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This Side Up
02:46
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It was just a game
And they say there's no shame
In being candid
With love
The white stork came
And no one to blame
But myself
Or was it her
She squeezed my heart for love
Like you would an orange for juice
With a spiked s&m glove
Until I begged for a truce
So I sent her my heart
In a box
With a label on it
This side up
This side up, it's fragile
This side up
This side up, it can break you know
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2. |
Cupid is Blind
02:40
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He shoots people with arrows of gold
While they're looking in mirrors
Or so I've been told
He shoots people with arrows of lead
While they're facing their soul mates
And sharing a bed
If I ever see that little cherub flying
I'm gonna shoot him in the bum
'Cause cupid is blind and so is his mum
She's been shot, she's been struck, she's been hit
While the one she desires
Doesn't love her one bit
He's been shot, he's been struck, he's been torn
Because she couldn't care less
If he hadn't been born
If I ever see that little cherub flying
I'm gonna shoot him in the bum
'Cause cupid is blind and so is his mum
And one day, one day
I'm gonna cram that bow up his ass
And one day, one day
I'm gonna cram that bow up his ass
He's gonna dish out is love, and I'll say
I'll pass
She's been shot, she's been struck, she's been hit
While the one she desires
Doesn't love her one bit
He's been shot, he's been struck, he's been torn
'Cause she couldn't care less
If he hadn't been born
If I ever see that little cherub flying
I'm gonna shoot him in the bum
'Cause cupid is blind and so is his mum
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3. |
I Might Love You
02:30
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There's an empty cobweb in my doorway
I wonder where the spider went
Maybe it's gone over your way
I know that's where my time would be spent
'Cause your smile is infectious when your eyes light up
You are like drinking from my favourite cup
I do my best to hide it but I just can't stop
I'm a little scared to say it but
Baby I might love you
There's a blot of blue ink in my notebook
I wonder what I should write
Maybe I should just have a quick look
At you in my mind's eye to feel alright
'Cause your smile is infectious when your eyes light up
Sunshine and kittens, and a doe-eyed pup
I do my best to hide it but I just can't stop
I'm a little scared to say it but
Baby I might love you
'Cause your smile is infectious when your eyes light up
You are like drinking from my favorite cup
I do my best to hide it but I'd better let it drop
'Cause I've got to, got to say it now
Baby I just love you
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4. |
Ditch That Guy
03:28
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You'd better ditch that guy and run off with me
Ditch that guy and run off with me you'd better
Ditch that guy and run off with me
Ditch that guy and run off with me, 'cause
You know
I'm better than him, and
I know
You'll leave on a whim, and
We know you'll never be free until you
Run
Run
Run
Until you run off with me
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5. |
My Pride Waged a Battle
02:44
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My pride waged a battle
With my lovesickness and lost
My pride waged a battle
With my lovesickness and lost
I've been around the block a few times now
Thought I'd seen it all
This time I don't know what I did
but it sure was a brawl
Maybe she didn't like me
As much as I liked her
Maybe she did and I fucked it up
Or maybe it's all a blur
My pride waged a battle
With my lovesickness and lost
Let it go, leave it be, just walk away
That's what I boldly said
But crawling on all fours and begging for answers
is what I did instead
My pride waged a battle
With my lovesickness and lost
My pride waged a battle
With my lovesickness and lost
But it was a Pyrrhic victory
And hearts mend like minds bend
My pride waged a battle
With my lovesickness and lost
My pride waged a battle
With my lovesickness and lost
My pride waged a battle
With my lovesickness and lost
My pride waged a battle
With my lovesickness and lost
My pride waged a battle
With my lovesickness and lost
Lost
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6. |
The Vixen And The Whale
03:00
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He was driving the byways with a vixen on his tail
His rear-view mirror
Was, as she drew nearer
Like a playboy add-on sale
He switched to her lane
With her in his brain
To obtain a peek at her pair
He signaled late
Chalk it up to fate
His car was beyond repair
The crash was bad
The pain was worse
But nothing beat the urge
The need to see her
In her bedroom gear
And add another sin to purge
He stole a car but didn't get far before they put his ass in jail
The slammer had some chicks in
And he was going to mix in
When the vixen threw his bail
She took him home
There he took her home
Good times were had by all
They closed the deal
Shared a morning meal
Planned their telephone call
Now, on the debit side
When he'd lost his ride
The numbers were hell on earth
So he got a loan and a ring
And he phoned and said :
"Baby, what's your net worth?"
