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Did It For The Money

Down on the corner, walkin' the streets,
she smiles for everyone she meets.
He's not a man, no, he's just another trick.
She'd do it all just to get that fix.
 
Did you do it for love?
Did you do it in the name of love?
No, it ain't love she's gonna find.
She's got just one thing on her mind.
 
(Money)
She did, she did it for the money.
(Money)
All in the name of money.
(Money
All for the dirty green.
 
Cold in the city with the traffic slow,
he's got nobody, no place to call home.
But he's gotta have it. 
Lord, that he can't control,
takin' hard earned money 
from a poor, helpless soul.
 
Didn't do it for love.
Didn't do it in the name of love.
No, it ain't love he's out to find.
He's got just one thing on his mind.
 
(Money)
He did, he did it for the money.
(Money)
All in the name of money.
(Money)
All for the dirty green.
 
And the young girl,
she gets down on her knees.
She's there to please.
She wants her money.
 
And then the young man says,
'Now, put your hands in the air.
Give me what I want, Give me what I need.
Now don't you see? All I want, all I want, 
all I want is your money, yeah.
Give it to me.'
 
He's got the money, left the scene of crime.
Not a clue would he leave behind.
One's bad misfortune makes for another's eats
and now the young girl's trick's his treat.
 
(Money)
He did, he did it for the money.
(Money)
All in the name of money.
(Money)
All for the dirty green.
 
For the money,
he did it, did it for the money.
(Money)
All in the name of money.
(Money)
All for the dirty green.
(Money)
 

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The Full Moon Melody

On the moon, lives a girl
Her name is Moonshine Pearl
Every night she swings
And tries to catch the stars
 
On her swing she sings this tune
As we see the bright full moon
It's a song she calls 'The Full Moon Melody'
 
Full moon, full moon, full moon
Full moon, full moon, full moon
 
On the moon, lives this girl
Her dress as white as pearl
Swinging by the clouds, the moon and stars
 
On the swing she sings this tune
As we see the bright full moon
It's a song she calls 'The Full Moon Melody'
 
(Full moon, full moon)
Full moon, full moon, full moon
(Shoo-bi-doobi-doobi-ba)
(Shoo-bi-doobi-doobi-ba)
Full moon, full moon
(Ah ah...)
Full moo-oo-oo-oon...
 

Pretty Toughts

You looked at me with certainty
I couldn't look away
Took your jacket off like
Like you were here to stay
Chasin’ your pretty thoughts
And your plastic love
There goes my mind
Let it go
You’re that lace trimmed danger
One day you’ll be the face of a stranger
 
[Chorus x2:]
I couldn't look away
Chasin’ your pretty thoughts
You’re mine
You’re sinking’ in my soul
Chasin’ your pretty thoughts
 
In intervals you’re sinkin’ in
You’re sinkin’ in my soul
Thought to myself:
“Don’t, don’t you lose control”
Started to undress you, with my wandering eyes
Told myself you’d be gone by sunrise
‘cause you’re that lace trimmed danger
One day you’ll be the face of a stranger
 
[Chorus x2:]
I can’t look away
Chasin’ your pretty thoughts
You’re mine
You’re sinking’ in my soul
Chasin’ your pretty thoughts
 

Better This Way

I'm a strong man, I can lift heavy things
I do construction, in torn and tattered blue jeans
Drive a pick-up, drink beer eat buffalo wings
in the sports bar with all my macho buddies
I'm in control of my life and what people see
Still I'm terrified, of what they would say
if they found out about you and me

That's the reason why you are not here in my arms
and the reason why I push you away
cause the fear inside is greater than my courage allows
Its always been better this way, always been better this way

I'm a good man, I'm always doing good deeds
I build houses, for people in need
All of my life, I've always needed to please
and it may just end any happiness out there for me
I can't believe, that right in front of me
Is the only one I'll ever need
But I'm terrified, of the whispers and the gossip
And the hate that I've seen

That's the reason why I can't seem to let go of my heart
and the reason why I push you away
nothings ever equal in this game that I play
When it means it's love I'm gonna betray
Now I know it's not better this way

Here you are, deep in my love
Where I find all the strength that I need
It's all because of you
Now I'm stronger and I'm stronger
I'm stronger with you

That's the reason why I 'm giving you all of my heart
I swear I'll never push you away
The only thing that matters is your here in my arms
Baby, it's better this way
Baby, it's better this way
Baby, it's better this way
Baby, it's better this way
Baby, it's better this way
Baby, it's better this way
Baby, it's better this way
Baby, it's better this way
Baby, it's better this way

the difference between a bad poet and a good one is luck

I suppose so.
I was living in an attic in Philadelphia
It became very hot in the summer and so I stayed in the
bars. I didn’t have any money and so with what was almost left
I put a small ad in the paper and said I was a writer
looking for work . . .
which was a god damned lie; I was a writer
looking for a little time and a little food and some
attic rent.
a couple days later when I finally came home
from somewhere
the landlady said, there was somebody looking for
you. and I said,
there must be some mistake. she said,
no, it was a writer and he said he wanted you to help him write
a history book.
oh, fine, I said, and I knew with that I had another week’s
rent—I mean, on the cuff—
so I sat around drinking wine on credit and watching the hot pigeons
suffer and fuck on my hot roof.
I turned the radio on real loud
drank the wine and wondered how I could make a history book
interesting but true.
but the bastard never came back,
and I had to finally sign on with a railroad track gang
going West
and they gave us cans of food but no
openers
and we broke the cans against the seats and sides of
railroad cars a hundred years old with dust
the food wasn’t cooked and the water tasted like
candlewick
and I leaped off into a clump of brush somewhere in
Texas
all green with nice-looking houses in the
distance
I found a park
slept all night
and then they found me and put me in a cell
and they asked me about murders and
robberies.
they wanted to get a lot of stuff off the books
to prove their efficiency
but I wasn’t that tired
and they drove me to the next big town
fifty-seven miles away
the big one kicked me in the ass
and they drove off.
but I lucked it:
two weeks later I was sitting in the office of the city hall
half-asleep in the sun like the big fly on my elbow
and now and then she took me down to a meeting of the council
and I listened very gravely as if I knew what was happening
as if I knew how the funds of a halfass town were being
dismantled.
later I went to bed and woke up with teethmarks all over
me, and I said, Christ, watch it, baby! you might give me
cancer! and I’m rewriting the history of the Crimean War!
and they all came to her house—
all the cowboys, all the cowboys:
fat, dull and covered with dust.
and we all shook hands.
I had on a pair of old bluejeans, and they said
oh, you’re a writer, eh?
and I said: well, some think so.
and some still think so . . .
others, of course, haven’t quite wised up yet.
two weeks later they
ran me out
of town.