Lyrical Response

[Bill from NYC]

When will I see you again?
When will we share precious moments?
Will I have to wait forever?
Will I have to suffer (suffer)
And cry the whole night through?

 

When will I see you again?
When will our hearts beat together?
Are we in love or just friends?
Is this my beginning or is this the end?

[WhoTom]

'Cause a week is a month and an hour a day
When your reaching just pushes it further away
With your past and your future precisely divided
Am I at that moment?
I haven't decided

 

[PastaJoe]

If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day
'Til eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you

[Bill from NYC]

Well she's kinda pretty, drives a big car too
And when I hold her in my arms, I never know what to do
She's got everything she needs, what does she need me for
Just a crazy fool comin' back for more

And I know she's no good
Can't blame her but I know I should
Everybody says a watch out boy
She'll break your heart like it was a toy

You better, save it for a rainy day
You better,  save it for a rainy day

[WhoTom]

We're white punks on dope
Mom & Dad moved to Hollywood
Hang myself when I get enough rope
Can't clean up, though I know I should

 

[PastaJoe]

Whatever happened to all this season's losers of the year?
Every time I got to thinking, where'd they disappear?
When I woke up, mom and dad are rolling on the couch.
Rolling numbers, rock and rolling, got my kiss records out.

[Bill from NYC]

Everybody's braggin and drinking that wine
I can tell the Queen of Diamonds by the way she shines
Come to daddy on the inside straight,
Well I got no chance of losing this time
Well I got no chance of losing this time
Well I got no chance of losing this time...

[PastaJoe]

That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no, I've said too much
I haven't said enough

[WhoTom]

Lotta poor man got the Cumberland Blues
He can't win for losing

 

[PastaJoe]

Sometimes I wonder
What I'm a-gonna do
But there ain't no cure
For the summertime blues

[RaoulDuke79]

He said, "Mister, can you make folks cry when you play and sing?
Have you paid your dues? Can you moan the blues?
Can you bend them guitar strings?"
He said, "Boy, can you make folks feel what you feel inside?

[WhoTom]

She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes
I knew without askin' she was into the blues
She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls
I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls

 

[RaoulDuke79]

Girls, girls, girls
Long legs and burgundy lips
Girls, girls, girls
Dancin' down on the Sunset Strip
Girls, girls, girls
Red lips, fingertips

[WhoTom]

It's high time that you found
The same people you misuse on your way up
You might meet up
On your way down

 

[Figster]

Will it go round in circles, will it fly high like a bird up in the sky
Will it go round in circles, will it fly high like a bird up in the sky

[RaoulDuke79]

Round and round
With love we'll find a way just give it time
Round and round
What comes around goes around
I'll tell you why

[PastaJoe]

You spin me right round, baby
Right round like a record, baby
Right round, round, round
You spin me right round, baby
Right round like a record, baby
Right round, round, round

[WhoTom]

Ah, can't you see me standin' here
I got my back against the record machine
I ain't the worst that you've seen
Ah, can't you see what I mean?

 

[PastaJoe]

Well, she was just seventeen
You know what I mean
And the way she looked
Was way beyond compare
So how could I dance with another
Ooh, when I saw her standing there?

 

[Bill from NYC]

I learned the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear skinned smiles
Who married young and then retired.
The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth

 

And those of us with ravaged faces
Lacking in the social graces
Desperately remained at home
Inventing lovers on the phone
Who called to say come dance with me
and murmured vague obscenities
It isn't all it seems
At seventeen