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My, my, she cries, everyone dies
She waits, but can t get an answer
All he wants to do is dance
Dance, dance, dance
All he wants to do is dance

My, my, he lies, look at those eyes
While moving in a little closer
Moving in on the girl he hardly knows
Oh, oh, oh

See how she flies, under the skies
He waits, but she no longer hears him
She s gone, gone, she s gone
She s flown away

See how she flies, breaking all ties
Did anybody really know her
Did anybody really know

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I ve got my man on my mind again
I ve got my mind on my man
He s everything to me.......
And my mind is on my man
Got my man on my mind...

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The awful truth
Concerning me
The creature-feature mystery
Is simply this
In the worst way
I wanna play
Mrs. dracula

The challenge is tough
But i know i ve got the stuff
To be just spectacular
Can t you see it in lights
Rosie really meets dracula!
So close your eyes
And visualize
Me in a cape
And fangs in my head
Loving a guy who s mostly dead
(i don t see him often
cause he sleeps in a coffin)
Nothing could be zanier
Than our lives in transylvania
We re fabulous one day
And rotten the next
Variety says
Those two must be hexed!

At six in the morning
When my sweetie is yawning
I feed all the bats
A mush made of rats
Then i tidy the tomb
Cover all the trap doors
And wash any old blood stains
Offa the floors

Don t you see
This juicy part
Was meant for me!
I got the looks
I got the style
I got the bloodshot eyes
And a ghastly smile
It s the dream of my life
To play dracula s wife!
The reviews will all rave
This movie s a whopper
A super show-stopper
And no one can top her
Not rosie!
Dear academy,
Take note
I should get the oscar vote
If i don t
I ll bite your throat!
Signing off now
Quote, unquote

I woke up with your name on my lips
I woke up with your lips on my imagination
Did you wake up with my name on your lips
Or am I all alone in this infatuation

Chorus:
Jackie when you touched my soul in...

dź precz!
Do mamusi
Do tatusia
Do malucha
Idź precz!
Pańska skórko
Ósme cudo znów na rudo
Powiedz, że piję
Że z tobą nie żyję
Że taplasz się w nędzy
Bo nie mam pieniędzy
Idź precz!
Idź precz!
Do rodzeństwa
Do kołtuństwa
Do szaleństwa
Idź precz!
Lalko z pucu
Kalkomanio wyższych uczuć
Powiedz, że z głodu
Nie sprzątasz już w domu
Nie zmywasz też naczyń
Bo jeść nie ma na czym
Idź precz!
Idź...

*Phone rings*

[Hello, could I speak with, Bushwick Bill?]
Hello, this is Bushwick, motherfucking Bill
[Yes sir, I m calling to inform you that you have been drafted
into
the United States military]
The Unites States wants me for what? Hahahaha
[Excuse me sir]
Hahaha
[Bushwick?]
Hahaha, yeah yeah yeah, hey what s up?
[You need to contact your nearest...

Am I dreaming
Or am I just walking in my sleep
I don t believe in
Anything that you want me to be
But I believe in me

When everything is falling down
Falling down
Pick it up pick it up
When everything is falling down
Falling down
Pick it up pick it up

Take what tomorrow brings and don’t ask...

Unsere Tage waren dunkel
Unsere Hemden waren schwarz
Wir standen ständig auf dem Schulhof in der Ecke und wir tauschten
Tief enttäuschte Blicke aus

Und immer wenn wir traurig waren
Und traurig waren wir ziemlich oft
Gingen wir zu dir nach Hause
Und da hörten wir die Smiths

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