There's not a street that you can walk You got to watch just who you're talkin' to They're out to get ya, can't turn your back on a smilin' face Next
Baby I need your lovin', baby I need your lovin' Although you're never near, your voice I often hear Another day, another night, I long to hold you tight
Baby, baby, right now Just seven numbers Can straighten out my life But my pride won't let me phone Just seven numbers Can get me through to you, girl
Sugar pie, honey bunch You know that I love you I can't help myself I love you and nobody else In and out my life You come and you go Leaving just your
Hey girl he treats you bad Leaves you at home on your own while he roams. Said he was out with the boys smells like sweet perfume Lipsticks on his collar
Sundays to bottles of beer Barrooms and pop a tops are long way from soda shops Those pick me ups now let me down Barrooms and pop a tops are long way
Music: Louis St. Louis Lyrics: Howard Greenfield Vocal: The Four Tops Spending my vacation in the summer sun, Gettin' lots of action and a lots of
The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall The fly her spleen, the little spark his heat; The slender hairs cast shadows, through but small, And
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The city lights, the pretty lights They can warm the coldest nights All the people going places Smiling with electric faces What they find the glow erases
I've got a present for brother Choo Choo Train And I'm just dyin' to see my dear old mother Choo Choo Train So don't slow down 'til you see my home town
Darlin' I don't know much. I know I love you so much. My life depends on your touch. And my love is a river runnin' soul deep. Way down inside me it
Time All those happy times Time Days of summer love Time That I held your hand and the world stood still Ah haa Time Those happy times Time Down by the
Whoa, whoa She shot a hole in my soul I'm walkin' all over town, callin' her name and tryin' to find her She shot a hole in my soul I'm walkin' all over
You're walkin' in fields of clover I hear you finally made it to the classy side of town It made me sad, got to feelin' bad, 'til I thought it over And
Please don't cry my baby Can't nobody ever come between us, no uh We got somethin', something special, yeah Neighbors on our street talking 'bout our
When I think about the good love You gave me I cry like a baby Livin' without you is drivin' me crazy I cry like a baby Well I know now that You're not
I met her in church, I met her in church On a Sunday mornin' She looked at me, with eyes aglow As the choir sang a 'Hallelujah' (Hallelujah) I met her