Taxi

(smith, miner)

Protect me in your arms
I want your tender charms
I´m a lonely, i´m blue
I need you, your love true.
Rescue me
Rescue me
Take my heart
Take your love
And ev´ry part
I´m a lonely and i´m blue
I need you and your love true.
Rescue me
Rescue me
Protect me in your arms
I want your tender charms
I´m a lonely, baby
Rescue me
Rescue me

(hawkins)

I put a spell on you
Because you´re mine
I put a spell on you
Because you´re mine
Because you´re mine
I put a spell on you
Because you´re mine
Because you´re mine
You gotta stop the things you do
I ain´t lying
You better stop the things you do
I ain´t lying
I just can´t stand it babe
I just can´t stand it babe
I just can´t stand it babe
I just can´t stand it
I put a spell on you
Because you´re mine
Because you´re mine
I put a spell on you
I put a spell on you
You´ve gotta stop the things you do
You´ve gotta stop the things you do
You´ve gotta stop the things
Stop the things
Stop the things

(winkler, rauch, sigman)

Answer me, my love
Just what sin i been guilty of?
Tell me how i came lose your love
Answer me, my love
You were mine yesterday
I believed that love was here to stay
Won´t you tell me where i´ve gone astray?
Answer me, my love
If you´re happier without me
I´ll try not to care
But if you still think about me
Listen my prayer
You must know i´ve been true
Won´t you say that we can start anew?
In my sorrow now i turn to you
Answer me, my love

(doris, gregory)

Just one look and i fell so hard in love with you
I found out how good it feels to have your love
Say you will, will be mine forever and always
Just one look and i knew that you were my only one
I though i was dreaming but i was wrong
But i´m gonna keep on scheming till i make you my own
So you see i really care, without you i´m nothing
Just one look and i know i´ll get you someday
Just one look

(reed)

And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow´s parties
A hand-me-down dress from who knows where
To all tomorrow´s parties
And where will she go and what she gonna do
When midnight comes around
She turn once more to sunday´s clown
And cry behind the door
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow´s parties
Linens and silks of last night's gowns
To all tomorrow´s parties
And what will she do with thursday's rags
When monday comes around?
She'll turn once more to sunday´s clown
And cry behind the door
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow´s parties
For thursday's child is sunday´s clown
For whom none will go mourning
A blackened shroud a hand-me-down gown
Of rags and silks; a costume
Fit for one who sits and cries
For all tomorrow´s parties