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Alice Cooper lyrics
Album: Muscle Of Love [1973]
| Big Apple Dreamin' (Hippo) | |
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We're so young and pretty
We're so young and clean
So many things
That we have never seen
...from Ohio
Sell this damn old store
Big Apple dreamin
On a wooden floor
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Skyscrapers
And subways and stations
Starin' up
At the United Nations
**
New York is waiting
For you and me, baby
Waiting to swallow us down
New York, we're coming
To see what you're made of
Are you as great as you sound
Heard about them massages
And all those dirty shows
Well, I read somewhere
Some places never close
While we waste time on yokels
Comin' through the door
Big Apple dreamin'
On a wooden floor
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New York is waiting
For you and me, baby
Waiting to swallow us down
New York, we're coming
To see what you're made of
Are you as tough as you sound
(***)
Yeah, New York is waitin', baby
Waitin' to swallow us down
New York, we're coming
To see what you're made of
Can't be as tough as you sound
(**)
Oh, New York
Oh New York, we're comin'
Oh we're comin'
To see what you're made of
Oh can't be as good as you sound
Me and my baby, we're comin'
Oh we're comin'
They're waitin' for you and me, baby...
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| Never Been Sold Before | |
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You ask me, baby
Can you work tonight
I've been up, babe
Since broad daylight
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I just can't believe
That you're sellin' me
You never sold me before
I just can't recall
You're like a whore
Oh yeah, I'm bad tonight
You really like my style
If you want me
Can't even buy my smile
(*)
Now I find come around
Just to lay this money on you, babe
I'm sick of tradin' tricks and dicks
And I'm, I'm really sick of you
Oh I -
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Never been sold before
And I'll never be hurt again
No, I never been sold before
And I'll never be hurt again
I just can't believe
That you're sellin' me
You never sold me before
I just can't recall
You little whore, no no no no no
Never been sold before
And I'll never be hurt again
No, I never been sold before
And I'll never be hurt again
(**)
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| Heard Hearted Alice | |
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Nights coast to coast
Work hard as a ghost
When you live in a countdown
Time is free as a jailbird
At least that's what I've hearda
When you live in a...
Love comes cheap at a swap meet
It all comes so dirt cheap
When you live in a bedroom
Love that's deep as a lever
But that ain't a measure
When you live in a castle
Mind gets scrambled like eggs
Gets bruised and erased
When you live in a brainstorm
Noise seems logically right
Ringing in the night
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Hard hearted Alice
Is what we wanna be
Hard hearted Alice
Is waht you want to see
(*)
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| Crazy Little Child | |
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Crazy little child
Never got to see
All the pretty things in life
Ahd him put away
And nothing they could say
Could ever make the pieces fit
Oh well, daddy-o was rich
Mama was a bitch
Living wasn't easy in between
Behind the silent screen
Jackson in his teens
Was planning his escape
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He was a crazy little child
He rooled inside the playground
And grimy faced
He watched the others cry
Winos were his friends
And when he talked to them
They said, "Jackson, boy
They'll get you by and by"
Depression set in
Desperate, cool and quick
Jackson learned the ropes
Out on the street
Little candy stores
Just pickin' locks and doors
Just practice
For a two bit future thief
So Jackson went to Ritz
And everyone was hip
Ritz ran all the rackers
There in town
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| Woman Machine | |
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She'll do the work in half the time
Never sick and can't go blind
Oh woman machine
Brain's a tape that fill her head
She knows more now all the dead
Oh woman machine
Oh woman machine (repeat)
A ehart of steel and skin that's cold
Can't wear her out, she can't grow old
Oh woman machine
She goes to bed when work is through
She'll do it all, just change her tubes
Oh woman machine
Oh woman machine (repeat)
She can't talk back with no play back
But she'll listen to all your woe
Trade your old one for a new one
They just don't make 'em
Like they used to, no
Oh woman machine (repeat)
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| Teenage Lament '74 | |
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What a drag it is
These gold lame jeans
Is this the coolest way
To get through your teens
Well, I cut my hair
With a rib teht it was in
I looked like a rooster
Than was drowned and raised again
What are you gonna do
I tell you waht I'm gonna do
Why don't you get away
I'm gonna leave today
I ran into my room
And I fell down on my knees
Well, I thought that fifteen
Was gonna be a breeze
I picked up my guitar
To blast away the clouds
But somebody in the next room yield
"You gotta turn that damn thing down!"
What are you gonna do
I tell you waht I'm gonna do
Why don't you get away
Well, I'm gonna cry all day
And I know trouble
Is brewin' out there
But I can hardly care
They fight all night
About his private secretary
Lipstick stain, blond hair
What are you gonna do
I tell you what I'm gonna do
Why don't you run away
I'm gonna leave today
But even I
Don't know what I'm gonna do
Don't know what I'm gonna do
What are you gonna do
I tell you what I'm gonna do
Why don't you run away
Well, I'm gonna leave today
What are you gonna do
I tell you what I'm gonna do
Why don't you get away
Well, I'd rather cry all day
What are you gonna do, gonna do, gonna do...
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