jueves, 14 de junio de 2007

Suspicious Minds, Rubberneckin', Return to Sender , Raised on Rock


7. Suspicious Man
Were caught in a trap
I can’t walk out
Because I love you too much baby

Why cant you see
What you’re doing to me
When you don’t believe a word I say?

We can’t go on together
With suspicious minds
And we can’t build our dreams
On suspicious minds

So, if an old friend I know
Drops by to say hello
Would I still see suspicion in your eyes?

Here we go again
Asking where I’ve been
You cant see these tears are real
I’m crying

We cant go on together
With suspicious minds
And be cant build our dreams
On suspicious minds

Oh let our love survive
Or dry the tears from your eyes
Lets don’t let a good thing die

When honey, you know
I’ve never lied to you
Mmm yeah, yeah
8. Rubberneckin'

Stop, look and listen baby that’s my philosophy
If your rubberneckin baby well that’s all right with me
Stop, look and listen baby that’s my philosophy
Its called rubberneckin baby but that’s all right with me
Some people say I’m wasting time yeh, but they don’t really know
I like what I see I see what I like yeh, it gives me such a glow

First thing in the morning, last thing at night
I look, stare everywhere and see everything inside
Stop, look and listen baby that’s my philosophy
If your rubberneckin baby well that’s all right with me
Stop, look and listen baby that’s my philosophy
Its called rubberneckin baby but that’s all right with me
Some people say I’m wasting time yeh, but they don’t really know
I like what I see I see what I like yeh, it gives me such a glow

Sittin on the back porch all by myself
Along came Mary Jane with somebody else
Well, stop, look and listen baby that’s my philosophy
Its called rubberneckin baby but that’s all right with me

Some people say I’m wasting time yeh, but I don’t really care
I like what I see, I see what I like yeh, it gives me such a glow

Sittin on the back porch all by myself
Along came Mary Jane with somebody else
Well, stop, look and listen baby that’s my philosophy
Its called rubberneckin baby but that’s all right with me
Stop, look and listen baby that’s my philosophy
Stop, look and listen baby that’s my philosophy
Stop, look and listen baby that’s my philosophy
Stop

9. Return to Sender
I gave a letter to the postman,
He put it his sack.
Bright in early next morning,
He brought my letter back.

She wrote upon it:
Return to sender, address unknown.
No such number, no such zone.
We had a quarrel, a lovers spat
I write I’m sorry but my letter keeps coming back.

So then I dropped it in the mailbox
And sent it special d.
Bright in early next morning
It came right back to me.

She wrote upon it:
Return to sender, address unknown.
No such person, no such so.

This time I’m gonna take it myself
And put it right in her hand.
And if it comes back the very next day
Then Ill understand - the writing on it

Return to sender, address unknown.
No such number, no such zone.


10. Raised on Rock

I remember as a child I used to hear
Music that they played lord with a feel
Some call it folk, some call it soul
People let me tell you it was rock and roll

I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul
Every day when I got home I turned on my radio

Listening to the music that my idols made
I knew every single record the djs played
A honky tonk a hound dog, a Johnny b. Goode
Chain gang, love is strange, knock on wood

I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul
I was born to love the beat I was made for rock and roll

I thought it was a fad, thought that it would pass
But the younger generation knew it would last
Times gone by, the beat goes on
But every time I hear it lord it takes me home

I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul
Every day when I got home I turned on my radio

Mother played recordings of Beethoven’s fifth
Mozart’s sonatas down the classical liszt
My papa loved to listen to his country songs
While I was in the back room rockin on

I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul
I was born to love the beat I was made for rock and roll

I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul
I was born to love the beat I was made for rock and roll
I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul

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