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Money Talks


Money Talks
Composer(s): Don Airey; Ian Gillan;
Roger Glover; Steve Morse; Ian Paice
Performer(s): Deep Purple



I was young and healthy
Extremely wealthy
I swung in the trees
And did as I pleased
I thought I was rich
Oh yeah
Such sweet seduction
I could feel the suction
Greasing my palm
And doing no harm
Just making some deals
What a bitch

Money talks to me
Whispers in my ear
Gives me everything I want
Everything I want

I had rising stock
So I got more pockets
I knew somewhere to stick it
Where no-one would nick it
I kinda went private
And then, aha
Such sweet seclusion
No more intrusion
Too much food on my plate
But there's guards at the gate
Such joy
I could almost die of it

Money talks to me
Lays it on the line
Gives me everything I want
Everything I want

Money goes to money
Yes it always returns
Finds its way back to the big house
Where it lives all alone
Wraithlike silent partners
Operators of the system
Give words of quiet assurance
To an otherwise healthy victim

It's all coming back to me
I would swing in the trees
And I'd swim in the ocean
I used to show some emotion

I was not to blame
I feel no shame
The structure was shaking
Was there for the taking
I had the resources
But then, oh no
Someone outbid me
I can't take it with me?
Then I will devour it
I can't go without it
It's simply a question of
Market forces

Money talks to me
Whispers in my ear
Gives me everything I want
Everything I want
Money talks to me
Laughs right in my face
Gives me everything I want
Everything I want

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Luck Of The Draw


Luck Of The Draw
Composer(s): Paul Brady - Phil Brady
Performer(s): Bonnie Raitt; Paul Brady



You dust the bottles on the bar counter
You're writing screenplays on the side
Three nights a week can keep a girl workin'
Sometimes it's good to lose your pride

These things we do to keep the flame burnin'
And write our fire in the sky
Another day to see the wheel turnin'
Another avenue to try

It's in the luck of the draw, Baby
The natural law
Forget those movies you saw, little Baby
It's in the luck of the draw, Baby
The natural law (Flame keep on burnin')
Forget those movies you saw, little Baby (wheel ever turnin')

You turn around and say it's last orders
You fix the ribbon in your hair
Tomorrow's letter by the hall doorway
Could be the answer to your prayers

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Money Isn't Everything


Money Isn't Everything
(aka Dreaming Out Loud) Composer(s): Sam Coslow Performer(s): Frances Langford and multiple other artists



I see a chapel, the organ plays
I'm so excited, so proud
I beg your pardon
I was just dreaming out loud

I walk beside you, right down the aisle
We fight our way thru the crowd
I beg your pardon
I was just dreaming out loud

With my imagination
I ought to write fiction I guess
Just for illustration
I just dreamed up my wedding dress…

We're close together
And your embrace
Helps to erase every cloud
I beg your pardon – your humble pardon
I was just dreaming out loud

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Luck Be A Lady


Luck Be A Lady
Composer(s): Frank Loesser
First performance/First recording/First release by: Robert Alda - 1950/1950/1951
Covered by multiple other artists



They call you Lady Luck
But there is room for doubt
At times you have a very unladylike way of running out
You're on this date with me
The pickin's have been lush
And yet before this evening is over
You might give me the brush
You might forget your manners
You might refuse to stay
And so the best that I can do is pray

Luck be a lady tonight
Luck be a lady tonight
Luck if you've ever been a lady to begin with
Luck be a lady tonight

Luck let a gentleman see
How nice a dame you can be
I know the way you've treated other guys you've been with
Luck be a lady with me

A lady doesn't leave her escort
It isn't fair, it isn't nice
A lady doesn't wander all over the room
And blow on some other guy's dice

So let's keep this party polite
Never get out of my site
Stick with me, baby, I'm the fellow you came in with
Luck be a lady tonight

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Money Is The Root Of All Evil


Money Is The Root Of All Evil Composer(s): Joan Whitney - Alex Kramer Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters



La-la-la
Money is the root of all evil
Money is the root of all evil
Won't contaminate myself with it
Take it away, take it away, take it away

If a woman calls a man honey
And it's on account of his money
Honey & money will soon be gone
Take it away, take it away, take it away

I got the one I love
I got the moon & stars above
I got my youth & health
What do I want with wealth?

