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And another
Daisy Daisy give me your answer do
I'm half crazy all for the love of you.
It won't be a stylish marriage
I can't afford a carriage
But you'll look sweet and kind of neat
On a bicycle made for two.

Bicycle! Bicycle!! Bicycle!!! Bicycle!!!
I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike...
I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride it where I like....

Motorbikin motorbikin motorbikin motorcyclin
On the queens highway
Lookin like a streak of lightning
If you gotta go go go motorbike ridin......

I love that one!!!

Hold on tight, I'm a motorbike!
I'm a sexmachine, a silver machine,
Fill me up with gasoline, motoroil and gasoline...

Get up (get on uppa)
Get up (get on uppa)
Stay on the scene (get on uppa)
Like a sex machine....

(you set that one up nicely)

I just wanna feel but I'm a machine...
I just wanna feel but I'm a machine...

I'm just a love machine
And I won't work for nobody but you
I'm just a love machine
A huggin and a kissin fiend......

You're just like an angel,
Your skin makes me cry...
You float like a feather,
In a beautiful world,
I wish I was special
You're so f**** special....

No one on earth could feel like this
I'm thrown and overblown with bliss
There must be an Angel
Playing with my heart
I walk into an empty room
And suddenly my heart goes boom
It's an orchestra of Angels
And they're playing with my heart

Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy,
But give the devil his due,
I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul,
'Cause I think I'm better than you"

I'm in trouble
Your in trouble
Deep deep trouble
Someone burst our bubble
I'm in trouble
Won't you save our souls tonight..

Is this the road to my redemption?
Is this where I stand at last?
Is this my soul possession?
Is this where my heartache meets my past?
My soul possession...

Baby can you understand me now
Sometimes I get a little mad
Dont you know no one alive can be an angel
When things go wrong I seem to go bad
Im just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord please dont let me be misunderstood...

You can say baby, baby can I hold you tonight
Maybe if I told you the right words, at the right time
You’d be mine

I'll be misunderstood
By the beautiful and good in this city
None of this was planned
Take me by the hand
Just don't try and understand

Can't forgive sorry to say
You don't know your guilty anyway
Isn't it funny how we don't speak, the language of love.
(Robbie Williams).

Years ago, the choir I was in sung a selection of Victorian Parlour songs. When father papered the parlour was one that I've never forgotten.

I would have loved to have heard you all, MiniMoon

In this dirty old part of the city
Where the sun refuses to shine
People tell me there aint no use in trying
Now girl youre so young and so pretty
One thing I know is true
Youll be dead before your time is due

We gotta get out of this place
If its the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
Girl there's a better life for me and you...

I met my love
by the gasworks wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town, dirty old town

was a hot afternoon
The last day of June
And the sun was a demon

Star shining right above me
Night breezes seem to whisper I love you
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me

Softly whispering I love you
Echoes of your voice are calling
Still through my dreams
Softening the chill of the breeze
Through my window
I can see the moonglow
Painting silver shadows
On a rose-colored land

I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls
With vassals and serfs at my side,
And of all who assembled within those walls
That I was the hope and the pride.
I had riches all too great to count
And a high ancestral name.
But I also dreamt which pleased me most
That you loved me still the same,
That you loved me
You loved me still the same,
That you loved me
You loved me still the same.

Please release me, let me go.
For I don't love you anymore...

Got away
Get away
Gotta go
Get away
Got away
Get away
Gotta go
Get away
Gotta go

Hey you! Get offa my cloud
Don't hang around
Cos two's a crowd