Baby:
Here I am: a man on the scene. I can give you what you want—but you’ve got to come home with me. I can give some good, old loving (and I’ve got some more in store). When I’m done giving it to you, you’re going to come back for more.
Some things come dime by the dozen. Well, that’s nothing but a ten-cent loving. Hey, Little Thing: Let me light your candle because, Mama, I am,
Sure Hard to Handle
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I can't quite explain why but I'm laughing very hard at this. In a similar vein, check out the lyrics for Sam Cooke's "Bring it On Home." It could be a letter of apology to a girlfriend until the very end, where he puts the blame squarely on her. I love that song.
Oh my God--that's awesome. He's all I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Also, I forgive you.
We should have an anti-musical where we take lyrics and have them spoken by different characters.
Ha!
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