Money is the root of all evil
Money is the root of all evil
Won't contaminate myself with it
Take it away, take it away, take it away

La-la-la

Haven't got a cent but don't worry
Haven't got a job but no hurry
I would answer if they gave me gold
Take it away, take it away, take it away

If you want no income tax mister
Take it easy & relax mister
When they offer work be strong & say
Take it away, take it away, take it away

I got the one I love
I got the moon & stars above
I got my youth & my health
What do I want with wealth?

Money is the root of all evil
Money is the root of all evil
Won't contaminate myself with it
Take it away, take it away, take it away, take it away
Take it away, take it away, take it away, take it away

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Lucille Has Messed My Mind Up


Lucille Has Messed My Mind Up
Composer(s): LaMarr Bruister
Performer(s): Jeff Simmons



Lucille
Has messed my mind up
But I still love her
Oh I still love her

Lucille
Has messed my mind up
But I still need her
You know I need her

Whatcha tryna doota me
Whatcha tryna doota me
Whatcha tryna doota me
You got me goin' outa my mind

Lucille
Has tore my heart up
But I still love her
I really love her

Lucille
Has tore my heart up
But I still want her
I really want her

She treats me like my hard
Is made of stone
She runs around
And leaves me home alone

She doesn't answer
When I call her on the phone
She messed up my mind
I'm cryin' alla the time

Lucille
Has messed my mind up
But I still love her
I still love her

Lucille
Has tore my heart up
But I still want her
Hey, I still love her

Lucille
Has tore my heart up
But I still need her
I really need her, baby

Oh, Lucille
Has tore my heart up
But you know I still love her ...

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Het Spel Kaarten


Het Spel Kaarten ((English Versions: Deck Of Cards (Phil Harris) - 1948; The Red Deck Of Cards (Red River Dave McEnery) - 1954 A Hillbilly's Deck Of Cards (Ferlin Husky) - 1966; Cards Spiritualised; The Soldier's Almanac Bible And Prayer Book)) Performer(s): Cowboy Gerard & De Rodeo Riders - 1965



Het was in de tweede wereldoorlog
Een groep soldaten kwam terug van een patrouille
en arriveerde in een klein dorp
De volgende morgen, zondag, ging een aantal van hen
onder leiding van een sergeant, naar de kerk
Nadat de geestelijke een gebed had gelezen begon 'ie te preken
Die jongens die een kerkboek hadden haalden het te voorschijn
Maar 1 van hen had alleen maar een spel kaarten bij zich dat 'ie voor zich uitspreidde
De sergeant zag wat 'ie deed en zei dat 'ie de kaarten weg moest doen
Na afloop van de dienst werd de soldaat gestraft
en bij de officier militaire politie gebracht
"Waarom heeft u 'm hier gebracht, sergeant?", vroeg de officier
"Hij zat te kaarten in de kerk", was het antwoord
"Wat heb je daar op te zeggen, knaap?", zei de luitenant
"Heel veel", was het antwoord van de bewuste soldaat
"Dat zullen we hopen, want als je geen deugdelijke reden hebt
dan zal ik je strenger straffen dan wie ook"
De soldaat zei: "Luitenant, ik ben zes dagen op patrouille geweest
Ik had geen bijbel of kerkboek, maar ik hoop u te kunnen overtuigen
van de oprechtheid van m'n bedoelingen"
Nadat 'ie dit had gezegd, begon 'ie z'n verhaal

