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Am I Crazy

Am i crazy or is this love,
or maybe i am dreaming,
of something that is not there,
when you take my hand,
i wonder if it is love or lust,
when you look in my eyes,
is it genuine?
at times i dream at night,
of you telling me you love me,
but maybe i am crazy,
and if at all i am,
..................
i am crazy in love with you.

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Was That Rainbow Placed There By You?

Drivin’ down the road,
Feelin’ heartache and cold,
Sayin’ good-bye was so hard to do;
I looked up to the sky
And out of my eyes,
I saw a rainbow,
Was it placed there by you?

Was that rainbow placed there by you?
Did you tell the sky
That I’m feelin' blue?
Was that rainbow placed there by you?

I was almost home,
Feelin’ oh so alone,
Barely believin’ were through;
Again in the sky,
Right before my eyes,
Another rainbow
Was it placed there by you?

Was that rainbow placed there by you?
Did you tell the sky
That I’m feelin' blue?
Was that rainbow placed there by you?

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There Is Something That Is So Cool About You

There is something that is so cool about you
And that is your hair style

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Patrick White

All That I Could Wish For You

All that I could wish for you or anyone else
is more than I could attain for myself.
So far from home for so long
as if home were the alibi
that put the distance between me and a lie
I got sick of telling myself
to feel I belonged somewhere to some people
who might look up from the compass
of what they’re doing once and awhile
into the thirty-six years of my absence
and care that I’m not there anymore.
So I wish you a door that opens
before you need to knock.
And a thief in a window you leave unlocked
so he can steal your heart like sterling silver
and pawn it off as moonlight.
I suspect most people are way too clever
to ever be loved the way they want to be
and I’m not saying that I’ve never been graced
by the mystery
of waking up beside someone I loved
dreaming next to me
about things I know nothing of
because love keeps its deepest secrets to itself
like water on the moon
but I wish you the purest of fountains
from the sweetest wellsprings of life
that don’t look upon the reflections of the clouds
or the leaves and birds that come to sip from its glass
as just another mouthful of polluted words
indelible as headlines
disposable as trash.
My light’s been bent
by a lot of black holes and gravitational eyes
in the five billion light years it’s taken to get here
like a past I almost forgot I had
and I’m not saying that’s bad
though it’s relatively slow
compared to the speed of thought
that overtook it like a hawk
coming down on a morning dove.
But I wish you the immensity of a clear night sky
it will take you forever to disappear in
because of all the things
you can learn to say good-bye to in this world
the hardest farewell to master is love.
I’ve always been grateful
for the gifts I’ve been given
and endeavoured like any other B.C. salmon
to make a gift of a gift
by swimming upstream
like a waterclock doubling back on its way to the sea.
Like the retrograde motion of Mars
there may be loops and nooses and garottes in my orbit
and small raw pieces of my heart I used
to bait the trapline
to catch and skin the fishers
that kept killing my cats when I lived on a farm
not very far from here
without meaning any harm to the wildlife
that accepted me as one of their own
and like I did them
left me alone.
Except for the fishers.
So I wish you a free passage through life
where every breath you take
adds another inch of feather to the wind
like a mindstream flowing into an older river of stars
with wild irises blooming along its banks
like blue flames of hydrogen
that stick their tongues in each others’ ears
as if they had something to say to one another
like lovers and celestial spheres
and oceans in a seashell
not well-intentioned highways lined with roadkill
like the primrose path to hell that most of us take
like a short cut back to a worse mistake
than the one we made to get here.
Most of my life
I’ve felt like a fluke of the truth
that was able to win out against
the astronomical odds
of my small chances of having the courage
to stand up for it like a strong voice
in a lottery of echoes
but fortunately I’ve always been
self-destructive enough
to risk everything in the name of nothing
I’ve ever seen
but sensed was near and clear to me
like a warm spring rain on a dirty window pane
like the gardens of ice
that grew out of my breath
like the tendrils of ferns unfurling
like the treble clefs of blue violins
in a sad exiled place
where the truth was music to my ears
that fell like the sound of rain from home on my roots
but felt like all the shattered chandeliers and broken mirrors
had gone into diaspora.
A crystal nacht of jackboots
refused to see the whole
reflected in every part of me as in them
like the yellow star
