Singing in the rain, dancing in the bathroom
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Album: Fuel for the Fire
Released: 1984
Layin’ in the after glow
I only want to learn what you know
But now you’re leavin’
How many hearts must you break
And how many calls must I makeBut now you’re leavin’
In this world all that I choose has come unbearable
But love is in your touch
Ooh, it’s killing me so muchOh only when you leave
I’ll need to love you
And when the action has all gone
I’m just a little fool enough to need you
A fool enough too long
Only when you leave, you’ll leave in danger
Ooh, I’ll make sure that you pay
So give a little passion to a stranger
And take this soul awayI only want to make this things last
So how could this have gone so fast
And now you’re leavin’
How many times must I learn
It’s only when you’ve gone that I burnAnd now you’re leavin’
In the end, all that is left has come unbearable
It’s hard to change your mind
So leave it all behindOh only when you leave
I’ll need to love you
And when the action has all gone
I’m just a little fool enough to need you
A fool enough too long
Only when you leave, you’ll leave in danger
Ooh, I’ll make sure that you pay
So give a little passion to a stranger
And take this soul awayLayin’ in the after glow
I only want to learn what you know
Ooh, but now you’re leavin’
How many hearts must you break
And how many calls must I makeBut now you’re leavin’
In this world all that I choose has come unbearable
But love is in your touch
Ooh, it’s killing me so muchOh only when you leave
I’ll need to love you
And when the action has all gone
I’m just a little fool enough to need you
A fool enough too long
Only when you leave, you’ll leave in danger
Ooh, I’ll make sure that you pay
So give a little passion to a stranger
And take this soul awayWoo-oh-oh-oh…no no no no
Only when you leave, you’ll leave in danger
Ooh, I’ll make sure that you pay
So give a little passion to a stranger…Writer(s): Gary Kemp
Album: Parade
Released: 1984
Säg mig vad är fel
Säg mig vad är rätt
Gör jag dig illa
Gör jag dig gladDon’t tell me the story of your life
I’ve heard too much already
You said you’ve got problems with your wife
I’d say the problem’s you
‘Cause you never grew up
And you’re runnin’ away
But you’re gonna get caught somedayTell me about it
Oh, that’s tough
Tell me about it
Oh, that’s toughSo don’t tell me the story of your life
I’d rather watch the movie
Your Hollywood smile is not enough
You’re giving me the blues
So when are you going to understand
I’m not the woman to make you a man
So if you’ve got a wife you don’t talk to enoughTell me about it
Oh, that’s tough
Tell me about it
Oh, that’s toughSäg mig vad är fel
Säg mig vad är rätt
Gör jag dig illa
Gör jag dig gladI don’t want to hear about the time you crashed your new Ferrari
Don’t try to impress me with your lines
I’ve no respect for you
‘Cause you’ve tried to make out
That you’re somebody else
But you’ll never escape yourself
So when are you going to understand
I don’t intend to be part of your plans
You’ve got an obsession, you like to collideTell me about it
Oh, that’s tough
Tell me about it
Oh, that’s toughOh, don’t tell me
Don’t tell me, don’t tell me
That’s toughI don’t want to hear you tell me
That’s toughDon’t tell me, don’t tell me, don’t tell me, don’t tell me
That’s toughSo I don’t wanna hear you to tell me
That’s tough
Don’t tell me, don’t tell me, don’t tell me
That’s toughThat’s tough
So I don’t wanna hear you to tell me
That’s tough
Don’t tell me, don’t tell me, don’t tell me
That’s toughOh, that’s tough
Tell me about it
Oh, that’s toughSo I don’t want you to tell me
That’s tough
Don’t tell me, don’t tell me, don’t tell me
That’s tough
That’s toughWriter(s): Anni-Frid Lyngstad / Hans Fredriksson / Kirsty MacColl
Album: Agnetha & Frida: The Voice of ABBA
Released: 1994
(Our Father, who art in Heaven)
(Hollowed be thy name)I stand alone and watch the clock
I only wait for it to stop
And in the room locked up inside me (thy kingdom come)
The cutout magazines remind me
I sit and wait alone (thy will be done) in my roomAnd in my room against the wall
There is a picture very small (on Earth, as it is in Heaven)
A photograph I took some years ago
It shows a picture of the room I know
I sit and wait alone in my room (on Earth, as it is in Heaven)The walls are white and in the night
The room is lit by electric light(On Earth, as it is in Heaven)
I stand alone and watch the clock (and lead us not into temptation)
I only wait for it to stop
The doors are shut and all the windows lock
The only sound is from the clock
I sit and wait alone in my room (and deliver us from evil)(And deliver us from evil)