"Kijk luitenant, als ik naar de aas van het spel kijk, dan weet ik dat er maar 1 God is
en de twee vertelt me dat de bijbel in twee delen verdeeld is, het oude en het nieuwe testament
Als ik de drie zie, dan denk ik aan de Vader, de Zoon en de Heilige Geest
De vier herinnert me aan de vier evanchelisten die het woord predikten
Mattheus, Marcus, Lucas en Johannes
De vijf doet me denken aan de vijf wijze maagden
die hun lamp brandend hielden en gespaard bleven
Vijf van de tien waren dwaas en werden verstoten; de overige vijf bleven gespaard
Zes, dat zijn de zes dagen waarin God de hemel en de aarde heeft gemaakt
Zeven herinnert me aan de zevende dag, de rustdag
De acht doet me denken aan de acht mensen die gered werden toen de aarde vernietigd werd
Het waren Noach, z'n vrouw, z'n zonen en hun vrouwen
Bij de negen denk ik aan de melaatsen die onze Redder reinigde van de zonden
en negen van de tien bedankten Hem zelfs niet
Bij tien denk ik aan de tien geboden die Mozes op de stenen tafelen ontving
Zie ik de koning, dan weet ik dat er slechts 1 grote Koning is
De vrouw herinnert me aan moeder Maria, koningin van de hemel
De boer van het spel is de duivel
Als ik de tekens op de kaarten tel dan kom ik tot 365, de dagen van het jaar
Er zijn 52 kaarten, de weken van het jaar
Vier kleuren zijn er, vier weken in een maand
Er zijn twaalf kaarten met een afbeelding, dat wil dus zeggen: twaalf maanden in een jaar
Ook zijn er dertien troeven in een spel, dertien weken in een kwartaal
Ziet u luitenant, m'n speelkaarten betekenen voor mij een bijbel
een almanak en een kerkboek tegelijk"

Beste mensen, dit was een waar verhaal
Ik weet het zeker, want die soldaat, dat was ik

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Lucille Et Les Libellules


Lucille Et Les Libellules
Composer(s): Yves Duteil
Performer(s): Yves Duteil



Deux ou trois libellules en vol
Troublaient Lucille
Sur le chemin de son école
En pleine ville
Ces libellules en ville sont folles
Se dit Lucille
Qui les attrape avec un fil
Et puis s'envole

Deux ou trois libellules en vol
Portaient Lucille
Deux ou trois hirondelles en file
Suivaient leur vol
Elles sont arrivées sur une île
Si loin de son école
Que les lumières de la ville
Sont des lucioles

Les libellules disaient "Lucille
À notre école
Vois, c'est facile, tu bats des cils
Et tu t'envoles ..."
Comme elles prononçaient ces paroles
Au même instant Lucille
Entendit au loin dans la ville
Sonner l'école

Deux ou trois libellules en vol
Suivaient Lucille
Sur le chemin de son école
En pleine ville
Pressant le pas, souple et gracile
Lucille frôlait le sol
Battant des cils d'un air tranquille
Vers son école

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Money Honey (Clyde McPhatter & The Drifters)


Money Honey ((French Versions: Belle Honey - 1963; Monnaie, Monnaie (by Johnny Hallyday) - 1996)) Composer(s): Jesse Stone First release by: Clyde McPhatter & The Drifters - 1953 Covered by multiple other artists



You know, the landlord rang my front door bell I let it ring for a long, long spell I went to the window I peeped through the blind And asked him to tell me what's on his mind He said Money, honey Money, honey Money, honey If you want to get along with me Well, I screamed and I hollered I was so hard-pressed I called the woman that I loved the best I finally got my baby about half past three She said I'd like to know what you want with me I said Money, honey Money, honey Money, honey If you want to get along with me Well, I said tell me baby, what's wrong with you? From this day on our romance is through I said, tell me baby, face to face How could another man take my place? She said Money, honey Money, honey Money, honey If you want to get a long with me Well, I've learned my lesson and now I know The sun may shine and the winds may blow The women may come and the women may go But before I say I love you so I want Money, honey Money, honey Money, honey If you want to get along with me

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Lucille (Normaal)


Lucille
((Adapted from: Lucille (Little Richard) - 1957))
((French Versions: Lucille (Johnny Hallyday) - 1964; Lucille (Michel Pagliaro) - 1975))
Composer(s): Little Richard - Al Collins - Bennie Jolink - Bennie Migchelbrink
Performer(s): Normaal - 1990



Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar
Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar
altied wat te drammen, i-j zeurt 't hele joar

ik zit hele dagen
met de kont veur de T.V.
en vroag ik is 't etten kloar
dan is 't antwoord: nee

Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar
Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar
altied wat te drammen, i-j zeurt 't hele joar

ik wie vanmargen wakker
Lucille was nergens te zien
ik denk bi-j mien eigen
wat een eigenwies knien

Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar
Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar
altied wat te drammen, i-j zeurt 't hele joar

zie was weer terruggekommen
met een stuk in de kraag
in vind 't prima dat i-j schik hebt
moar margen gin geklaag

Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar
Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar
altied wat te drammen, i-j zeurt 't hele joar

wi-j hadden weer es ruzie
en wi-j gooiden met servies
moar zi-j gooien alleen met dure chinese vazen uut de
Ming dynastie die ik op één van mien verre buutelandse reizen
veur weinig trouwens, op de kop had kunnen tikken,
ik zeg: ben i-j wel goed wies

Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar
Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar
altied wat te drammen, i-j zeurt 't hele joar

altied wat te drammen, i-j zeurt en i-j zanikt en i-j zei ...
eh
zwamt 't hele g ... ganselijke lange joar

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Money Honey (Bay City Rollers)


Money Honey
Composer(s): Eric Faulkner; Stuart "Woody" Wood
Performer(s): Bay City Rollers



Money-can't make you turn your head now
Money-can't get you into bed now
Money
Honey-can't give more than you get now
Money Honey you aint' got no respect
But I like to watch you lust to see what you can get
And Money Honey gets you breakfast in bed
And Money Honey, oh you drive me out my head

Living like a princess with a frown
Giving-I can't afford to cry on
Money, Honey, hey, girl come on, don't bring me down

Money Honey you ain't got no respect ...

Money-must it buy all I can get now
Money-without it how far will I get now
Money
Honey, hold it you'd be losing my respect now

Money Honey you ain't got no respect...

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Gimme Back My Bullets


Gimme Back My Bullets
Composer(s): Gary Rossington; Ronnie Van Zant
Performer(s): Lynyrd Skynyrd;
and various other artists



Life is so strange when its changin', yes indeed
Well I've seen the hard times and the pressures been on me
But I keep on workin' like the workin' man do
And I've got my act together, gonna walk all over you
Gimme back my bullets
Put 'em back where they belong
Ain't foolin' around, 'cause I done had my fun
Ain't gonna see no more damage done
Gimme back my bullets

Sweet talkin' people done ran me out of town
I drank enough whiskey to float a battleship around
But I'm leavin' this game one step ahead of you
And you will not hear me cry 'cause I do not sing the blues

Gimme back my bullets
Put 'em back where they belong
Ain't foolin' around, 'cause I done had my fun
Ain't gonna see no more damage done
Gimme back, gimme back my bullets
Put 'em back where they belong

Been up and down since I turned seventeen
Well I've been on top, and then it seems I lost my dream
But I got it back, I'm feelin' better everyday
Tell all them pencil pushers, better get out of my way
Gimme back my bullets
Put 'em back where they belong
Ain't foolin' around, 'cause I done had my fun
Ain't gonna see no more damage done
Gimme back, gimme back my bullets
Oh put 'em back where they belong
Gimme back my bullets

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Lucille (Michel Pagliaro)


Lucille ((aka Lucille (Johnny Hallyday) - 1964))
((Adapted from: Lucille (Little Richard) - 1957))
((Dutch Version: Lucille (Normaal) - 1990))
Composer(s): Little Richard - Al Collins - Michel Pagliaro
Performer(s): Michel Pagliaro - 1975



Lucille, tu es toujours partie en ville
Lucille, tu es toujours partie en ville
Ouais, je sais que je t'aime
Il n'y a que toi Lucille

Lucille, reviens tout de suite à la maison
Lucllle, reviens tout de suite à la maison
Oui, je ne peux me passer de toi
Tu me fais perdre la raison

How! Alors elle s'est enfuie
Je n'ai pu la rattraper
J'ai demandé de l'aide
Mais personne n'a répliqué