of the myriad-eyed conspiracy theory
that out shone the black hole they wanted to bury it in
like something you could catch
and put in your pocket
and save for a rainy day
like a ghetto or a bank to bail you out
whenever they got so fanatically deep into themselves
everything they felt
everything they had to say
was a debt to someone
they couldn’t possibly repay
even if they could turn
the bad luck of their swastikas the other way
like the prayer wheel of a poisonous flower
like hate mail disguised as a loveletter
even the wind and the light refused to answer.
So I wish you the mindscape and spirituality
of a generous country with a big sky
where the constellations have no nationality
other than free access to the great sea of awareness beyond
that reflects all the colours of the colour blind stars
and makes them feel they’ve made it home
as soon as their light arrives
like honey bees without borders
to open the flowers
like the passports of Japanese plum blossoms
that travel without i.d. anywhere they want
like the billions upon billions of fingerprints
that never lie about our common humanity
to anyone who needs to ask
who we all belong to
if it isn’t each other
and where we all come from
if it wasn’t from the same dark mother.
Poetry has been the most ardent folly of my crazy wisdom
for as long as I’ve known how to weep and wonder
in joy and sorrow
at the mystery and the horror
of what’s arrayed before us here
with such immensity
even time feels small in its presence.
Keats once said load every rift with ore
and so I have
but the greatest discipline of my calling
the gravest risk
the royal quatternio of Orphic alchemy
in the hands of a master shapeshifter
in the smile of a sacred clown
has been to approach the shining
without turning gold into a base metal.
To taste the water without fouling the well I drew it from.
To look at the stars without getting in their eyes.
To pursue an earthly excellence
that expressed the human divinity
that was born of suffering in everyone
without giving offense to the transcendentalists
who like to keep their gods unattainable
because I could see its immanence
was a lot closer to them
than they were to it.
I could see it in the hunch-back baglady
sorting through a garbage can at four in the morning
for the hidden jewel she was sure to find
if she looked deep enough.
I could see it in myself from time to time
when my mind strayed like a white horse
with an odd-shaped birthmark
in the middle of its forehead
because it wasn’t born lucky enough to be a logo
into the star fields of my reclusive neighbour
like the constellation Pegasus
through a gap in a fallen fence
and she was there to lead it back like a muse
along the Road of Ghosts
and you could tell by the smile on her face
that she’d always met me this way
and that there was nothing supernatural
in what she wasn’t trying to hide.
I can see it in you like light in a lamp
that isn’t cagey enough to keep a dove in
even if it wanted to
and it’s as clear as fireflies on a starless night
that it can’t and it won’t and it doesn’t.
So I wish for you a long love affair
with a passion you can’t marry.
A calling that doesn’t have your name on it
because it doesn’t belong to anyone
but loves the sound of your voice in the stairwell
whether you’re coming or going
and the picture-music you set it to
like morning glory on the moon
to let life speak through you in dead earnest
as if you were wholly possessed by the play
of the hero’s entrance
and the villain’s exit
though you know they’re both taking
a standing ovation in the same doorway.
I wish you the sublimity of a single blade of grass
and a darkness as profound as the shadow of an ant
and a heart like a bell of sorrows so sweet and deep
even in a single tear
it’s way out of its depths.
And in the evening just before the stars come out
and Venus is following
the last crescent of the moon
down in the west
having wandered as far as it dares from the sun
I wish you a soul so expansive and radiant with light
all the nights to come can’t help making
enlightened gestures of glee
toward the court jesters
who illuminate your crown with laughter
like waterlilies that shine up at everyone
out of their dark wisdom
and their artistic genius for working with water
like a Zen master amusing himself
with paper boats that float
like the moon on the mindstream
knowing there’s nowhere to go
nothing to do
no one to be
and no one to set free.
Because the people all know
there’s never been a river
that doesn’t lead to the sea
or a hand or a brush or a pen
following its own cursive script
like the holy book of a lost art
that isn’t written in blood
but makes itself up as it flows along
like a spiral galaxy without a star map
all the way to the heart.
And once the lightning’s rooted in your mind
and blossoms like fireflies
in a garden of insight
I wish you never a thought
whatever the mode of expression
whatever the fashion
whatever the theme
the scheme
the dream
that doesn’t tend like all lucidity
to sweeten the fruits of compassion.

