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You're an all right kind of a girl
Good as it gets in my world
You can have the pictures in the magazines
They don't give me a whirl
I ain't no prince
But I'll do in a pinch
You're an all right
All right kind of a girl
You're an all right
All right kind of a girl
I'd put you in the movies
If movies were mine to make
I'd set you in a sailboat
Sail you all round the lake
But I got my feet on the ground
And I'll keep hanging around
'Cause you're an all right
All right kind of a girl
You're an all right kind of a girl
Good as it gets in my world
You can have the pictures in the magazines
They don't give me a whirl
I ain't no prince
But I'll do in a pinch
You're an all right
All right kind of a girl
You're an all right
All right kind of a girl
Out on the street it's goin' on
In the market the carriages came
Umbrellas lined up down the block
So the princess don't feel rain
The agency girls showed up
Three days late, right on time
I'll trade you all my nickels, babe
For your one skinny dime
You're an all right kind of a girl
Good as it gets in my world
You can have the pictures in the magazines
They don't give me a whirl
I ain't no prince
But I'll do in a pinch
You're an all right
All right kind of a girl
You're an all right
All right kind of a girl
And downtown, it's a-goin' down
Everyone look so cool
But up here we got the music
And you might as well still be in school
Venus and Serena came in here
Gina Lollobridga too
Pink was back in the backroom
Lookin' for you
You and me, we could get on
Probably with nothing at all
Skin me up a rifter babe
At the Darktown Strutter's Ball
You're an all right kind of a girl
Good as it gets in my world
You can have the pictures in the magazines
They don't give me a whirl
I ain't no prince
But I'll do in a pinch
You're an all right
All right kind of a girl
You're an all right
All right kind of a girl
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My Love Is Not for Sale
My clothes and my windshield wipers and a locket of my hair
Everything is for sale
My rifle and my boots and my instant coffee maker
That poem 'bout the moon over Switzerland
My flowers and my walkie-talkie
All the liquid in my body
I'll set a price and post it to your e-mail
But my love, my love is not for sale
I could sell my pictures on the streets of Barcelona
Women 30 minutes at a time
New York City subway, 3 songs for a dollar
Or maybe just a chorus for a dime
The newspaper on the street
The sky reflecting at my feet
It's all been bottled, packaged, drawn to scale
But my love, my love is not for sale
Take just a minute of your day
Tell me one thing that you would live for
Dying, dying's easy, getting easier all the time
Tell me one thing not to throw it all away for
I'll sell you the morning and I'll sell you the night
I'll sell you the river and move along
I'll sell you the balconies, I'll sell you the sidewalks
And all the shuttered windows of Bresson
I'll sell you the moon, I'll sell you the stars
And the forests with the lonesome wolfhound's wail
But my love, my love
My love is not for sale
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Suicide Bomb
This is the last song I will ever write
I'll plug my ears and cover up my eyes to mask my sight
I'm killing off my instincts after 2,000 songs
I'm getting with the program, now I'm gonna play along
This is my songwriting suicide bomb
This is my songwriting suicide bomb
I can't compete with blowing up yourself on a bus
Killing one of you and 19 of us
Flying hi-jacked airplanes so thousands will die
But I can kill too and blacken out the sky
This is my songwriting suicide bomb
This is my songwriting suicide bomb
This is the last song I will ever write
The last blank page my pen will ever blight
Abandoning the fight, I'm pulling off the gloves
No longer be a soldier for God or truth or love
This is my songwriting suicide bomb
This is my songwriting suicide bomb
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Reeperbahn
I ain't interested in the whores tonight
They'll go about their business and I'll go about mine
Mine is standing on the balcony
On the 4th floor above the Reeperbahn
Where the Beatles used to play
But I won't get all soppy and nostalgic,
'Cause It's all right
The moon is full
And it's all right
And I don't care about anything at all
Tonight
Maybe I will take a walk and look at girls
Sometimes it amazes me that all of them have breasts
Some places they hide them, some they show them off
But it's all right I like it either way
It's a world-class distraction
You either get it or you don't
And it's all right
It's all right
And I don't care 'bout anything at all
Tonight
And I don't give a damn
The world could end tonight
Aliens could just start dropping bombs
Then the people of the Earth
Would love one another
For a couple days and then good-bye
So tonight I'll spare the prostitutes my body
And my money clip I'll keep my hard-earned money
The moon's behind a cloud
The drunks below are loud
I flick my ash it falls 4 floors down on the Reeperbahn
Where the Beatles used to play
But that was a long time ago and anyway
It's all right
I probably won't jump
It's all right
And I don't care 'bout anything at all
Tonight
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Comme Vous Le Faites Tous
Galileo told us, this world is not the center of the universe
The sun don't go around us
We go around the sun
And the sun is actually really very small
Well we fought Galileo
Tooth and nail
And you would too
It's what you'd have to do
You would--too
When you go to France
You discover that America
Is not the center of the world
They don't know Michael Jordan
They don't know Tiger Woods
And the president is a worse actor than Reagan
I drop things out of windows
I wrap things 'round my head
And you would too
It's what you'd have to do
You would--too
I went to Jaziri;
All the men were smoking out of water pipes
I asked if I could join them
Politely they refused
I'd do whatever that it took
Convert to Islam, memorize whatever book
To get that water pipe
Ce soir, je pense
Que j'irai marcher le long de la Rivere
Si je suis inspire
Je pourrai imaginer des choses magnifiques
Sinon j'observerai les filles
Comme vous le faites tous
And you would too
It's what you'd have to do
You would--too
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