Lucille, reviens tout de suite à la maison
Oui, je ne peux me passer de toi
Tu me fais perdre la raison
Waah, aah

Lucille, reviens tout de suite à la maison
Lucille, reviens tout de suite à la maison
Oui, je ne peux me passer de toi
Tu me fais perdre la raison

Oh, alors elle s'est enfuie
Je n'ai pu la rattraper
J'ai demandé de l'aide
Mais personne n'a répliqué

Lucille, reviens tout de suite à la maison
Oui je sais que je t'aime
Il n'y a que toi Lucille
Aah, ah, je sais que je t'aime, il n'y a que toi Lucille
Aah, ah, je sais que je t'aime, il n'y a que toi Lucille
How!

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Money For Nothing


Money For Nothing
Composer(s): Mark Knopfler; Sting
Originally performed by: Dire Straits



I want my MTV...
Now look at them yo-yo's - that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain't working, that's the way you do it
Money for nothing and your chicks for free
Now that ain't working, that's the way you do it
Lemme tell ya - them guys ain't dumb
Maybe get a blister on your little finger
Maybe get a blister on your thumb

We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen delivery
We gotta move this refrigerator
We gotta move this colour TV

See the little faggot with the earing and the make-up
Yeah buddy - that's hih own hair
The little faggot got his own jet airplane
The little faggot he's a millionaire

We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen delivery
We gotta move this refrigerator
We gotta move this colour TV

Uahuah...
Ha...

We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen delivery
Who's gotta move this refrigerator?
Who's gotta move this colour TV?

I shoulda learn to play the guitar
I shoulda learn to play them drums
Look at that mamma, she's got it - stickin' in the camera
Man - we could have some fun
And he's up there, what's there - Hawaaian noises
You're banging on the bongoes like a chimpasee

Ooh - that ain't working, that's the way you do it
Money for nothing and your chicks for free

We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen delivery
We gotta move this refrigerator
We gotta move this colour TV

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Gimme All Your Lovin'


Gimme All Your Lovin'
Composer(s): Frank Beard; Billy Gibbons; Dan Hill
Performer(s): ZZ Top;
and various other artists



I got to have a shot of what you got is oh so sweet
You got to make it hot, like a boomerang I need a repeat

Gimme all your lovin', all your hugs and kisses too
Gimme all your lovin', don't let up until we're through

You got to whip it up and hit me like a ton of lead
If I blow my top will you let it go to your head?

Gimme all your lovin', all your hugs and kisses too
Gimme all your lovin', don't let up until we're through

You got to move it up and use it like a screwball would
You got to pack it up, work it like a new boy should

Gimme all your lovin', all your hugs and kisses too
Gimme all your lovin', don't let up until we're through

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Lucille (Little Richard)


Lucille
Composer(s): Little Richard - Al Collins
First release by: Little Richard - 1957
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1964 - Lucille (French Version) (Johnny Hallyday)
1975 - Lucille (French Version) (Michel Pagliaro)
1990 - Lucille (Dutch Version) (Normaal)



Lucille
baby do your sister's will
Lucille
baby do your sister's will
Well you went up and married
but I love you still

Lucille
baby satisfy my soul
Lucille
baby satisfy my soul
Well you know I love baby
I'll never let you go

Well I woke up this morning
Lucille was not inside
I asked her friends about her
but all their lips were tight

Lucille
please come back where you belong
Well I'm talking to you baby
I'll never put you on

Well Lucille
baby do your sister's will
Oo Lucille
yeah baby do your sister's will
Well you went up and married
but I love you still

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Money Down


Money Down
Composer(s): Wally Bryson
Performer(s): The Raspberries



Never let no woman abuse me
Never let no woman misuse me
Never let no woman confuse me
Never laid my money down
Little woman think I got a heart of stone
'Cause I just wanna love 'em and leave 'em alone
Money down!

Lotta funky women been tryin' to scare me
Tell me that they'll leave me if I ain't true
Ain't been a one who didn't have to share me
Ya know that when they leave it ain't me that's blue
Little woman can't ya see I'm bound to roam
And I got no fears about livin' alone
Money down!