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This Love

Ooooh
Here in the free land there are detours on the gravel roads,
Sometimes it feels like there's just no right way to go,
There'll be times you'll go crazy,
And times you'll break down,
Always something that stands in your way...
Chorus:
Just keep your eyes on me
Never lose site of me
This love
Nothing can come between
Us when we're following
This love
This love...
Everybody is bound to feel lost now and then,
But I'll be the one babe, that'll be there For you 'til the end,
Through good days and bad
The ups and the downs
Don't you ever let go of your dreams,
Ooooh
Chorus:
Just keep your eyes on me
Never lose site of me
This love
Nothing can come between
Us when we're following
This love
Bridge:
I'll be your northern star
When everything's dark
I will shine for you
Shine for you...
Chorus:
Just keep your eyes on me
Never lose site of me
This love
Nothing can come between
Us when we're following
This love
Just keep your eyes on me
Never lose site of me
This love
Nothing can come between
Us when we're following
This love
Ohh uh-huh
Ohh
This love

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Going Crazy For Something That Does Not Last Forever

it is crazy
to think that something lasts forever
or someone
or love

it is too crazy for you
to think of me as a thing that lasts forever
or someone that you can always love

you go crazy
over something that you want to hold and cherish
forever

there is no such thing
perhaps such things as air
or of the spirit

of God and angels
i am not God neither am i an angel

when you hold me with such a grip
i begin to bleed
when you kiss me feel me
i am not forever
i am just this moment and then like a snap
of a finger

i am gone

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Fazer Eyes

Staring on into night
Complete synapse
I switched on something I did not see
May I leave? I believe I might
This sweet collapse
Baby, I cannot get me free
When youve got your fazer eyes on me
Driving on into where I do not know
Shores that once were by the sea
Im seeing something that is not there
Its so fast its slow
And its playing with my memory
And youve got your fazer eyes on me
Accustomed to the frequency of glow, oh yeah
You wont be frightened of the real thing after the show

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Look At Me!

Look at me!
Go ahead.
Look at me.

I only exist...
To have your eyes on my lips,
Legs, butt and thighs.
Wherever you decide to probe.
And...
From my head to my toes,
You analyze regardless of my discomfort felt.
I only exist...
For you to criticize.

Look at me!
As if to read a book you skim through quickly.
To find if there is dirt to discover,
Smothered under the surface.
And not fresh dirt.
You like your dirt old and moldy.

Look at me!
Look at me to examine each hair I have.
And where that hair is,
On my path as I pass.

Look at me!
And if your findings should disappoint...
I am sure,
Something that is not there to see...
Will be!
If you have anything to do with it!

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Oliver Goldsmith

The Haunch Of Venison

A POETICAL EPISTLE TO LORD CLARE

THANKS, my Lord, for your venison, for finer or fatter
Never rang'd in a forest, or smok'd in a platter;
The haunch was a picture for painters to study,
The fat was so white, and the lean was so ruddy.
Though my stomach was sharp, I could scarce help regretting
To spoil such a delicate picture by eating;
I had thoughts, in my chambers, to place it in view,
To be shown to my friends as a piece of 'virtu';
As in some Irish houses, where things are so so,
One gammon of bacon hangs up for a show:
But for eating a rasher of what they take pride in,
They'd as soon think of eating the pan it is fried in.
But hold -- let me pause -- Don't I hear you pronounce
This tale of the bacon a damnable bounce?
Well, suppose it a bounce -- sure a poet may try,
By a bounce now and then, to get courage to fly.

But, my Lord, it's no bounce: I protest in my turn,
It's a truth -- and your Lordship may ask Mr. Byrne.
To go on with my tale -- as I gaz'd on the haunch,
I thought of a friend that was trusty and staunch;
So I cut it, and sent it to Reynolds undress'd,
To paint it, or eat it, just as he lik'd best.
Of the neck and the breast I had next to dispose;
'Twas a neck and a breast -- that might rival M--r--'s:
But in parting with these I was puzzled again,
With the how, and the who, and the where, and the when.
There's H--d, and C--y, and H--rth, and H--ff,
I think they love venison -- I know they love beef;
There's my countryman H--gg--ns-- Oh! let him alone,
For making a blunder, or picking a bone.
But hang it -- to poets who seldom can eat,
Your very good mutton's a very good treat;
Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt,
It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.
While thus I debated, in reverie centred,
An acquaintance, a friend as he call'd himself, enter'd;
An under-bred, fine-spoken fellow was he,
And he smil'd as he look'd at the venison and me.
'What have we got here? -- Why, this is good eating!
Your own, I suppose -- or is it in waiting?'
'Why, whose should it be?' cried I with a flounce,
'I get these things often;' -- but that was a bounce:
'Some lords, my acquaintance, that settle the nation,
Are pleas'd to be kind -- but I hate ostentation.'

