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LITTLE LIES (SOLD)
Had enough of little lies
Of turned off phones and snakey eyes
Of made up crap that gets us through
And the tiny piece that’s left of you
Don’t get me wrong, you are the best
There’s just a problem with all the rest
The closed up heart, the snakey eyes
The turned off phone and all your lies
I hope you’re happy down the line
And will think of me from time to time
And not blame me for what went wrong
Or the fact I wrote this song
I hope you can see why I left
And what was wrong with all the rest
The closed up heart the snakey eyes
The made up shit and all your lies
I bless you now and wish you well
Don’t hope you die and rot in hell
I hope you find your other half
And hand in hand walk down the path
Don’t get me wrong, you are the best
There’s just a problem with all the rest
The closed up heart, the snakey eyes
The turned off phone and all your lies
KALAHARI (SOLD)
Went on Safari to the Kalahari
And I buried your name in the sand
Went to the zoo to see what they do
And I fed your memory to the lions
Went to the Louvre and saw fireworks in June
I exploded your name in the sky
And I said: Show me the way.
Show me the way. To my heart.
Went to the Taj and re-conquered the Raj
I left all my memories at home
Was up with the lark and went to the park
And wiped out your face in the sun
I hadn’t been to bed and this is what I said
When I thought of my life without you:
Show me the way. Show me the way to my heart.
The sun came up and I wasn’t in luck
As everything reminded me of you
For there’s only one problem
I hate you I miss you I love you I forgive you
There’s only one problem:
I still love you.
Show me the way …
FREEDOM (SOLD)
Just can’t keep me down no more
Can’t keep me small against the wall
Won’t do what you want no more
Sick of being … your whore
For I rise up singing
Bird free from its cage
On wings of song I rise up singing
No No No
Sick of what you’ve had to say
Bout how to live and in what way
Tired of your dark and useless rules
The way you treat us all like fools
For I rise up singing …
Had enough of your tired out crap
The stuff you steal the love you tap
Get out my way I’m coming through
On wings of love and all that’s true
For I rise up singing …
The way you made us live so small
Kept us back against the wall
The way you stripped our life away
With all your dirty lies each day
For I rise up …
We’re rising up we’re getting out
It’s time to remember what we’re about
It’s been too long
We’re coming through on wings of song
For I rise up singing
Watch your back, your time is done
The world is ours and we are one
We rise up early on wings of song
And to all your crap we say: so long.
For I rise up singing …
MONEY (SOLD)
Nice big house with ocean view
Not just one, I’m going to need a few
LA, London, N Y C
Check how fuckin rich I’ll be
Wanna live how the rich people live
I’ve had enough of bills
Of lack of skills
Of final demands
of reprimands
I Wanna live how the rich people live
Row of villas complete with pools
Helicopters, private schools
A private jet to get around
A private island when I land
Going to need a first class ride
Ferrari Dino, leather inside
Luis Vuitton, a private yacht
Along with all the other stuff I got
Wanna live how the rich people live …
Cristal chilling down on ice
Other stuff which I think’s nice
Jet skis, Porches, rich girl toys
An all the things which make a lot of noise
A vault of gold kept underground
A driver who helps me get around
People to help with everything
Yeh, all I got to do is sing
Wanna live how the rich people live …
And back in London at my place
Flat screen B&O in your face
Sound system, yeh the best they do
One for me and one for you
Leather chairs to chill me out
Someone else to rub my feet
To tuck me in when I feel tired
And rub my back when I feel wired
Wanna live how the rich people live …
Want cashmere, fur and diamond rings
I think you get the kind of things
I want the stuff rich people got
Sick of being the girl whose not
Wanna live how the rich people live …
THIS LOVE (SOLD)
This love isn’t what I thought it was
It isn’t doing what love usually does
It’s not about roses or humming birds
About love poems in rhyming words
It hasn’t put the leaves on trees
Or brought me to my fuckin knees
It isn’t what I thought it was
It isn’t doing what it usually does
This love isn’t what I thought it was
It isn’t doing what love usually does
It’s not about roses or humming birds
About love poems in rhyming words
It hasn’t sent me to the moon
Or running into my bedroom
To pick up my guitar and strum a song
To tell everyone how the world went wrong
Until it made you
Until it made you
NOTHING WITH YOU (SOLD)
I used to think life was about doing things
About doing things and getting things done.
I did things – so many things – and got so much done
It’s strange to think how much I used to do
And how now here I do less than nothing with you
And the only thing I can think to say
Is there’s no one with whom I’d rather waste today
You’re the only one I’ve ever met
Who does nothing as well as me
The sun goes up and down a thousand times
And we haven’t got a single place to be
My phone ran out of juice and
Summer ended months ago
We fill our days I don’t know how
We wouldn’t know if London burned
It’s strange to think how much I used to do
And how now here I do less than nothing with you
And the only thing I can think to say
there’s no one with whom I’d rather waste the day
I know now that it’s right to say
The only thing to do in life
Is find someone with whom to waste the day
YOUR LOVE (SOLD)
Your love is like the sun on my face
It lifts me to a higher place
Up so high can’t find my way
Back down to you
Back down to you
From way up here between the stars
Can’t even see any cars
Can’t see the people on the street
Need to find my way
Back down to you
Back down to you
Can’t sleep at night
Can’t eat my food
Everyone I meet thinks
I am rude
Help me find my way back down to you
Help me find my way back down to you
This crazy love is killing me
It’s a complete fucking emergency
Can’t eat can’t sleep cant drink my tea
And people say that love is free
Help me find my way back down to you
Help me find my way back down to you
Summer Loving (SOLD)
Summer loving all night long
The radio plays our song
Summer loving the whole night through
Stick to me and I’ll stick to you
Come on baby call my name
Summer love I like this game
Summer love baby mine
You show me such a real good time
Tell me what is there to do
When you love me and I love you
What else is there to do
When you love me and baby I love you
Summer loving salty sweet
I need a drink to cool this heat
Come on baby nice and slow
I know you know the way to go
Come on baby shout my name
Being quiet is just a shame
What else is there to do
When you love me and baby. I love you.