Little woman tryin' to put the chains on me
Til my dyin' day I'm gonna wanna be free
Sorry 'bout it, baby, but that's just me!

Yeah, all right! All right!
Ooh, yeah!
Ooh, yeah, yeah!
Money down!

Said I never let no woman abuse me
And I never let no woman misuse me
I never let no woman confuse me
Never laid my money down
Little woman think I got a heart of stone
'Cause I just wanna love 'em and leave 'em alone
Yeah! Yes I do
Money down! Uh-huh
Money down! Money down!
Said, Money down, yeah!
Oh, you can leave me
Oh yeah, oh no
Money down, down, down, down, down

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Gimme A Pigfoot (And A Bottle Of Beer)


Gimme A Pigfoot (And A Bottle Of Beer)
Composer(s): Coot Grant; Wesley Wilson
Performer(s): Bessie Smith;
and various other artists



Spoken:
Twenty-five cents, hah, no, no
I wouldn't pay twenty-five cents to go in nowhere
'Cause listen here.....

Up in Harlem ev'ry Saturday night
When the highbrows get together its just too tight
They all congregates at an all night strut
And what they do is tut-tut-tut

Old Hannah Brown from 'cross town
Gets full of corn and starts breakin' 'em down
Just at the break of day
You can hear old Hannah say

Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me 'gain, I don't care
I feel just like I wanna clown
Give the piano player a drink
Because he's bringin' me down!
He's gotta rhythm, Y-e-e-a-a-h!
When he stomps his feet
He sends me right off to sleep
Check all your razors and your guns
We gonna be 'rested when the wagon comes
I wanna pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me 'cause I don't care
Play me 'cause I don't care

Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me 'gain, I don't care
I feel just like I wanna clown
Give the piano player a drink
Because he's bringin' me down
He's got rhythm, Y-e-e-a-a-h!
When he stomps his feet
He sends me right off to sleep
Check all your razors and your guns
Do the shim-sham-shimmy 'til the risin' sun
Give me a reefer and a gang o' gin
Play me 'cause I'm in my sin
Play me 'cause I'm full of gin

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Lucille (Johnny Hallyday)


Lucille ((aka Lucille (Michel Pagliaro) - 1975))
((Adapted from: Lucille (Little Richard) - 1957))
((Dutch Version: Lucille (Normaal) - 1990))
Composer(s): Little Richard - Al Collins - Alain Gaunay - Claude Pitkowski
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday - 1964



Lucille
Pourquoi reviens-tu ce soir?
Lucille
Maintenant il est trop tard
Entre nous c'est fini
Je ne veux plus te revoir

Lucille
Pourquoi viens-tu t'excuser?
Lucille
Je t'ai déjà oubliée
Tu ne comptes plus pour moi
Tu devrais t'en aller

Quand je t'ai vue danser avec lui dans le noir
J'aurais voulu pleurer car je ne pouvais pas le croire
Lucille
Et quand il t'a embrassée
Mon cœur s'est mis à battre et mes mains à trembler

Oh! Lucille

Oh! Lucille
Je ne sais pas ce qui m'a pris
Lucille
Comme un fou je suis parti
Tu avais tout brisé
Tout, en une seule nuit

Oh! Lucille

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Money Burns A Hole In My Pocket


Money Burns A Hole In My Pocket
Composer(s): Bob Hilliard; Jule Styne
Performer(s): Dean Martin;
Troy Connolly; Jeff Harnar



Money burns a hole in my pocket
How I wish I had millions of dollars and nothing to do
But just buy pretty presents for you

Money burns a hole in my pocket
How I wish I had oil wells in Texas to keep me supplied
With money while I sit by your side

Every day of the week
We would visit the store
All the beautiful things you see
Would soon be yours
Cuz money burns a hole in my pocket
So I'm bringing your perfume and candy and roses of red
And wishing they were diamonds instead

Every day of the week
We kinda visit the store
All the beautiful things you see
Would soon be yours
Money burns a hole in my pocket
So I'm bringing your perfume and candy and roses of red
And wishing they were diamonds instead

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