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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.