Sticky wet, too hot in the bed
We make it to the floor
I like this summer love
And I’d like some more
Sun comes up it’s another day
There’s nothing left to do or say.
There’s nothing left no me nor you
There’s nothing left to say or do.
The Birds (SOLD)
The birds have got it easy
What with all that sky
All they got to do all day
Is fly
Why ain’t it that easy
Down here on the ground
There’s all this panic screaming
All this running around
All this rush from A to B
To get the next thing done
I look at what the birds have got
They’re having all the fun
The birds have all the answers
It’s obvious to me
Next time round a little bird
Is what I’m going to be
The birds have got it easy
Up there in the air
I look at what we got to deal with
And none of it is fair
The birds have got it easy
Up there with the stars
I wish I was a little bird
On my way to Mars
SOMETIMES (SOLD)
Sometimes I start to think
Who put words inside ink ?
Who made everything under the sun ?
Who made my blinding Little One
Who put the diamonds inside rocks
Who came up with the idea of socks
Who made music and words in song?
Who made the instruments all get along?
Who decided what went where
And who got black or light brown hair
And who would live one hundred years
And who would weep a thousand tears
Who made voice which conquers lands
Who designed this pair of hands ?
To you I say this one quick thing:
Please fix this bird’s broken wing
REVOLUTION (SOLD)
The Revolution will take its time
Its coming in quiet: that’s not a crime
It’s coming by stealth
Behind their backs
It’s coming now
And that’s a fact
It’s coming down wires
And through the skies
It’s coming in words
And babies’ eyes
It’s in our hearts
And on the wind
The way we were
Won’t come again
The Revolution’s here right now
Don’t need no trumpets
No one to bow
Don’t need no presidents saying hello
Don’t need no queens out on show
The Revolution is here and strong
Getting rid of all that’s wrong
MAMA (SOLD)
Do you remember Mama
That time in the summer
When you told me that life was a dream?
You lifted me high
In my little red coat
And told me things weren’t what they seem
I miss you mama
Like I miss the summer
The heat of the sun in my face
I miss you mama
I kiss you mama
I wrote this song for you
It isn’t my place
To look in your face
And say what you did was wrong
But mama I miss you
Mama I forgive you
And this is your song.
I miss you mama
Like I miss the summer
The heat of the sun in my face
I miss you mama
You’re sweet mama
I wrote this song for you
Pop Goes Another Pop Princess (SOLD)
… this one’s for Britney Bitch
What did we do to our little girl?
Our Southern Baptist gymnast queen
When she was 17
We put her in a cat-suit and had her dance in lights
Fat old men in arm chairs on Saturday mornings
Over the world before the football came on
Drooling, aroused in front of MTV
She’s Not That Innocent
What did we do to our little girl ?
Our super shining pop princess?
Our Mississippi dancing queen
We put her in a cat-suit, had her dance in lights.
Baby girls in baby dresses
All over the world before Buffy came on
Dancing, lips-in-synch for MTV
Hit Me baby One More Time
What did we do to our little girl?
Our Southern Baptist gymnast belle?
She can’t do marriage. Can’t do rehab.
Can’t even dance any more.
What did we do to our superstar
Our princess
Our Queen of Pop
We took you to the top
And stood back entranced by your spectacular, meteoric drop
What did we do to our little girl?
We put your name in lights
Oops We Did it Again
Pop goes another pop princess
NOT YOURS TO TAKE (SOLD)
You left the lovebirds on the mirror
Your vitamins in the fridge
You left your dirty underwear
Round me are all of your things
And you. You took the things
That weren’t yours to take
And you took the things
That weren’t yours
You left your cup in the sink
Nina in the CD player
Memories of you like old clothes
Lie discarded around
I didn’t know when you left
You wouldn’t come home
I didn’t know when you left
You wouldn’t come back
And you. Took the things.
That weren’t yours to take
And you. You took the things
Weren’t yours to take
GREY DAY (SOLD)
Today I got a sad song
playing in my head
I want to spend this grey day
Lying here in bed.
It’s grey outside
And on the inside I’m blue
It’s a grey day outside
But on the inside I’m blue
Outside my window
The rain comes down
Even that don’t
Make a sound
Go on get up get out of bed
Body won’t do what I’ve said
Get up get going out the door
Why – I want to know – what for?
It’s grey outside
And on the inside I’m blue
It’s a grey day outside
And inside I’m blue
Today my life don’t make no sense
It’s left me lonely on the fence
Same old people on the street
Same old lonely heartsick beat
Same old clothing same old shoes
Same old nothing, heartsick blues
Same old sad song round my head
Sometimes it’s best to stay in bed.
It’s a grey day outside
But on the inside I’m blue
It’s a grey day outside
But on the inside I’m blue.