Live in New York lyrics

Uh huh make me tonight.
Tonight make it right.
Uh huh make me tonight.
Tonight.
Tonight.
Oh uh huh make it magnificent.
Tonight.
Right.
Oh, your hair is beautiful.
Oh, tonight.
Atomic.
Tonight make it magnificent.
Tonight.
Make me tonight.
Your hair is beautiful.
Oh, tonight.
Atomic.
Atomic.
Oh.

Colour me your colour, baby
Colour me your car
Colour me your colour, darling
I know who you are
Come up off your colour chart
I know where you're comin' from
Call me (call me) on the line
Call me, call me any, anytime
Call me (call me) my love
You can call me any day or night
Call me

Cover me with kisses, baby
Cover me with love
Roll me in designer sheets
I'll never get enough

Looking for your faceWhere it could never beIím following a trailThat only I can seeRaising waves of heatI press onIn tiny bursts of speed
Caught in my pursuitI pay the fetishist admissionThe longing that I feelDrives me mad in no directionNailed by something cuteI tear it outWith microsurgical precision
IncenderPut some gas on the emberLightning goes to ground

I'm in the phone booth, it's the one across the hall.
If you don't answer, I'll just ring it off the wall.
I know he's there, but I just had to call.
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone.
I heard your mother, now she's going out the door.
Did she go to work or just go to the store?
All those things she said, I told you to ignore.
Oh why can't we talk again?

Once I had a love and it was a gas
Soon turned out had a heart of glass
Seemed like the real thing, only to find
Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind
Once I had a love and it was divine
Soon found out I was losing my mind
It seemed like the real thing but I was so blind
Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind

In between
What I find is pleasing and I'm feeling fine

She moves like she don't care
Smooth as silk, cool as air
Ooh it makes you wanna cry
She doesn't know your name
And your heart beats like a subway train
Ooh it makes you wanna die
Ooh, don't you wanna take her?
Ooh, wanna make her all your own?

Maria, you've gotta see her
Go insane and out of your mind
Regina, Ave Maria
A million and one candle lights

I've seen this thing before

One way,or another, I'm gonna find ya;
I'm gonna get ya get ya get ya get ya!
One way, or another, I'm gonna win ya;
I'm gonna get ya get ya get ya get ya!
One way, or another, I'm gonna see ya;
I'm gonna meet ya meet ya meet ya meet ya!
One day, maybe next week,
I'm gonna meet ya, I'm gonna meet ya, I'll meet ya!

{Bridge #1}
I will drive past your house,
And if the lights are all down,

featuring Coolio, Inspectah Deck, Mobb Deep, U-God

*harpsichord solo*

[Blondie]
THERE'S NO sinning, bears getting dressed to kill
Laughing down the sun like a jackal will
With his eyes ablaze and his lips apart
He's gonna fill his cup with the love in your heart
And drink it up till the morning starts
Circulate the red light this is get the girls and get the sis'

(Heypsst psst, here she comes now.)
Oh, you know her.
Would ya look at that hair!
Yeah, you know her,
Check out those shoes.
She looks like she stepped out of the middle of somebody's blues.
She looks like the Sunday comics!
She thinks she's Brenda Starr.
Her nose job is real atomic...
all she needs is an old knife scar!
Ehhh, she's so dull, come on rip her to shreds.

Shayla worked in a factory.
She wasn't history.
She's just a number.
One day she gets her final pay and she goes far away.
Green trees call to me.
I am free but life is so cheap.
Scenery is still outside of me.
All alone, trapped by its beauty.
Shayla turned to run away, to leave in peace and end her stay.
Years of fear were in her way.
Lost in space and down she came.

I know a girl from a lonely street
Cold as ice cream but still as sweet
Dry your eyes sunday girl
Hey I saw your guy with a different girl
Looks like he's in another world
Run and hide sunday girl
Hurry up hurry up and wait
I stay away all week and still I wait
I got the blues
Please come see what your lovin means to me
She can't catch up with the working crowd

The tide is high but I'm holding on
I'm gonna be your number one
I'm not the kind of girl
Who gives up just like that
Oh, no

It's not the things you do
That tease and hurt me bad
But it's the way you do
The things you do to me
I'm not the kind of girl
Who gives up just like that
Oh, no

The tide is high but I'm holding on
I'm gonna be your number one
Number one, number one