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Little Caesar

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My name is Little Caesar.
My friends call me LC.
My Daddy's named the same and passed it on to me.
I'm the kinda guy who by and by who wants to be your friend.
I'll make you a happy ending.
I loop the loo.
I do it good.
I've been called alot of names, some of them obscene.
But you think I'm funny and wonder about me?
I don't worry anymore, get uptight, or fear.
Back in the days of "funny" funny they called me queer.
They used to call me.
They called me rudely.
I'm a love 'em and leave 'em kinda fella, a goodtime gentleman.
Perform my magic for ya then I'll make my plan.
When I'm gone you'll feel so low: obsession out-a-hand.
You'll find I'll linger in your mind.
You can't forgive me.
You won't forget me.
You can't live without me.
Can't live without me.
You'll find there's not enough and that you love too much.
Can't live without me.
You can't live with me.
Can't live without me.
Just call me Caesar.
You can't forgive me.
You won't forget me.
I'm Little Caesar, yea.

Danceway

Be my TV Guide in between the stations.
Be my satellite: secret information.
Stairway going one way to the subway.
Waiting for the train.
Take it to the runway.
Journal in the Square, fingers in the hairdo.
England in the air, Beatle in the bathroom.
Highway going one way or another.
Let's get in the car.
Brooklyn Queens Expressway.
Turning in the light, singing to the doorway.
Standing on the side, listen to the subway.
(No one understands you, upperhands you, lonely valentine.
Bell and book and candle.)

(Can I) Find The Right Words (To Say)

Look up the right words, the ones for today.
Use them correctly and mean what I say.
Answer the questions.
Crossword confession.
Interrogation.
I'm down, can we meet?
Is it true do you cheat?
How far can I go?
How much do you know?
What's the definition?
How much did she mention?
How much does she know?
Can I find the right words to say?
The right words are so hard to say.
It's a challenger puzzle from the magazine section Across with the questions.
Do the ethics of reference.
One hundred twenty brain teasers to torment you.
One hundred thoughts.
I can't find the right words to say.
My meaning's not quite getting through.
The right words are so hard to say.
Can I find the right words for you?
Let's not hedge our bets 'cause the odds are dependent.
Please listen instead, now the whispers are ending.
The point's misleading as points often do.
Can I find the right words for you?

English Boys

When I was 17 I saw a magazine.
It had those English boys who had long hair.
When I was on my own they moved into my town,
and I just called 'em up and they'd be there.
In 1969 I had a lousy time.
I listened to the songs, read letters sent from Nam.
Now peace and love were gone, the tired soldiers home.
Ideal society gunned down the 70's.
Does it feel the same to you?
Why do you act the way you do?
Pack it up or pack it in.
There's no excuse.
Could the hands of time reverse?
Would we wake or take the ride
and again speak with one voice?
We knew each other well although we never met.
Messages passed to tell equal respect.
Coincidence recurred.
I had to laugh a lot.
One week hung up superb, said maybe not.

The Hunter Gets Captured By The Game

Everyday brings change and the old world puts on a new face.
Certain things rearrange and this whole world seems like a new place.
Secretly I've been tailing you like a fox that preys on a rabbit.
I had to get you and so I knew I had to learn your ways and habits.
Ooooooooooo ah, you were the catch that I was after.
I looked up and I was in your arms and I knew that I was captured.
What's this whole world coming to?
Things just ain't the same anytime the hunter gets captured by the game.
Oh yeah.
I had laid such a tender trap, hoping you might fall into it.
Love hit me with a sudden slap.
One kiss and then I knew it.
Ooooooooooo, my plan didn't work out like I thought.
I had laid my trap for you but it seems that I got caught.
What's this whole world coming to?
Things just ain't the same anytime the hunter gets captured by the game.
Oh yeah.
Yeah yeah.
Oh yeah.
Oh yeah.


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Compositores: Deborah Harry (Debbie Harry), Christopher Stein (Chris Stein)
ECAD: Obra #16254498

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