I KNOW You don't love me no more
No more No no more
So there has to be someone
Loving you more
I don't need you baby
and I know YOU DON'T need me
but we both want it bad enough...
Kenny Rogers
I know we'll love again
Maybe tomorrow
I KNOW something about love
You've gotta want it bad
If that girl's got into your blood
Go out and get her
If you want her to be
The very heart of you
Make you want to breathe
Here's the thing to do
Tell her that you're never gonna leave her
Tell her that you're always gonna love her
Tell her, tell her, tell her, tell her right now
IF YOU WANT it here it is
Come and get it
But you better hurry
Cause it's going fast
You better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout
I'm telling you why
When I say I love you you say YOU BETTER
You better you better you bet
When I say I need you you say you better
You better you better you bet
You better bet your life
Or love will cut you like a knife
When I said I needed you
You said you would always stay
I cried a tear, you wiped it dry
I was confused, you cleared my mind
I sold my soul, you bought it back for me
And held me up and gave me dignity
Somehow you needed me
I cried a tear
Because of you
I felt a tear
Fall in my heart
You fooled me so
I wasn't smart
I cried a tear
What else could I do
But cry and sigh
For love of you
..Over and over
Over and over
What more can I DO
Cause she's got personality
Walks with personality
Talks with pesonality
Smiles with personality...
And He Walks with me
And He Talks with me
And He tells me that I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
none other has ever known......
Come, come, come, come,
Come into my heart,
Tell me, darlin',
We will never part;
I need you, darlin',
So come go WITH ME
Come Go With Me/The Del Vikings
Come come come come
To the church in the wildwood
Come to the church in the vale
In THE CHURCH of the poison mind...
The Church of the Poison Mind/Culture Club
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
It's been the ruin of many a poor boy
God I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My sweetheart was a gambler lawd
IN THE house of the Rising Sun
n 1814 we took a little trip
along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip.
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
And we caught the bloody British in the town of NEW ORLEANS
We fired our guns and the British kept a'comin.
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago.
We fired once more and they began to runnin' on
down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
A LITTLE bit of soap
Will never wash away my tears
So take a good look at my face
You see my smile looks out of place
If you look closer it's easy to trace
The tracks of MY TEARS
I need you, need you..
