Made with Love

Lyrical Association Game

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Oh it hit me like a steel freight train when you left me
And nothing ever hurt like you
 
Freight train, freight train, run so fast
Freight train, freight train, run so fast
Please don't tell me what train I'm on
They won't know what route I'm going
 
I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
So tell me why should it be true
That I get a kick out of you
 
So now sweet sixteens turned thirty-one
You get to feelin' weary when the work days done
Well all you got to do is get up and into your kicks
If you're in a fix
 
You come on like a dream, peaches and cream
Lips like strawberry wine
You're sixteen, you're beautiful, and you're mine
 
Cream, get on top... Cream, u will cop... Cream, don't u stop... Cream, shboogie pop :tongue:
 
I don't think that I can take it
Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
 
It's not even my birthday
But he want to lick the icing off
I know you want it in the worst way
Can't wait to blow my candles out
 
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Art man, happy birthday to you!!!!:happy:
 
I make a rich woman beg
I make a good woman steal
I make an old woman blush
I make a young girl squeal
I wanna be yours pretty baby
Yours and yours alone
I'm here to tell ya honey
That I'm bad to the bone

B B B B Bad
B B B B Bad
B B B B Bad
Bad to the bone
 
He was a hard-headed man, he was brutally handsome
And she was terminally pretty
She held him up and he held her for ransom
In the heart of the cold, cold city

He had a nasty reputation as a cruel dude
They said he was ruthless, said he was crude
They had one thing in common they were good in bed
She'd say, "Faster, faster, the lights are turnin' red"

Life in the fast lane, surely make you lose your mind
Life in the fast lane

Are you with me so far?

Eager for action, hot for the game
The coming attraction, the drop of a name
They knew all the right people, they took all the right pills
They threw outrageous parties, they paid heavily bills

There were lines on the mirror, lines on her face
She pretended not to notice, she was caught up in the race
 
The wind in the willow played
Love's sweet melody
But all of those vows we made
Were never to be

Though we're apart
You're part of me still
For you were my thrill
On Blueberry Hill
 
Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy
She'll beat you if she's able
You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet

Now it seems to me, some fine things
Have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones that you can't get
 
I know that the spades are the swords of the soldier, I know that the clubs are weapons of war, I know that diamonds mean money for this art, but that's not the shape of my heart
 
Pushing up the ante
I know you got to see me
Read 'em and weep
The dead man's hand again
 
The winner takes it all, the loser's standing small beside the victory, that's a destiny
 
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