Made with Love

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The night was mighty dark so you could hardly see,
For the moon refused to shine.
Couple sitting underneath a willow tree,
For love they did pine.
Little maid was kinda 'fraid of darkness
So she said, "I guess I'll go."
Boy began to sigh, looked up at the sky,
And told the moon his little tale of woe


Oh, Shine on, shine on, harvest moon
Up in the sky;
I ain't had no lovin'
Since January, February, June or July.
Snow time ain't no time to stay
Outdoors and spoon;
So shine on, shine on, harvest moon,
For me and my gal.
 
Telegraph cables, they sing down the highway
And travel each bend in the road
People who meet in this romantic setting
Are so hypnotized by the lovely...
Evening summer breeze
Warbling of a meadowlark
Moonlight in Vermont
 
Oh oh telephone line give me some time I'm living in twilight
 
Isn't that the way they say it goes
But let's forget all that
Just give me the number if you can find it
So I can call just to tell them I'm fine and to show

I've overcome the blow, learned to take it well
I only wish my words could just convince myself
that it just wasn't real but that's not the way it feels
 
I tried to call you before but I lost my nerve...tried my imagination but I was disturbed...Jenny I got your number, I need to make you mine...Jenny don't change your number 867-5309
 
I'm a bitch, I'm a lover
I'm a child, I'm a mother
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
I do not feel ashamed
 
Jingle Bells,
Batman smells,
Robin laid and egg,
The Batmobile lost a wheel
and the Joker got away!
 
Cuz I'm a picker, I'm a grinner, I'm a lover and I'm a sinner playin my music in the sun. I'm a joker, I'm a smoker, I'm a midnight toker...I get my lovin on the run ooooooooh
 
You show us everything you've got
You keep on dancin' and the room gets hot
You drive us wild, we'll drive you crazy
You say you wanna go for a spin
The party's just begun, we'll let you in
You drive us wild, we'll drive you crazy
You keep on shoutin', you keep on shoutin'
 
They're dancing on the ceiling, they're dancing on the floor
People everywhere coming through the door
 
In violent times you shouldn't have to sell your soul. In black and white they really really ought to know. Those one-track minds that took you for a working boy...Kiss them goodbye you shouldn't have to jump for joy. You shouldn't have to Shout! Shout! Let it all out. These are the things I can do without
 
Molotov cocktail, the local drink
And all she wants to do is dance, dance
 
Dry martini, jigger of gin
Oh, what a spell you've got me in
Oh my, do I feel high
 
People all around but I don't hear a sound
Just the lonely beating of my heart
 
When I touch you I can feel you shivering
I can feel your heart is beating fast
We are alone in this crowded room
 
You hope that she will change her mind,
but the days drift on and on.
You'll never know the reason why she's gone.
Empty rooms,
where we learn to live without love.
 
If you must keep talking, please try to make it rhyme
Because your mind is on vacation and your mouth is working overtime
 
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