Patrick Swayze
She's like the wind, Through my tree She rides the night Next to me She leads me through moonlight Only to burn me with the sun She's taken my heart But she doesn't know what she's done Feel her breath in my face Her body close to me Can't look in her eyes She's out of my league Just a fool to believe I have anything she needs She's like the wind I look in the mirror And all I see Is a young old man With only a dream Am I just fooling myself That she'll stop the pain? Living without her I'd go insane! Feel your breath in my face Your body close to me Can't look in your eyes You're out of my league Just a fool to believe (Just a fool to believe) She's like the wind (Just a fool to believe) Just a fool to believe (She's like the wind) Just a fool to believe (Just a fool to believe) She's like the wind (Just a fool to believe) Just a fool to believe She's like the wind (Just a fool... she's like the wind) (She's like the wind) (Just a fool... she's like the wind) Songwriters: Patrick Swayze/Stacy Widelitz Lyrics © EMI MUSIC PUBLISHING LTD 
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Frank Sinatra
South of the border, down Mexico way That's where I fell in love, when the stars above came out to play And now as I wander, my thoughts ever stray South of the border, down Mexico way She was a picture in old Spanish lace Just for a tender while I kissed a smile upon her face 'Cause it was fiesta and we were so gay South of the border, Mexico way Then she sighed as she whispered, "manana" Never dreaming that we were parting And I lied as a whispered, "manana" 'Cause our tomorrow never came South of the border, I jumped back one day There in a veil of white, by the candlelight, she knelt to pray The mission bells told me that I mustn't stay South of the border, Mexico way The mission bells told me, ding, dong, that I must not stay Stay south of the border, down Mexico way Writer(s): Jimmy Kennedy, Michael Carr 
Simon & Garfunkel
It's a still life watercolor Of a now-late afternoon As the sun shines through the curtained lace And shadows wash the room And we sit and drink our coffee Couched in our indifference, like shells upon the shore You can hear the ocean roar In the dangling conversation And the superficial sighs The borders of our lives And you read your Emily Dickinson And I my Robert Frost And we note our place with book markers That measure what we've lost Like a poem poorly written We are verses out of rhythm Couplets out of rhyme In syncopated time And the dangled conversation And the superficial sighs Are the borders of our lives Yes, we speak of things that matter With words that must be said "Can analysis be worthwhile?" "Is the theater really dead?" And how the room is softly faded And I only kiss your shadow, I cannot feel your hand You're a stranger now unto me Lost in the dangling conversation And the superficial sighs In the borders of our lives Songwriters: Paul Simon Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group 
The Mamas & the Papas
I used to live in New York City Everything there was dark and dirty Outside my window was a steeple With a clock that always said twelve thirty Young girls are coming to the canyon And in the mornings I can see them walking I can no longer keep my blinds drawn And I can't keep myself from talking At first so strange to feel so friendly To say good morning and really mean it To feel these changes happening in me But not to notice till I feel it Young girls are coming to the canyon And in the mornings I can see them walking I can no longer keep my blinds drawn And I can't keep myself from talking Cloudy waters cast no reflection Images of beauty lie there stagnant Vibrations bounce in no direction And lie there shattered into fragments Young girls are coming to the canyon (Young girls are in the canyon) And in the mornings I can see them walking (In the mornings I can see them walking) I can no longer keep my blinds drawn (Can no longer keep my blinds drawn) And I can't keep myself from talking Songwriters: John Edmund Andrew Phillips Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group 
Spanky and Our Gang
I remember Sunday morning I would meet him at the park We'd walk together hand in hand Till it was almost dark Now I wake up Sunday morning Walk along the lane to find Nobody waiting for me Sunday's just another day Sunday will never be the same (Sunday will never be the same) I lost my baby's heart I must be back again Sunny afternoons that made me feel so warm inside Have turned as cold and gray as ashes As I feel the embers die No longer can I walk these paths for they have changed I must be home the sun is gone and I think it's gonna rain I remember children Feeding flocks of pigeons I remember sunshine and you were mine Sunday will never be the same Sunday will never be the same Sunday will never be the same Songwriters: Terry Cashman/Gene Pistilli Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group 
The Escape Club
Forty-seven dead beats living in the back street North east west south all in the same house Sitting in a back room waiting for the big boom I'm in a bedroom waiting for my baby She's so mean but I don't care I love her eyes and her wild wild hair Dance to the beat that we love best Heading for the nineties Living in the wild wild west The wild wild west Wild west Well, Mandy's in the backroom handing out Valium Sheriff's on the airwaves talking to the D.J.'s Forty-seven heartbeats beating like a drum Got to live it up live it up Ronnie's got a new gun She's so mean but I don't care I love her eyes and her wild wild hair Dance to the beat that we love best Heading for the nineties Living in the wild wild west The wild wild west Wild west Now put your flags in the air and march them up and down You can live it up live it up all over the town And turn to the left, turn to the right I don't care as long as she comes tonight She's so mean but I don't care I love her eyes and her wild wild hair Dance to the beat that we love best Heading for the nineties Living in the wild wild west The wild wild west The wild wild west Auw, wild west Living in the wild wild west The wild wild west Wild west Heading for the nineties living in the eighties Screaming in a back room waiting for the big boom Give me give me wild west Give me give me safe sex Give me love give me love Give me time to live it up She's so mean but I don't care I love her eyes and her wild wild hair Dance to the beat that we love best Heading for the nineties Living in the wild wild west The wild wild west The wild wild west Auw, wild west Songwriters: John Christoforou/John Holliday/Amos Pizzey-Shapiro/Trevor Steel/Milan Zekavica Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group 
Phil Collins
