Deborah Harry - Complete Picture: The Very Best Of Deborah Harry And Blondie [compilation] (2003) by Deborah Harry (보컬) on maniadb.com

I wanna dance with Harry Dean
Drive through Texas in a black limousine
I want a piece of heaven before I die
I wanna pair of pink high heels
That catch the lights up on the Ferris wheel
But what I really want I just can't buy
Here comes the twenty-first century
It's gonna be much better for a girl like me
Cuz I want everything I can
But most of all I want that man
I want that man

I wanna move like what's his name
I'll keep the money, you can have the fame
Everything that's yours will soon be mine

Yeah, I wanna be the Queen of the USA
You could send me roses every other day
But what I really want I just can't buy

Here comes the twenty first century
It's gonna be much better for a girl like me
Cuz I want everything I can
But most of all I want that man
I want that man

Hey! I wanna be kissed from head to toe
By that man in the very back row
But he won't even look me in the eye
Ah, I want his love to rain right down on me
I want him to be king of all my dreams
But what I really want I just can't hide

Here comes the twenty first century
It's gonna be much better for a girl like me
Cuz I want everything I can
But most of all I want that man
I want that man

Whenever I collapse, whenever I fold in your arms, that's when I know I'm holding you.
Holding you within my grasp.
Whenever I feel trapped, held by the inescapable, I try to put my mind at ease, protect the heart worn on my sleeve.

That's when I feel brand new.
I'm looking on the brite side.
I've got my visuals.
I'm looking on the brite side.
My 20/20's true.
I'm looking on the brite side.
That's when I know it's you.

You.

Whenever I'm in red a guardian angel's flying round my head.
I feel your touch warm as red's embarrassment, innocence' blush.

That's when I feel brand new.
I'm looking on the brite side.
I've got my visuals.
I'm looking on the brite side.
My 20/20's true.
I'm looking on the brite side.
That's when I know it's you.
You.
You.

Whenever I'm in bed I see myself in wide-screen love scenes close-up.
I'm holding you, holding you.
We're wrapped in blue.

I'm looking on the brite side.

Compliments and condiments added to the rest.
The sense of taste.
Delicious.
Only on request.

Say goodbye.
Sayonara, sugar.
If you're so hot to go, well, hit the road.
Ciao, bello.

Sweet and low, that's the way I like it.
Sweet and low, that's the way I like it when you say my name.
Sweet and low, sweet chariot.
Baby won't you carry me, baby won't you carry me home.

Count me out
Scream and shout.
Put me to the test.
Sense of risk.
Synthetic. Only on request.

Say goodbye.
Sayonara, sugar.
If you're so hot to go, well, you can hit the road.
Ciao, bello.

Sweet and low, that's the way I like it.
Sweet and low, that's the way I like it when you say my name.
Sweet and low, baby I can't fight it.
Sweet and low.
Baby I can't fight it when you say my name sweet and low.

Sweet chariot.
Baby won't you carry me.
Sweet and low.
Sweet chariot.
Baby won't you carry me.
Baby won't you carry me home.

Time to fly.
Sayonara, sugar.
If you're so hot to go, well, you can hit the road.
Ciao, bello.

Sweet and low, that's the way I like it.
Sweet and low, baby I can't fight it when you say my name.
Sweet and low.
Make me feel delightful.
Sweet and low.
Make me feel delightful, I'll make you feel the same.

Say goodbye.
Baby won't you carry me home. Baby won't you carry me home. Say bye bye.
Baby won't you carry me home. Sweet and low. Say goodbye.
Baby won't you carry me home. Baby won't you carry me.
Baby won't you carry me home. Sayonara, sugar.
Baby won't you carry me home. Baby won't you carry me.
Baby won't you carry me home. Sweet and low. Say bye bye.
Baby won't you carry me home. Baby won't you carry me home. Sweet and low.
Baby won't you carry me home.