'If that be the case, then,' cried he, very gay,
'I'm glad I have taken this house in my way.
To-morrow you take a poor dinner with me;
No words -- I insist on't -- precisely at three:
We'll have Johnson, and Burke; all the wits will be there;
My acquaintance is slight, or I'd ask my Lord Clare.
And now that I think on't, as I am a sinner!
We wanted this venison to make out the dinner.
What say you -- a pasty? it shall, and it must,
And my wife, little Kitty, is famous for crust.
Here, porter! -- this venison with me to Mile-end;
No stirring -- I beg -- my dear friend -- my dear friend!
Thus snatching his hat, he brush'd off like the wind,
And the porter and eatables follow'd behind.

Left alone to reflect, having emptied my shelf,
'And nobody with me at sea but myself';
Though I could not help thinking my gentleman hasty,
Yet Johnson, and Burke, and a good venison pasty,
Were things that I never dislik'd in my life,
Though clogg'd with a coxcomb, and Kitty his wife.
So next day, in due splendour to make my approach,
I drove to his door in my own hackney coach.

When come to the place where we all were to dine,
(A chair-lumber'd closet just twelve feet by nine
My friend bade me welcome, but struck me quite dumb,
With tidings that Johnson and Burke would not come;
'For I knew it,' he cried, 'both eternally fail,
The one with his speeches, and t'other with Thrale;
But no matter, I'll warrant we'll make up the party
With two full as clever, and ten times as hearty.
The one is a Scotchman, the other a Jew,
They're both of them merry and authors like you;
The one writes the 'Snarler', the other the 'Scourge';
Some think he writes 'Cinna' -- he own to 'Panurge'.'
While thus he describ'd them by trade, and by name,
They enter'd and dinner was serv'd as they came.

At the top a fried liver and bacon were seen,
At the bottom was tripe in a swinging tureen;
At the sides there was spinach and pudding made hot;
In the middle a place where the pasty -- was not.
Now, my Lord as for tripe, it's my utter aversion,
And your bacon I hate like a Turk or a Persian;
So there I sat stuck, like a horse in a pound,
While the bacon and liver went merrily round.
But what vex'd me most was that d--'d Scottish rogue,
With his long-winded speeches, his smiles and his brogue;
And, 'Madam,' quoth he, 'may this bit be my poison,
A prettier dinner I never set eyes on;
Pray a slice of your liver, though may I be curs'd,
But I've eat of your tripe till I'm ready to burst.;
'The tripe,' quoth the Jew, with his chocolate cheek,
'I could dine on this tripe seven days in the week:
I like these here dinners so pretty and small;
But your friend there, the Doctor, eats nothing at all.'
'O--Oh!' quoth my friend, 'he'll come on in a trice,
He's keeping a corner for something that's nice:
There's a pasty' -- 'A pasty!' repeated the Jew,
'I don't care if I keep a corner for't too.'
'What the de'il, mon, a pasty!' re-echoed the Scot,
'Though splitting, I'll still keep a corner for thot.'
'We'll all keep a corner,' the lady cried out;
'We'll all keep a corner,' was echoed about.
While thus we resolv'd, and the pasty delay'd,
With look that quite petrified, enter'd the maid;
A visage so sad, and so pale with affright,
Wak'd Priam in drawing his curtains by night.
But we quickly found out, for who could mistake her?
That she came with some terrible news from the baker:
And so it fell out, for that negligent sloven
Had shut out the pasty on shutting his oven
Sad Philomel thus -- but let similes drop --
And now that I think on't, the story may stop.
To be plain, my good Lord, it's but labour misplac'd
To send such good verses to one of your taste;
You've got an odd something -- a kind of discerning --
A relish -- a taste -- sicken'd over by learning;
At least, it's your temper, as very well known,
That you think very slightly of all that's your own:
So, perhaps, in your habits of thinking amiss,
You may make a mistake, and think slightly of this.

