Girl, when I'm alone with you I get a feelin' through and through Tellin' me that love is comin' on My head starts spinnin' round and round And I don
Chewy, Chewy, Chewy..... Always got a mouthful of such sweet things to say Chewy, Chewy, Chewy, Chewy's full of sugar and I love her that way Ooh I
Every night I see you walk Walking by, walking by You hold your head so close to hers I could cry, yeah, I could cry I want to be that girl tonight
Heartbeat, why do you miss when my baby kisses me? Heartbeat, why does your love kiss stay in my memory? Pittery-pat. I know that new love thrills
I ain't got no home No place to roam I ain't got a home No place to roam I'm a lonely boy I ain't got a home I got a voice And I love to sing I can
Woh, come on! The kids want a little action The kids want a little fun The kids all have to get their kicks Before the evening's done 'Cause they're
West side, east side Little Willy, Willy wears the crown, he's the king around town Dancing, glancing Willy drives them silly with his star shoe shimmy
Oh, ho, ho it's magic, you know Never believe it's not so It's magic, you know Never believe it's not so. Never been awake Never seen a day break Leaning
hearts are carin'... Time can't erase the memory of, these magic, moments, Filled with love! Whistling... The telephone call that tied up the line, for
I recall just walking down the street Trying to escape the city heat I saw her from the corner of my eye, eye, eye Yes she looked so good I thought
your hand and they smile And they buy you a drink They say we'll be your friends We'll stick with you till the end Ah but everybody's only Looking out for
slide through our hands When my heart called You answered me when I was lonely You were there for me There's no rules in love Can't you see? No rules in love For
I was tuning in the shine on the light night dial Doing anything my radio advised With every one of those late night stations Playing songs bringing
shame these slugs ain't real. But we cant have dancing at the local county jail. Sergeant baker and his men made a bee-line for the jail. And for miles
Crave communication See me this is my life in the crazy robot man reservation Do you feel him, the cold vibration 'Cause a man everywhere, produce a
Bang, bang, shoot em' up, destiny Bang, bang, shoot em' up to the moon Bang, bang, shoot em' up one, two, three (One, two, three, four!) I wanted to
may think it's funny That I like this stuff But once you've tried it You can't get enough Wine is red Poison is blue Strychnine is good For what's ailin
and some of the bad kind Some of the others are in between But all that I can say she is the worse kind Well I think you know what I mean And yet for
