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"What A Beautiful Creature You Are"

"What A Beautiful Creature You Are"



I'm studying a course of ornithology
Wanting to know all about the birds and the bees
I'm studying a course of the womanology

Oh (mm) oh (mmm) ooh (ooh) oh (that's nice) (oh) ooh (ooh) oooh!

What a beautiful creature you are, you are,
A beautiful creature you are!

I'm studying a course of anthropology
Trying to find out all about the birds and the bees
I'm studying a course of man typology

Oh (oh) mm (ahh) uhh (ahh) oh yes! (ohh) that's nice (ooh) mmmm

What a beautiful creature you are, you are,
A beautiful creature you are!

Ooooh how's about going down roaring twenties!

Oh Slidey Fly's going to be there with all the band
ooh ooh (oh hoho ho) (oh no no no) mmmm (ooh) (that's good!) oooh

What a beautiful creature you are, you are,
What a beautiful creature you are! (that's true)

We're studying a course of our psychology
Wanting to know all about the birds and the bees
We're studying a course of our psychology

Oh (oh) ooh (oh no) ohh (don't) ohh (oh no) ooh! (ooh!) ooh! (ooh!)

What a beautiful create you (we) are, (you) we are,
A beautiful creature we are!
 
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"What The Soul Desires"

"What The Soul Desires"



There is a rapture that my soul desires
There is a something that I cannot name.
I know not after what my soul aspires
Nor guess from when the restless longing came
But ever from my childhood have I felt it
In all things beautiful, in all things gay
And ever has its gentle unseen presence
Falling like a shadow cloud across my way.

It is the melody in all sweet music
In all fair forms it is the hidden grace.
In all I love, a something that escapes me,
Flies by pursuit and ever visits face.
I see it in the woodlands, silver beauty
I feel it in the very breathing of the air.
I stretch my hand to grasp for I can't touch it
When I do, well I know it is not there.

La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la la la la la

But ever from my childhood have I felt it
In all things beautiful, in all things gay
And ever has its gentle unseen presence
Falling like a shadow cloud across my way.

There is a rapture.
 
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"What's A Girl..."

"What's A Girl..."


We meet across a crowded room
Through the faces in the gloom
We meet on the [?] night
I wanted to hold you

What's a girl like you doing in a century like this?
What's a girl like you doing in a century like this?

In the bar at the end of the rainbow [?]
Shipwreck on the [?]
In the bar at the end of the rainbow
Cast away on the fields
In the bar at the end, in the bar at the end, in the bar at the end
Of the rainbow

I asked you just one more time
What you thought of me in your mind
You said to me, through your eye
That your love will never

What's a girl like you doing in a century like this?
What's a girl like you doing in a century like this?

In the bar at the end of the rainbow [?]
Shipwreck on the [?]
In the bar at the end of the rainbow
Cast away on the fields
In the bar at the end, in the bar at the end, in the bar at the end
Of the rainbow

What's a girl like you doing in a century like this?
What's a girl like you doing in a century like this?
What's a girl like you doing in a century like this?
What's a girl like you doing in a, what's a girl like you
What's a girl like you doing in a century like this?
What's a girl like you doing in a century like this?
What's a girl, what's a girl, what's a girl like you
What's a girl like you doing in a century like this?
 
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"When All The World Is Young"

"When All The World Is Young"


Young leaf green, so softly shining
Quartz of [?]
Rings of coral, beams of lapis
And of alabaster made

When all the world is young
And the secret dance has just begun
And the songs of courting are sung
When all the world is young

Cloudless dream and days in yellow
Plotted cream and [?]
Touch of turquoise, flash of scarlet
Costumes silver dance [?]

When all the world is young
And the secret dance has just begun
And the songs of courting are sung
When all the world is young

Brace in gold, waist in satin
Sent with [?]
Copper crown about my temple
Green [?] light [?]

When all the world is young
And the secret dance has just begun
And the songs of courting are sung
When all the world is young

Young leaf green, so softly shining
Quartz of [?]
Rings of coral, beams of lapis
And of alabaster made

When all the world is young
And the secret dance has just begun
And the songs of courting are sung
When all the world is young
And the secret dance has just begun
And the songs of courting are sung
When all the world is young
And the secret dance has just begun
And the songs of courting are sung
When all the world is young
 
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"Where Is She?"

"Where Is She?"



Springtime for me has gone, where is she?
Waking in the blue dawn, where is she?
Someday I'll say to her "I am here."
Smiling her words will be "I am cheer."
I know she'll wait for me,
Well, I know she'll wait for me to come to her.
Springtime for me has gone, where is she?
Waking in the blue dawn, where is she?
Lazy adorn and adorn she will be
Drowsy sleepy with blue I am here.
I know she'll wait for me,
Well, I know she'll wait for me to come to her.
 
