Foreign Lover
They said: You have a broken voice box
Now how you gonna be a star
Why did you make that foolish left turn
And run right into that car
Into that car, into that car
Why did you run into that car, into that car
Riding high, racing heart
All aglow with excitement
If dreams could come true, only two weeks to go
And my feet flying off the pavement
But who would have thought at that innocent corner
How blinded by time I would be
The road to hell appears out of nowhere
And stays indefinitely
They said: You have a broken voice box
Now how you gonna be a star
Why did you make that foolish left turn
And run right into that car
Into that car, into that car
Why did you run into that car, into that car
Dream again, I dream again
Oh, I remember the pain
Maybe I should see a soothsayer
And ask what's in the game
Is it storm and clouds before the rainbow
Or neon lights on Broadway
Or is it just a freak of chance that steroids are messin' up my brain
[Composed by Angeli; ©1991 Shenai Song Productions (ASCAP)]
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Just A Little Baby Boy
Every Night I Would Call
Your Number Brought Me Joy.
I Called Your House, Every Night Since Then
But I Ain't Never, No No Never
Heard You Calling Me
Come On And Call Me Back Again . . . . .
Call Me Back Again.
I've Heard Your Name Every Night Since Then
But I Ain't Never, No No Never . . . . .
Well When I, When I Was
Just A Little Baby Boy
Every Night, Every Night
I Would Call Because Your Number
Brought Me Joy
Oh -- I've Called Your Name
Every Night Since Then,