light,
everything's alright.
It'll be a blacked-out blur.
And you're the only one for me.
I wonder how we could be so hand-in-glove.
When push comes to shove,
You're my midnight love.
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4. |
Trix
03:11
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You’re a tricky one.
Ring Around the Rosie, the way you got me spun.
Pocket full of pingers and an inbox full of texts.
Cut me off like you’re cuttin’ a cheque.
Last I checked you’re not deaf, love is blind and I’m not dumb.
Relive the night through the kisses on your neck.
I know I’m not the only one.
You’re a tricky one.
Slow burnin’ but you’re quick to draw the gun.
Real slick with your silver tongue.
Take me through your smoke and mirror show, show me how it’s done.
Last I checked you’re not deaf, love is blind and I’m not dumb.
Relive the night through the kisses on your neck.
I know I’m not the only one.
You’re a tricky little love.
You’re a tricky little love.
You’re a tricky little love.
You’re a tricky little love.
You’re a tricky little love.
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5. |
Fortnight
03:44
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It’s been a fortnight or two since I’ve seen you.
Where have you been hiding?
I’ll find my spine and drop you a line.
Time spent with you is like a rollercoaster ride.
So buckle up.
We hit it off right off the cuff.
I got your cupro blouse still on my couch.
One touch is never enough.
So what’s up?
Hey, how ya doin’?
If you’re available, am I a shoo-in?
I’m assumin' that you’re still down,
so come around.
It’s been a minute.
We barely start before we finish.
I’m sick of sittin’ so quit the quittin’ and get committin’.
Love is a head-on collision where nobody survives.
Let’s go for a ride.
So buckle up.
We hit it off right off the cuff.
I got your silly pout still on my mouth.
One touch is never enough.
So what’s up?
Hey, how ya doin’?
If you’re available, am I a shoo-in?
I’m assumin' that you’re still down,
so come around.
Come around to the other side of town
where you’re with and not without,
and you’re red2go dressed head-to-toe in white.
Oh what a night.
I can almost see the sights and the sounds
even though you’re not around.
Hey, how ya doin’?
If you’re available, am I a shoo-in?
I’m assumin' that you’re still down,
so come around.
So what’s up?
Hey, how ya doin’?
If you’re available, am I a shoo-in?
I’m assumin' that you’re still down,
so come around.
Come around.
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6. |
So Good
02:07
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Your love’s so good to me, I told you so.
I’ll tell you everything and everyone I know.
Hold my breath and I’ll hold yours.
An ampersand’s the only thing between us anymore.
Your love’s so good, your love’s so good to me.
Your love’s so good, your love’s so good to me.
These streets so new to me, Geronimo.
I see you in everything and everywhere I go.
Hold my breath and I’ll hold yours.
An ampersand’s the only thing between us anymore.
Knock on wood, ‘cause the way you are to me, it is so good.
Your love’s so good, your love’s so good to me.
Your love’s so good, your love’s so good to me.
Your love’s so good, your love’s so good to me.
Your love’s so good, your love’s so good to me.
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