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"Whirlwind"

"Whirlwind"



Like a river she's flowing into my life, my life
Like a river she's flowing into my life, my life.

Wind is blowing all around her hair, into the distance she stare
Wind is blowing all around her hair, into the distance she stare.

Like a zephyr she's blowing into my life, my life
Like a zephyr she's blowing into my life, my life.

Whirlwind blowing all around our love, into the mystic above
Whirlwind blowing all around our love, into the mystic above.

Ooh, ooh.

Like a quiver she's glowing into my life, my life
Like a quiver she's glowing into my life, my life.

Whirlwind blowing all around our love, into the mystic above
Whirlwind blowing all around our love, into the mystic above.

Ooh, ooh.
 
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"Why Do You Treat Me Like You Do?"

"Why Do You Treat Me Like You Do?"



Hey, hey, hey, why do you treat me like you do,
Hey, hey, hey, why do you treat me like you do?
There's just as many geese and they're flyin' down South
As there are lies just pouring out of your mouth.
Hey, hey, hey, why do you treat me like you do?
You say that you're young, girl, I guess that's your big excuse
But sometimes I get so low down I wanna shout out, What's the use?!
When you've been a lovin' someone else you don't try to hide
You take me for a fool then you take me for a ride.
Hey, hey, hey, why do you treat me like you do?
Ah, you seen my face, gal, with the tears all down my mouth.
You came up, you held my hand, gal, you don't know what it's all about.
I seen you goin' out, there was nothin' I could say,
I hung around your house till the very break of day,
Then you came a-laughing down the bright highway.
Now, why do you treat me like you do?
My mornings, they're all empty now, my evenings, they're just the same,
Now maybe I been thinkin' wrong about you, gal, and you ain't really the one to blame.
Keep on lovin' someone else, now don't you try to hide,
You can take me for a fool if it keeps you satisfied,
'Cause I ain't gonna be the one to ask the reason
Why do you treat me like you do.
 
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"Widow With Shawl (A Portrait)"

"Widow With Shawl (A Portrait)"



Dear Wind that shakes the barley free
Blow home my true love's ship to me, fill the sail
I a-weary wait upon the shore.

Forsake her not in times of storm
Protect her oaken beams from harm, fill her sail
I a-weary wait upon the shore.

Whither he be in Africa
or deep asleep in India, fill his dreams
I a-weary wait upon the shore.

Dear snow white gulls upon the wave
I, like you, am lamenting, for my love.
I a-weary cry upon the shore.

And in my chariot of sleep,
I ride the vast and dreamy deep deep sea.
I awake a-weary on the shore.

Seven years and Seven days,
no man has seen my woman ways, dear God.
I a-weary cry upon the shore.

Along the shingled beach I go
The wind about me as I make my way
to my weary dream upon my bed.

Dear Wind that shakes the barley free
Blow home my true love's ship to me, fill the sail.
I a-weary wait upon the shore.
 
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"Wild Witch Lady"

"Wild Witch Lady"



She's a wild witch lady
She's a voodoo child
She's got poison lipstick
She drive King Kong wild
She eat boys for breakfast
She's a goblin girl
She suck up all your insides
Make your finger nails curl

Whoa! Yeah! Sweet young thing you are
Whoa! Yeah! Sweet young thing
Whoa! Yeah! Sweet young thing you are
Whoa! Yeah! Sweet young thing

She's a sleazy miss teasy
Black leather kid
You know Mata Hari
Ain't done what she did
She got acid saliva
She got a reptile tongue
She drive a young man crazy
She make an old man young

Whoa! Yeah! Sweet young thing
Whoa! Yeah! Sweet young thing
Whoa! Yeah! Sweet young thing you are
Whoa! Yeah! Sweet young thing

She's a wild witch lady
She's a voodoo child
Poison lipstick
Make your fingernails curls
She's a wild witch lady
She's a wild witch lady
She's a wild witch
She's a wild witch
She's a wild witch
She's a wild witch lady
 
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"Writer In The Sun"

"Writer In The Sun"



The days of wine and roses are distant days for me.
I dream of the last and the next affair and of girls I'll never see.
And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun,
The retired writer in the sun and I'm blue,
The retired writer in the sun.
Tonight I trod in the starlight, I excused myself with a grin.
I ponder the moon in a silver spoon and the little one 'live within.
And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun,
The retired writer in the sun.
The magazine girl poses on my glossy paper aeroplane
Too many years I spent in the City playing with Mr. Loss and Gain.
And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun,
The retired writer in the sun and I'm blue,
The retired writer in the sun.
I bathe in the sun of the morning, lemon circles swim in the tea
Fishing for time with a wishing line and throwing it back in the sea.
And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun,
The retired writer in the sun and I'm blue,
The retired writer in the sun.
 
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