…Writer(s): Eric William Martin / Gary L. Usher / Brian Wilson / Michelle Patricia Gayle
Album: Upstairs at Eric’s
Released: 1982
I’ve been watching you waltz all night Diane
Nobody’s found a way behind your defenses
They never notice the zap gun in your hand
Until you’re pointing it and stunning their sensesAll night long, all night long
You’ll shoot ’em down because you’re waiting for somebody good to come on
All night long, all night long
But you’ll be sleeping with the television onYou say you’re looking for someone solid here
You can’t be bothered with those `just for the night’ boys
Tonight unless you take some kind of chances dear
Tomorrow morning you’ll wake up with the white noiseAll night long, all night long
You’re only standing there ’cause somebody once did somebody wrong
All night long, all night long
But you’ll be sleeping with the television onYour eyes are saying talk to me, talk to me
But your attitude is “don’t waste my time”
Your eyes are saying talk to me, talk to me
But you won’t hear a word ’cause it just might be the same old lineThis isn’t easy for me to say Diane
I know you don’t need anybody’s protection
I really wish I was less of a thinking man
And more a fool who’s not afraid of rejectionAll night long, all night long
I’ll just be standing here ’cause I know I don’t have the guts to come on
All night long, all night long
And I’ll be sleeping with the television onYour eyes are saying talk to me, talk to me
But my attitude is “boy, don’t waste your time”
Your eyes are saying talk to me, talk to me
But I won’t say a word ’cause it just might be somebody else’s same old lineAll night long, all night long
We’re only standing here ’cause somebody might do somebody wrong
All night long, all night long
And we’ll be sleeping with the television on
Sleeping with the television on
Sleeping with the television onWriter(s): Billy Joel
Album: Glass Houses
Released: 1980
Your love is like a tidal wave, spinning over my head
Drownin’ me in your promises, better left unsaid
You’re the right kind of sinner to release my inner fantasy
The invincible winner and you know that you were born to beYou’re a heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
Don’t you mess around with me
You’re a heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
Don’t you mess around, no, no, noYour love has set my soul on fire, burnin’ out of control
You taught me the ways of desire, now it’s takin’ its toll
You’re the right kind of sinner to release my inner fantasy
The invincible winner and you know that you were born to beYou’re a heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
Don’t you mess around with me
You’re a heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
Don’t you mess around, no, no, noYou’re the right kind of sinner to release my inner fantasy
The invincible winner and you know that you were born to beYou’re a heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
Don’t you mess around with me
You’re a heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
Don’t you mess around with meYou’re a heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
Don’t you mess around with me
You’re a heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
HeartbreakerGeoff Gill / Cliff Wade
Album: In the Heat of the Night
Released: 1979
Put your hand in a party wave
Pass around
Make a shroud pulling combs through a backwash frame
Find the copies in a carbon mount
Pass around
Stroke a pocket with a print of a laughing soundGet around town
Get around town
Where the people look good
Where the music is loud
Get around town
No need to stand proud
Add your voice to the sound of the crowdThe shades from a pencil peer
Pass around
A fold in an eyelid brushed with fear
The lines on a compact guide
Pass around
A hat with alignment worn insdeGet around town
Get around town
Where the people look good
Where the music is loud
Get around town
No need to stand proud
Add your voice to the sound of the crowdGet in line now
Get in line now
Stay in time with the rhythm and rhyme
Get around town
Get around town
Where the people look good
Where the music is loud
Get around town
No need to stand proud
Add your voice to the sound of the crowdGet around town
Get around town
Where the people look good
Where the music is loud
Get around town
No need to stand proud
Add your voice to the sound of the crowdGet around town
Get around town
Where the people look good
Where the music is loud
Get around town
No need to stand proud
Add your voice to the sound of the crowdWriter(s): John William Callis / Philip Oakey / Adrian Philip Wright
Album: Dare!
