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I can't curb my sex emotions I don't want no sexy motions I need sweet concussions I need satisfaction Sex is fashion to me Sex is fashion, so let's get naughty! Sex is fashion! Punchy, catchy sex intentions Dirty parties chain reactions I need oil a

Title: Won't Get Fooled Again We'll be fighting in the streets With our children at our feet And the morals that they worship will be gone And the men who spurred us on Sit in judgement of all wrong They decide and the shotgun sings the song I'll tip

Out here in the fields I fight for my meals I get my back into my living I don't need to fight To prove I'm right I don't need to be forgiven Don't cry Don't raise your eye It's only teenage wasteland Sally, take my hand Travel south cross land Put o

The Song Is Over It's All Behind Me I Should Have Known It She Tried To Find Me Our Love Is Over They're All Ahead Now I've Got To Learn It I've Got To Sing Out [CHORUS] I'll Sing My Song To The Wide Open Spaces I'll Sing My Heart Out To The Infinite

Bargain-The Who (by蟲仔洛克) I'd gladly lose me to find you I'd gladly give up all I had To find you I'd suffer anything and be glad I'd pay any price just to get you I'd work all my life and I will To win you I'd stand naked, stoned and stabbed I'd call

Layin' on my back In the newly mown grass Rain is coming down But i know the clouds will pass You bring me tea Say "the babe's are sleepin'" Lay down beside me Love ain't for keeping Black ash from the foundry Hangs like a hood But the air is pe

My life's in jeopardy Murdered in cold blood is what I'm gonna be I ain't been home since Friday night And now my wife is coming after me Give me police protection Gonna buy a gun so I can look after number one Give me a bodyguard A back belt Judo ex

I'm going home And when I want to go home, I'm going mobile Well I'm gonna find a home on wheels, see how it feels, Goin' mobile Keep me moving I can pull up by the curb, I can make it on the road, Goin' mobile I can stop in any street And talk with

Behind blue eyes No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes No one knows what it's like To be hated To be fated To telling only lies *But my dreams They aren't as empty as my conscience seems to be I have hours,

I'm Singing This Note 'Cause It Fits In Well With The Chords I'm Playing I Can't Pretend There's Any Meaning Here Or In The Things I'm Saying But I'm In Tune Right In Tune I'm In Tune And I'm Gonna Tune Right In On You Right In On You Right In On You