Ultimate Collection [Universal International]

You can dance, every dance with the guy
That gives you the eye, let him hold you tight
You can smile, every smile for the man
That held your hand beneath the pale moonlight
But don't forget who's takin' you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin', save the last dance for me

Oh I know, that the musics fine
Like sparklin' wine, go and have your fun
Laugh and sing,but while we're apart
Please, don't give your heart to anyone
But don't forget who's takin' you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
Please darlin' save the last dance for me

Baby don't you know I love you so
Can't you feel it when we touch
I will never never let you go
I love you oh so much

You can dance, go and carry on
Till the night is gone
And it's time to go
If he asks, if you're all alone
Can he take you home, than you must tell him no
Please don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
Please darling, save the last dance for me

Save the last dance for me
Save the last dance for me
Save the last dance for me
Won't you save the last dance for me?
Baby, save the last dance for me!

If you disrespect everybody
That you run into
How in the world do you think
Anybody sposed to respect you

If you don't give a heck about
The man with a bible in his hand
Just get out the way and let
The gentleman do his thing

you're the kind of gentleman
That wants everything their way
Take the sheet off yur face boy
Its a brand new day

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Respect yourself
Respect yourself
If you don't respect yourself
ain't nobody gonna give a good
Ca-hoot na na na oh oh
Respect yourself

If you're walking around thinking
That the world owes you something
'Cause you're here
You're going out the world backward

Like you did when you first came here
Keep talking about the president
won't stop air pollution
Put your hand over your mouth

When you cough
That'll help the solution

You cuss around women folk
You don't even know their name
Then you're dumb enough to think
That it makes you a big ol man

[Chorus]

Skid marks, charred cars
Litter the road to no good
Sign says, "Turn back"
I know I would if I could

Downhill, brakes gone turning, my knuckles all white
This girl she's trouble makes you hold on for dear life
In the dark a siren screams
As nightmare wakes you from the dream

[Chorus]
Flirting with disaster, playing with fire
She's more than I can master 'cause I'm a slave to desire
Shouldn't go no faster, I'm tempting fate
I know flirting with disaster
What a way to go, way to go, way to go

Her kiss sheer bliss, one's enough to put you in shock
Her hips launch ships send 'em right on to the rocks
Too late, the first mate just cut the anchor
She couldn't wait heave ho-here goes

In the eye of the hurricane
The thrill is always worth the pain

[Chorus]

Strike the match
Light the fuse
Blow the hatch
Feel the bruise

Paradise or suicide
You might as well enjoy the ride

(Spoken:) One, two, three, hit it boy, oh oh

May I take your order? Bourbon rocks, splash of water, comin' right up, comin' right up.
All alone? Don't be nervous, Bruno's here baby, I'm at your service
Tending your cup, sit down, belly up.
Ask for anything and I'll say "yup! comin' right up", I'll be right with you.
Need a match? On the double, sulphur preparation, that's no trouble
Comin right up! I got that comin right up
What's that? Am I free later? Let me put it this way: does a comet leave a crater?
I'll check my book-my, my, what luck, a bottle of our best champagne comin' right up
We toasted everything, that's worth imagining, she told me stories that would melt a stone
I managed to just keep a hold of myself, she blew a little kiss, so shy and sensuous
Then disappeared into the night alone, she left a map on a ten-dollar bill
Underneath her glass in a vodka spill. Oh!
Midnight I pushed the buzzer guessed right cause it was her
Ninety-ninth floor: "Baby, It's Bruno I'll be right up"
Uh uh! Nice lobby. Sixty nine, seventy nine, eighty nine, oh here we are: ninety nine.
I knock, I take a look in high heels, dinner cookin',
"Yes, thank you make mine a Manhattan bone dry, don't forget that little cherry on top!"
Comin' right, comin' right up.

(Spoken:) This is delicious, you made it yourself, uh? Mmm, yeah, come here,
let me fix that seem in the back of your stocking, baby...