Released: 1981
This day’s an invitation
And it’s just for you
You’ve got a reservation
For the 17th of June
Open your eyes
And let the Sun break in for a while
There may be something
That you’ve never seen insideFeel how your heart beats like a
Heavy machine
The sound of the traffic is like a
Silent dreamThe dust in the park
The exhaust from the cars
Ascends in that heated afternoon
You touch a sweaty bodySummer in Berlin
It’s alright (it’s alright)
The days feel so tired
From the lead in the air
And the fire in the skies
Life seemed to be a fault of grace
But it’s okay
It gave you a kiss
In the middle of the crossroadsFeel how your heart beats like a
Heavy machine
The sound of the traffic is like a
Silent dreamThe dust in the park
The exhaust from the cars
Ascends in that heated afternoon
You touch a sweaty bodySummer in Berlin
It’s alright (it’s alright)
The days feel so tired
From the lead in the air
And the fire in the sky
Life seemed to be a fault of grace
But it’s okay
It gave you a kiss
In the middle of the crossroadsSummer in Berlin
Summer in Berlin
It’s alright (it’s alright)
The heat of the sun
Which is stored in the pavement
Feels so fine
Here stands the innocent
And there it comes oh so wild
That’s when you’re longing
For a summer by the wallSummer in Berlin
Summer in Berlin
It’s alright (it’s alright)
It’s a summer in Berlin
The heat of the sun
Which is stored in the pavement
Feels so fine
It’s a summer in Berlin
Here stands the innocent
And there it comes oh so wild
It’s a summer in Berlin
That’s when you’re longing
For a summer by the wall
It’s a summer by the wallWriter(s): Marian Gold / Frank Mertens / Bernard Lloyd
Album: Forever Young
Released: 1984
I wear my sunglasses at night
So I can, So I can
Watch you weave then breathe your story lines
And I wear my sunglasses at night
So I can, So I can
Keep track of the visions in my eyesWhile, she’s deceiving me,
It cuts my security (has)
she got control of me
I turn to her and sayDon’t switch the blade on the guy in shades; oh no
Don’t masquerade with the guy in shades;
(oh no) (I can’t believe it)
You got it made with the guy in shades; oh noI wear my sunglasses at night
So I can, So I can
Forget my name while you collect your claim
And I wear my sunglasses at night
So I can, So I can
See the light that’s right before my eyesWhile she’s deceiving me,
she cuts my security (has)
She got control of me
I turn to her and sayDon’t switch the blade on the guy in shades (oh no)
Don’t masquerade with the guy in shades
(oh no) (I can’t believe it)
(cuz) You got it made with the guy in shades (oh no)While she’s deceiving me,
she cuts my security (has)
She got control of me
I turn to her and sayDon’t switch the blade on the guy in shades (oh no)
Don’t masquerade with the guy in shades
(oh no) (I can’t believe it)
don’t be afraid of the guy in shades
(oh No) (It can’t escape you)
(cus) You got it made with the guy in shades (oh no)I said
I wear my sunglasses at night
I wear my sunglasses at night
I wear my sunglasses at nightI say to ya now
I wear my sunglasses at night
I wear my sunglasses at night
I wear my sunglasses at nightI cry to you
I wear my sunglasses at night
I wear my sunglasses at nightWriter(s): Corey Hart
Album: First Offense
Released: 1983
Better parted
I see people crying
Truth gets harder
There’s no sense in lying
Help me find a way from this maze
I can’t help myselfWhen I see tenderness before you left (Forget)
That even breaking up was never meant (Forget)
But only angels look before they tread (Forget)
Living in another world to you
Living in another world to you
Living in another world to youBetter parted
I see people hiding
Speech gets harder
There’s no sense in writing
Help me find a way from this maze
I can’t help myselfWhen I see tenderness before you left (Forget)
That even breaking up was never meant (Forget)
But only angels look before they tread (Forget)
Living in another world to you
Living in another world to you
Living in another world to youHelp me find a way from this maze
I’m living in another world to you and I can’t help myselfDid I see tenderness where you saw Hell? (Forget)
Did I see angels in the hand I held? (Forget)
God only knows what kind of tale you’d tell (Forget)
Living in another world to you
Living in another world to you
Living in another world to youWriter(s): Mark David Hollis / Timothy Alan Friese-Greene
Album: The Colour of Spring
Released: 1986