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Enough Of This Ongoing War, I Will Write Something Obscene

i am tired of the ongoing war,
red alert on this district, and no classes today and curfew hours implemented
strictly and check points,
i hope there is no hand grenade hidden in your car
or some ingredients of an explosive
no joke
you will be arrested and you cannot take your flight to Kuwait

let us not about war,
let us talk about love, silly, let us talk about sex, obscene sex,
salivary sex,

do you remember the sound of the squeaking bed?
do you hear the bed bug letting its last juicy cry because both of you
are too heavy
pressing its body
against that piece of steel
flesh to flesh like steel, yes too rough and strong and rigid,

i like to remember these things, the sounds of the moans, and the
sliding hands and firm breasts and the magical sound of the

ejaculation of out intellects in bed as we study Kant and
Sartre and Marx (have fear) and Mao (we were arrested,
do you remember at the university?)

you are bragging, you are a fake revolutionary, you were hiding while the rest of them were tortured and
yes, some of them were not even buried on decent graves


this is obscene. You are taking about something that did not happen
to you. It happened to them
and they are dead and they are your brothers
you did not visit them in their prison camps
you were watching the latest movie in that rubbish city
while they all carried their guns in the mountains
and crossed the rivers without food and water
and without their hopes of a new home

indeed, this is obscene. now stop it.

start with the white thighs again. now.please.

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The Changes....

alone in your private study
you hear the slamming of doors
this recently happens
and you expect them from hands
not soiled with love
unwashed by compassion
selfish hearts longing for
something that does not always return
you get used to it
and the sounds begin to faint
whispers on the other hand become louder
it is you, it will always be you
in all these quivers
from within

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Sweet Embrace

I scream and scream
People don't notice
I feel like I'm trapped

In a never ending nightmare

Feeling sealed in, alone
No one to hold on to except
Death's sweet embrace

Wishing I would
Wishing I could

Trying to reach for something

That's not there
So close but, not
So far but, near

Trapped in my own
Personal, never ending hell
Wishing you were here

But you've left me
To face this one
My own

All I have left,
To look forward too

Is Death's sweet embrace

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Skeltons In The Closet

We all have skeletons in the closet, that we all try to hide
but it is something that can’t be denied.
It may not be so severe, to a point that you
Just don’t care.
Or it may be something so drastically
That it would affect your life eventually.
It may have been a little lie to cover up a foul deed
Something that you hoped would not be seen.

It may have been cheating on a school test
Or picking up something that did not belong to you
And you figured what the hell, what can anyone do.

Having an affair with your best friends mate
And destroying their confidence and their faith,
Then turning around and lying to their face
Don’t you feel ashamed, don’t you feel disgrace.

What about when you lied to your parents
And said you was staying over a friends.
Then went out and partied all night
Got into words and then had a fight.
Then told your mother that you fell off the bed
And that was the reason your face was so red.

Aren’t these some of the skeletons that we try to hide
But sooner or later, they come outside.

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The Deal Of Being Together

there is this simple
agreement between two people
when they want to stay together
they will not look for something
that is not there
for how can they find what
does not exist
and so they both live happily
everafter

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Empathies At a Minimal

I keep my empathies at a minimal.
And my sympathies are rarely shared.
I know my upbringing has taught me that.
And those emotions I feel are based on fact.
I don't wish to express something that is not there.
And my caring for others is extremely deep.
When I give it is from my heart.
Nothing inside of me just lays there without purpose.
When I share I share.
Not because I've received an overflow.
And invested abundance of it it what I share.
God has seen fit...
There is much more meaning for my existence.

To give is to receive.
Sometimes.
Sometimes it is best to just give.
Since some folks have no clue,
To know what it is they are receiving.
And if that is known...
It is to one's advantage to dispense with it well.
At least have a consciousness about it.

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I've Fallen in Love with You

vs.1 I love the sound of your beautiful melodic voice,
It's like music to me.
When my head gets crowded up with noise,
I put your voice in, and it makes me want to sing.
(chorus)
I've fallen in love with you,
Yes, I really have, it's true.
The butterflies inside of me,
Make me wanna go crazy, I do.
These feelings I have are proof
That I've fallen in love with you.
vs.2 I love the way you look at me,
With that sparkle in your eyes.
The fireworks go flyin' and I see,
That we're together forever life.
(chorus)
(instrumental/sax. solo)
vs.3 I love the way you kiss me, like to you, I am the world.
It seems to last forever, and it makes my head swirl.
I'm never going to leave you, no matter what.
These feelings I have right now, show I love you a lot!
(chorus) x2
Ooooh, Yes, I've fallen in love with you! !