They came at night leaving fear behind Shadows were on the ground Well, nobody knew where to find him No evidence was found I'm never coming back They heard him cry And I believe him Well he never meant to do anything wrong It's gonna get worse if he waits too long Billy, Billy don't you lose my number 'Cause you're not anywhere That I can find you Oh, now, Billy, Billy don't you lose my number 'Cause you're not anywhere that I can find you, oh no Searching through the day and into the night They wouldn't stop 'til they found him They didn't know him and they didn't understand They never asked him why "Get out of my way" They heard him shout Then a blinding light Ooh all I could see was him running down the street Out of the shadows and into the night Billy, Billy don't you lose my number 'Cause you're not anywhere That I can find you Oh, now, Billy, Billy don't you lose my number 'Cause you're not anywhere that I can find you, oh Don't give up Keep running, keep hiding Don't give up Billy, if you know you're right Don't give up You know that I am on your side Don't give up Oh Billy, you better, you better, you better run for your life Now Billy, Billy don't you lose my number 'Cause you're not anywhere That I can find you Oh, now, Billy, Billy don't you lose my number 'Cause you're not anywhere that I can find you, oh They came at night leaving fear behind Shadows were on the ground Nobody knew where to find him No evidence was found "I'm never coming back" They heard him cry And I believe him He never meant to do anything wrong It's gonna get worse if he waits too long Now Billy, Billy don't you lose my number 'Cause you're not anywhere That I can find you Oh, now, Billy, Billy don't you lose my number 'Cause you're not anywhere that I can find you, oh Oh, now, Billy, Billy don't you lose my number 'Cause you're not anywhere that I can find you, oh Oh, now, Billy, Billy don't you lose my number 'Cause you're not anywhere that I can find you Songwriters: Phil Collins Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Concord Music Publishing LLC 
The Beatles
It's been a hard day's night, and I been working like a dog It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a log But when I get home to you I'll find the things that you do Will make me feel alright You know I work all day to get you money to buy you things And it's worth it just to hear you say you're going to give me everything So why on earth should I moan, 'cause when I get you alone You know I feel ok When I'm home everything seems to be right When I'm home feeling you holding me tight, tight Owww! So why on earth should I moan, 'cause when I get you alone You know I feel ok When I'm home everything seems to be right When I'm home feeling you holding me tight, tight, yeah It's been a hard day's night, and I been working like a dog It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a log But when I get home to you I'll find the things that you do Will make me feel alright You know I feel alright You know I feel alright... Songwriters: John Lennon/Paul Mccartney Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC 
Queen
Can anybody find me somebody to love? Ooh, each morning I get up I die a little Can barely stand on my feet (Take a look at yourself) Take a look in the mirror and cry (and cry) Lord, what you're doing to me (yeah yeah) I have spent all my years in believing you But I just can't get no relief, Lord! Somebody (somebody) ooh somebody (somebody) Can anybody find me somebody to love? I work hard (he works hard) every day of my life I work 'til I ache in my bones At the end (at the end of the day) I take home my hard earned pay all on my own I get down (down) on my knees (knees) And I start to pray 'Til the tears run down from my eyes Lord, somebody (somebody), ooh somebody (Please) can anybody find me somebody to love? Everyday (everyday) I try and I try and I try But everybody wants to put me down They say I'm going crazy They say I got a lot of water in my brain Ah, got no common sense I got nobody left to believe in Yeah yeah yeah yeah Oh, Lord Ooh somebody, ooh somebody Can anybody find me somebody to love? (Can anybody find me someone to love) Got no feel, I got no rhythm I just keep losing my beat (you just keep losing and losing) I'm OK, I'm alright (he's alright, he's alright) I ain't gonna face no defeat (yeah yeah) I just gotta get out of this prison cell One day (someday) I'm gonna be free, Lord! Find me somebody to love Find me somebody to love Find me somebody to love Find me somebody to love Find me somebody to love Find me somebody to love Find me somebody to love Find me somebody to love love love Find me somebody to love Find me somebody to love Somebody somebody somebody somebody Somebody find me Somebody find me somebody to love Can anybody find me somebody to love? (Find me somebody to love) Ooh (Find me somebody to love) Find me somebody, somebody (find me somebody to love) somebody, somebody to love Find me, find me, find me, find me, find me Ooh, somebody to love (Find me somebody to love) Ooh (find me somebody to love) Find me, find me, find me somebody to love (find me somebody to love) Anybody, anywhere, anybody find me somebody to love love love! Somebody find me, find me love Songwriters: Freddie Mercury Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC 
Jan and Dean
I was cruisin' in my Stingray late one night When an XKE pulled up on the right He rolled down the window of his shiny new Jag And challenged me then and there to a drag I said "You're on buddy -- my mill's running fine Let's come off the line now at Sunset and Vine But I'll go you one better, if you've got the nerve Let's race all the way -- to Dead Man's Curve" is no place to play (Dead Man's Curve) you'd best keep away (Dead Man's Curve) I can hear 'em say "Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve" The street was deserted late Friday night We were buggin' each other while we sat out the light We both popped the clutch when the light turned green You shoulda heard the whine from my screamin' machine! I flew past La Brea, Schwab's and Crescent Heights And all the Jag could see were my six taillights He passed me at Doheny then I started to swerve But I pulled her out and there we were - at Dead Man's Curve is no place to play (Dead Man's Curve... ) "Well, the last thing I remember, Doc I started to swerve And then I saw the Jag slide into the curve I know I'll never forget that horrible sight I guess I found out for myself that everyone was right" Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve is no place to play (Dead Man's Curve) you'd best keep away (Dead Man's Curve) I can hear 'em say "Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve" is no place to play (Dead Man's Curve) you'd best keep away (Dead Man's Curve) I can hear 'em say "Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve" Songwriters: Artie Kornfeld/Brian Douglas Wilson/Jan Berry/Roger Val Christian Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC 
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