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Words & music Cole Porter
When the only sound in the empty street
Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet
That belong to a lonesome cop
I open shop
When the moon so long has been gazing down
On the wayward ways of this wayward town
That her smile becomes a smirk
I go to work
Love for sale
Appetising young love for sale
Love that's fresh and still unspoiled
Love that's only slightly soiled
Love for sale
Who will buy
Who would like to sample my supply
Who's prepared to pay the price
For a trip to Paradise
Love for sale
Let the poets pipe of love
In their childish way
I know every type of love
Better far than they
If you want the thrill of love
I've been through the mill of love
Old love, new love
Every love but true love
Love for sale
Appetising young love for sale
If you want to buy my wares
Follow me and climb the stairs
Love for sale
Love for sale
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Words & music Henry Glover
It brings a tear into my eyes
When I begin to realise
I've cried so much since you've been gone
I guess I'll drown in my own tears
I'm sitting crying just like a child
My pouring tears are running wild
If you don't think you'll be home soon
I guess I'll drown in my own tears
Cos I know it's true
Into each life some rain must fall
I'm so blue here without you
It keeps on raining and pouring
Why can't you come on home
So I won't be all alone
If you don't think you'll be home soon
I guess I'll drown in my own tears
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Words & music Bill Withers
Granma's hands clapped in church on Sunday morning
Granma's hands played the tambourine so well
Granma's hands used to issue out a warning
“Michael don't you run so fast
Might fall on a piece of glass
Might be snakes there in that grass”
Granma's hands
Granma's hands sooth the local unwed mother
Granma's hands used to ache sometimes and swell
Granma's hands used to lift her free and tell her
“Baby Granma understands
That you really loved that man
Put yourself in the Spirits' hands”
Granma's hands
Granma's hands used to hand me a piece of candy
Granma's hands picked me up each time I fell
Granma's hands, boy they really came in handy
“Mattie don't you whip that boy
What you want to spank him for?
He didn't drop no apple core”
But I don't have Granma any more
If I get to heaven I'll look for
Granma
If I ever get up there
If I ever go down there
I'll be wandering around
I'll be looking for her
I'll be looking up a north a south a west and east and everywhere I go
Baby Granma
Those eyes, those hands, those smiles
Those warm little looks I get from her...
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Words and music Mick Hucknall
Before we go on the honeymoon is over
Just because I've never known your face
Don't look at me in the wrong way
To try and pick you out from all this space
The coldest room in the whole damn place
Lady Godiva's room
The only place she ever played in tune
Lady Godiva's room
The only place she ever played her bells in
Ah this is madness
This is insane gloom
Before we go on the honeymoon is over
When I asked I was beside myself
Thought that marriage would turn out well
In this holly and ivy age
The day we kissed on the mistletoe train
The love we have is still inside us
The dreams we had have left inside and died
Lady Godiva's room
The only place she ever played in tune
Lady Godiva's room
The only place she ever played her bells in
Ah this is madness
This is insane gloom
Before we go on the honeymoon is over
Before we go on the honeymoon is over
Lady Godiva the honeymoon is over
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