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Persuasion

Well, I don't need too much persuasion,
When I'm in your arms this way,
Well, I don't need a sense of occasion,
I'm ready any day,

 

Well, just tell me your location,
And I will get to you,
There will be no hesitation,
I'll be right there out of the blue.

Perfection, you seem to me,
This connection, we ought to seal,
My emotions, I can't conceal,
Your heart I'll steal away.

Ahhh..........

I won't put up too much of a struggle,
When you look that way,
But, I know that I'm in trouble,
My defense just melts away.

Well, I think that I'm in heaven,
When you knock on my door,
Well, I start to seeing double,
My resistance is way down low,

Perfection, you seem to me,
This connection, we ought to seal,
My emotions, I can't conceal,
Your heart I'll steal away.

Heart I'll steal away.

Owwww......

Well, I don't need too much persuasion,
When I'm in your arms this way,
Well, I don't need a sense of occasion,
I'm ready any day.

Won't you tell me your location,
And I will get to you,
There will be no hesitation,
I'll be right there out of the blue.

Perfection, you seem to me,
This connection, we ought to seal,
My emotions, I can't conceal,
Your heart I'll steal away.

Heart I'll steal away.

That's right.

Philby

Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby, 
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city, 
I can't come in from the cold, 
I'm deep in action on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down, 
Time drags by, I'm above suspicion, 
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. 

 

Well it sure is dark in this clockwork city, 
Contact's never gonna show, 
I've got a code which can't be broken, 
My eyes never seem to close, 
Well, I'm standing here in the silent city, 
Shadows falling down, 
I'm disconnected but I don't need pity, 
The night's gonna burn on slow. 
Yeah, yeah, yeah. 
Yeah, yeah, yeah. 

Now ain't it funny that I feel like Philby, 
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must move quickly, 
There's a knock upon the door,
Still in transit and I'm close to danger, 
My cover can't be blown, 
It's getting strange and it's getting crazy, 
Tell me, what is going on?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. 
Yeah, yeah, yeah. 

Four o'clock and nothing's moving, 
Six o'clock and the daylight's stirring, 
A Morning comes, must be moving on.
All night long my mind's been burning, 
Makes me feel such a long, long way from home, 

Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby, 
There's a stranger in my soul 
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold

PISTOL SLAPPER BLUES

Well I know my dog,
Anywhere I hear him bark.
Well I know my rider,
If I feel her in the dark.

 

Ain't it cold for you, mother,
When you say you don't love me?
Well that's alright woman,
You gonna need my help someday.

You didn't say you didn't love me, 
When you were stretched out across my bed.
You're drinkin' moonshine whisky,
And talking all outta your head.

Ain't but two kinda people,
In this world that I can't stand.
Well that's a lying woman,
And a cheatin' monkey man.

Well, I feel like snapping,
My pistol in your face.
I'm gonna let the graveyard,
Be your resting place.

Well I know my dog,
Anywhere I hear him bark.
I know my rider,
If I feel her in the dark.

Public Enemy No. 1

Well she's nothing much, 
But she looks like a gangster's moll. 
Well there ain't no doubt about it, 
I know she ran with Mad Dog Coll. 

She's the driver of the getaway car, 
Public enemy number 1.

Well, she's fact and she's fiction, 
All wrapped up into one. 
Sound, lights and vision, 
Street car collisions and all.

We got the G-men on a mission, 
They can't catch up at all. 
Well, won't you have that motor twitchin', 
For public enemy number 1, number 1. 

Well the marked man unmarked car, 
Waiting out in the cold got his work cut out,  
Well a travel guide to a shooting star,
Is the only clue we left about.

It's a battle of wits, a psyche-out,
Synchronised tension's taking hold,
It's a battle of wits, a psyche-out,
Synchronised tension's taking hold, taking hold.

B-girl oh B-girl,
Be my permanent alibi.
Well you got to keep your eyes peeled, 
Stay alert at the wheel tonight.

Keep the key in the ignition,
We won't get no remission this time.
Won't you have that motor twitchin',
When I come running by.
I come running by...yeah.