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Baby Jump

She wears those micromini dresses
Hair hanging down her back
 
She wears those see through sweaters
She likes to wear her stocking black
And if I see her tonight
 
You can bet your life I'll attack.
 
She got beautiful teeth
 
A toothpaste adman's dream.
She got a beautiful form
The best I've ever seen.
I' gonna get her tonight
 
I don't care where she been.
 
Well
I said baby
baby
 
Baby what you doin' to me.
I said baby
baby
 
Baby what you doin' to me.
I said baby
baby
 
Baby jump into my dream.
 
I dream that she was Lady Chatterley'n
I was the game keeper.
I dream that I was Da Vinci and
She was the Mona Lisa.
I dream that I was Humbert and
She was Lolita.
 
I said baby
baby
 
baby what you doin' to me.
I said baby
baby
 
baby what you doin to me.
I said baby
baby
 
Baby jump into my dream.
 

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Tired
Oh, sometimes I get tired on myself
And I feel like things won't be alright
Lonely
Oh, sometimes I get lonely in your company
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What have we come to believe?
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Are we made to hide how we feel inside?
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Oh, sometimes I get angry with myself
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If you come to San Francisco
Summertime will be a love-in there
 
If you're going to San Francisco
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
If you're going to San Francisco
You're gonna meet some gentle people there
 
For those who come to San Francisco
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Such a strange vibration
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There's a whole generation
With a new explanation
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Bury Me in a Free Land

Make me a grave where'er you will,
In a lowly plain, or a lofty hill;
Make it among earth's humblest graves,
But not in a land where men are slaves.
 
I could not rest if around my grave
I heard the steps of a trembling slaves;
His shadow above my silent tomb
Would make it a place of fearful gloom.
 
I could not rest if I heard the tread
Of a coffle gang to the shambles led,
And the mother's shriek of wild despair
Rise like a curse on the trembling air.
 
I could not sleep if I saw the lash
Drinking her blood at each fearful gash,
And I saw her babes torn from her breast,
Like trembling doves from their parent nest.
 
I'd shudder and start if I heard the bay
Of bloodhounds seizing their human prey,
And I heard the captive plead in vain
As they bound afresh his galling chain.
 
If I saw young girls from their mother's arms
Bartered and sold for their youthful charms,
My eye would flash with a mournful flame,
My death-paled cheek grow red with shame.
 
I would sleep, dear friends, where bloated might
Can rob no man of his dearest right;
My rest shall be calm in any grave
Where none can call his brother a slave.
 
I ask no monument, proud and high,
To arrest the gaze of the passers-by;
All that my yearning spirit craves,
Is bury me not in a land of slaves.