You used to love me and you used to breathe my name Now you don't love me and I think the sun's to blame You found a rich man and he's got an fancy yacht
Cheat me, cheat me Baby, cheat me, cheat me No you won't cheat me 'Cause I'm gonna cheat myself Kiss me, baby, kiss me Kiss me, baby, kiss me No, you
I want to take a trip to Araby I want to take a trip to Araby I want to see the sun descend on a maiden's knees I want to ride in a great bronze butterfly
See the sand and the white birds swooping low I see the sea and the dead fish floating by I see the grass as it's growing up my door And hear my dog as
First time I saw your face Oh, what a lovely face What a face and what a smile For me, yeah, yeah, yeah A wonderland of light and blue Oh baby, when
Flowering cherry, roses bloom Sunlight streaming into my room, Lord Winter's waning, summer's new I love my baby, yes it's true You know I'll always
You're always on your own, sitting on those seaside chairs on your own , everybody there just passes you by Nobody seems to care if you flash your underwear
Fetch me my woman, hey I just want her near me now Don't want any, any, anybody else I just want her near me now Fetch me my woman Want her right by
I'm the man in your garden I'm the man who grows the fruit Come along with me, baby Pick a fruit that suits I've got some apples I've got some pears
At night I see a great big tree An icy waterfall on me Oh I blame it on the night Yes I blame it on the night Well I blame it on the night The Virgin
Well I'm going to the house upon the hill , the place where they give you pills The rooms are always chilled, they're never cosy Where they give three
It's in his head, it's in his head It's in his head, it's in his head It's in his head, it's in his head It's in his head, it's in his head Fetch the
Mandy Lee, Mandy Lee A chill running down my frame, yeah Well, Mandy Lee, Mandy Lee A chill running down my frame Won't you come on home And love me all
I'm honest if I think I say, baby That I wouldn't lie for a day, no Oh, if I had, baby, if I had your money I don't believe I would steal, no no If I
My baby's a hot potato This song's about a girl called a hot potato She couldn't learn to dance, so, I had to make her And I call her my hot potato '
Oh we're high, out on a highway Driving, rushing down a sweaty road Past those suburban drinking bars Searching for, searching for my white and celluloid
Now, that I'm getting old and Now, I'm getting cold and There's nothing left to say Just like a daffodil, you know I will You know wilting in my way
What's the matter, baby? Why do you worry so? There's no reason to quarrel No reason to go If you feel sorry, baby Then I know why Somebody's been messing
