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I wrote your name on some paper
Matchstick in my hand
And my eyes are afire
With things you can't understand
Uh-huh, uh-huh
And your name crosses mine
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Baby, couldn't you just die?
Well, I ain't no yippie
Got no political side
And I ain't no hippie
My magic's bona fide
Uh-huh, uh-huh
And your name crosses mine
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Baby, couldn't you just die?
I see you comin' down the sidewalk
Well, babe, that's just what I planned
And you gonna stop and talk
Well, babe, that's just my command
Uh-huh, uh-huh
And your name crosses mine
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Baby, couldn't you just die?
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A little cash, baby, ain't no drag
Lebanese Hash in a little clear bag
Heaven
Heaven
Heaven in the little things
Heaven
Heaven
Heaven in the little things
I got a girl, she like the simple life
Heaven in the little things
Well, I ain't dumb so I made her my wife
Heaven in the little things
Heaven
(Heaven)
Heaven
(Heaven)
Heaven in the little things
Heaven
(Heaven)
Heaven
(Heaven)
Heaven in the little things
Guitar!
Jerry Lee Lewis and his Pumpin' Piana
Heaven in the little things
I want dessert with the cream and the banana
Heaven in the little things
Heaven
(Heaven)
Heaven
(Heaven)
Heaven in the little things
Heaven
(Heaven)
Heaven
(Heaven)
Heaven in the little things
Well, I rode my bike on down Harricott Hill
Oh, oh, yeah, yeah
Somebody said, "Mike, you gonna get yourself killed"
Ahhhhhhh...
Oh yeah!
Heaven
(Heaven)
Heaven
(Heaven)
Heaven in the little things
Heaven
(Heaven)
Heaven
(Heaven)
Heaven in the little things
That's right
That's right
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Tracy on Sunday
02:21
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Monday
That's a shit day
Tuesday
Mmm, hit or miss day
Wednesday
Got my hopes up high
But Thursday
I'm just another guy
Friday
I'm-a feelin' fine
'Cause Saturday
My baby's drinkin' wine
And Sunday
My baby is mine
Let's go!
Friday
I'm-a feelin' fine
'Cause Saturday
My baby's drinkin' wine
And Sunday
My baby is mine
Well, my baby is mine
Mmm, my baby is mine
Tracy on Sunday!
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Turn Around Again
02:18
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Turn around now, baby
I should've known it from the start
There ain't no imitation
There ain't nobody can play the part
Turn around now, baby
There ain't no imitation
For the one that breaks my heart
No true lover you ain't
Nobody's mother, nobody's saint
Ah, ah, you're just a liar
Well!
Well, no true lover you ain't
Nobody's mother, nobody's saint
Ah, ah, you're just a liar
Lookout!
Turn around now, baby
I should've known it from the start
Well!
There ain't no imitation
There ain't nobody can play the part
Nobody, no
Turn around now, baby
There ain't no imitation
You're the one that breaks my heart
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Mick Davis St. John'S, Newfoundland and Labrador
Mick Davis is a Canadian singer-songwriter & founder of The Novaks. A twenty-five year veteran of performing, record-making, & touring, Mick's music trek boasts of alliances with Steve Van Zandt & opening dates with KISS. Mick is the recipient of numerous MusicNL & ECMA awards. He lives in St. John's, NL. ... more
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