Partitions
Something
Something in the way she movesAttracts me like no other loverSomething in the way she woos meI don’t want to leave her nowYou know I believe and howSomewhere in her smile she knowsThat I don’t need no other loverSomething in her style that shows meI don’t want to leave her nowYou know I believe and
Killing Me Softly
Strumming my pain with his fingersSinging my life with his wordsKilling me softly with his songKilling me softly with his songTelling my whole life with his wordsKilling me softly with his songI heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a styleAnd so I came to see him, to listen for a whileAnd
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Penny Lane
Penny Lane, there is a barber showing photographsOf every head he’s had the pleasure to knowAnd all the people that come and goStop and say, « Hello » On the corner is a banker with a motorcarAnd little children laugh at him behind his backAnd the banker never wears a Mac in the pouring rainVery strange Penny
Come Together
Here come old flat topHe come grooving up slowlyHe got joo joo eyeballHe one holy rollerHe got hair down to his kneeGot to be a joker he just do what he please He wear no shoe shineHe got toe jam footballHe got monkey fingerHe shoot Coca-ColaHe say I know you, you know meOne thing I