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Hi everyone the last one no longer appears in recent posts...
Many know how to play and new players are always welcome, they isn't rules as such just post a song lyric that follows on from the previous one.
Feel free to have a natter along the way, artist is optional although helpful if a little obscure all I ask is you play nice Xx
The first poster has free choice for an opening song lyric of this 'new' thread.
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Daisy, Daisy give me your answer do. I’m half crazy all for the love of you. It won’t be a stylish marriage, I can’t afford a carriage. But you’ll look sweet, Upon the seat, Of a bicycle made for two.
Michael, Michael, here is your answer true. I’m not crazy all for the love of you. There won’t be any marriage, If you can’t afford a carriage. ‘Cause I’ll be switched, If I get hitched, On a bicycle built for two!”
Nat King Cole and many others
Take a left down echo park, a kid asks do I want some crack
T.V. sets are spewing Baywatch through the windows into black
Here comes a girl with long brown hair who can't be more than seventeen
She sucks on a red Popsicle while she pushes a baby girl in a pink carriage
And I'm thinking, that must be her sister
That must be her sister, right?
They go into the 7-11 and I keep walking, and I keep walking
Going over to Susan's house
Going over to Susan's house
she's gonna make it right.....
The Eels
Here's my story, it's sad but true
It's about a girl that I once knew
She took my love then ran around
With every single guy in town
Yeah, I should have known it from the very start
This girl would leave me with a broken heart
Now listen people what I'm telling you
A-keep away from-a Runaround Sue, yeah
Dion.
People I know, places I go, make me feel tongue-tied
And I can see how, people look down
They're on the inside
… Here's where the story ends
… People I see, weary of me showing my good side
And I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside
… Here's where the story ends
Oh, here's where the story ends
… It's that little souvenir, of a terrible year, which makes my eyes feel sore
Oh, I never should have said, the books that you read were all I loved you for
It's that little souvenir, of a terrible year, which makes me wonder why
And it's the memories of your shed, that make me turn red
Surprise, surprise, surprise....
Gavurin/Wheeler. originally recorded by The Sundays, hit version by Tin Tin Out
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