You may not believe in luck but fate was on his side
He felt like a king
When the ring did its thing
When he proposed
And she complied
But don't feel envy
Don't be jealous
Watch out for what you wish
He was driving the byways with a vixen on his tail
He took her for his wife
They led their life
And now that Vixen is a whale
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7. |
Dressed Up My Words
02:50
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I put a wig on my statement and spectacles on my clause
I put some rouge on my subject, drenched my predicate in flaws
My words are in disguise, 'cause I'm afraid to make a mess
I dressed up my words in a pretty flower dress
These eyes are large to see you with is the empty line I say
when you tell me that you love them; We're just giddy anyway
You never ask about my mouth, now feel the pain I'm in
'Cause the answer I would give you is an answer wrought with sin
You're my little red riding hood
And I'm the big bad wolf
Trying to eat you
You're my little red riding hood
And I'm the big bad wolf
Trying to eat you
I fear you dream of a hunter that could fill me up with stones
And you will still be eating cake when they're digging up my bones
My words are in disguise, 'cause I'm afraid to make a mess
I dressed up my words in a pretty flower dress
You're my little red riding hood
And I'm the big bad wolf
Trying to eat you
You're my little red riding hood
And I'm the big bad wolf
Trying to eat you
You're my little red riding hood
And I'm the big bad wolf
Trying to eat you
Trying to eat you
Trying to eat you
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8. |
Goth Chick
03:06
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Goth girls are not defined by the way they look
Dark pants, dark shirt, dark shoes, dark dress
Who cares they look like a villain from a comic book?
Not me
It's the inside that's a real fine mess
She may seem nice
She may seem cute
Just a girl with a deviant fashion sense
But once you get a taste of that forbidden fruit
She dishes out the psycho at your expense
She dishes out the psycho at your expense
So if you ever feel that certain click
You still shouldn't date a goth chick
Goth girls are not all made from the very same mold
You've got dumb ones, smart ones, cool ones, bland ones
Just like everyone else, truth be told
We all have problems but they've got 'em in tons
She may seem nice
She may seem cute
Just a girl with a deviant fashion sense
But once you get a taste of that forbidden fruit
She dishes out the psycho at your expense
She dishes out the psycho at your expense
So if you ever feel that certain click
You still shouldn't date a Goth chick
Just get yourself a happy-go-lucky, cheerful girl
Save yourself some trouble and emotional swirl
She may have her ups
But you get her downs
While all the while your buddies are giving you frowns
She may seem nice
She may seem cute
Just a girl with a deviant fashion sense
But once you get a taste of that forbidden fruit
She dishes out the psycho at your expense
She dishes out the psycho at your expense
She dishes out the psycho at your expense
So if you ever feel that certain click
You still shouldn't date a Goth chick
If you ever feel lovesick
You shouldn't have dated a goth chick
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I feel like Gepetto when his work was brought to life
I'd give my apple to Venus, steal the king of Sparta's wife
Some things you cut with an axe
And some you cut with a knife
I feel like I've got rockets, ready to deliver
And an ace comes along at the turn or the river
Some hands you call, all in
And some you fold with a shiver
I don't believe in fairy tales
In magic creatures with furry tails
I don't believe in destiny
But I do believe in you
The road goes on forever but I'm running out of gas
I'm searching for clues with a magnifying glass
Some sit big and comfy; Front of the plane
And some travel tourist class
I don't believe in fairy tales
In magic creatures with furry tails
I don't believe in destiny
But I do believe in you
I don't believe in fairy tales
In magic creatures with furry tails
I don't believe in destiny
But I do believe in you
Do believe in you
Do believe in you
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My house in the suburbs is your derelict shack
My lady of impenetrable chastity is your harlot, oh
Your world view is out of whack
My slip of the tongue is your verbal attack
My tales of incompatible destinies are your heartache, oh
Your world view is out of whack
You've got trouble making friends and
you've got trouble-making friends.
You don't know where the world ends
Or where love transcends
Infatuation
My deep shade of purple is your depressing black
My serenade of serenity is your haunting, oh
Your world view is out of whack
My charismatic wrinkle is your decrepit crack
My act of magnanimity is your boasting, oh
Your world view is out of whack
You've got trouble making friends and
you've got trouble-making friends
You don't know when the world ends
Or where love transcends
Infatuation
You've got trouble making friends but
you've got time to make amends
You don't know where there world ends
You don't know where it ends
Your world view is out of whack
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I'm feeling fine, I'm feeling mellow
But when the flag comes down
God I hope I win
People say I can't stand in his shadow
But when the sun is low
I might just fit in
It's true
Done is the past tense of to do
So don’t think
Don’t wait
Just do, just do, just do
It's a bitter pill that's tough to swallow
When you're buried deep
Sometimes you just lose
But don't forget you have a dream to follow
And there's nothing worse
Than "What if?"s for a lame excuse
It's true
Done is the past tense of to do
So don’t think
Don't wait
Just do, just do
It’s true
Done is the past tense of to do
So don't think
Don't wait
Just do, just do, just do
PS
done is the present perfect of to do
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Frank Nicolas Amsterdam, Netherlands
With a versatile voice ranging from Buddy Holly to Johnny Cash and Cat Stevens and the style to match, Frank can be counted upon to hit the listener with upbeat love songs and powerful dirges. Solid guitar playing and catchy songwriting will leave you with a chorus stuck in your head for days. ... more
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