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Still In Love With You

Think Ill just fall to pieces
If I dont find something else to do
This sadness never ceases
Im still in love with you
My head, it keeps on reeling
Its got me in a crazy spin
Darling, darling, darling
Is this the end?
Still in love with you
They say time has a way of healing
Dries all the tears from your eyes
But darling its this empty feeling
My heart cant disguise
After all that weve been through
I try my best but its no use
I guess Ill keep on loving you
Is this the end?
Now that its all over, woman
Theres something I think you should know
Baby, baby, think it over
Just one more time before you go
Call on me baby
If theres anything I can do for you
Call on me baby
Help me see it through
Im still in love with you

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Still In Love With You (BBC Version)

Think I'll just fall to pieces
If I don't find something else to do
This sadness never ceases
I'm still in love with you
My head, it keeps on reeling
It's got me in a crazy spin
Darling, darling, darling
Is this the end?
Still in love with you
They say time has a way of healing
Dries all the tears from your eyes
But darling it's this empty feeling
My heart can't disguise
After all that we've been through
I try my best but it's no use
I guess I'll keep on loving you
Is this the end?
Now that it's all over, woman
There's something I think you should know
Baby, baby, think it over
Just one more time before you go
Call on me baby
If there's anything I can do for you
Call on me baby
Help me see it through
I'm still in love with you

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I Think Im In Love With You

Every time your near baby
I get kinda crazy in my head for you
I dont know what to do
And oh baby
I get kinda shaky when they mention you
I just lose my cool
My friends tell me
Something has come over me
And I think I know what it is
Chorus
I think Im in love
Boy I think that Im in love with you
Ill be doin silly things when it comes to you
Boy I think that Im in love with you
Ive been tellin all my friends what I feel for you
Just the other night baby
I saw you hangin you were with your crew
I was with mine too
You took me by surprise
When you turned and looked me in my eyes
Oh you really blew my mind
I dont know whats gotten into me
But I kinda think I know what it is
Chorus x2
Something strange has come over me
Got me goin out of my mind
Never met a guy like you before
You make me feel special inside
Chorus

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Could It Be Im In Love With You

Look at me , I dont know what Im doin
Ever since I looked at you
How did I get this crazy feelin
Could it be , Im in love with you
Ever since I saw you in the moonlight
Ive had this feeling through and through
Since that time , I havent done a thing right
Could it be , Im in love with you
Golly gee , I dont know where Im goin
Im tryin to make you see
Oh boy, I got to make her fall in love with me , oh
Night after night , Im always dreamin
Why dont you make those dreams come true
Cant you see how much I really love you
Why dont you learn to love me too
(break)
Golly gee , I dont know where Im goin
Im tryin to make you see
Oh boy, I got to make her fall in love with me
Night after night , Im always dreamin
Why dont you make those dreams come true
Cant you see how much I really love you
Why dont you learn to love me too
Love me too
Love me too

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Still In Love With You

(Travis Tritt)
Tell me why do you love to make me cry
Is there a reason why you treat me so unkind
It seems you try to hurt me with everything you do
I guess you could call me crazy 'cause I'm still in love with you
Tell me why is your heart as cold as ice
Oh is there a demon hidden just behind your eyes
Well I dream someday you'll love me but that dream just don't come true
But that don't keep me from wishin' 'cause I'm still in love with you
There was a time I thought my love would set you free
But now you say all that's binding you is me
How can that be
Tell me why do I go on believing your lies
And why everytime you hurt me that I'm always so surprised
I know that I should give up, find somebody new
But it's a hopeless situation 'cause I'm still in love with you
Girl there was a time I thought my love would set you free
But now you say all that's binding you is me
Girl how can that be
Tell me why do I go on believing your lies
And why everytime you hurt me that I'm always so surprised
I know that I should give up, find somebody new
But it's a hopeless situation 'cause I'm still in love with you
Oh girl still in love with you
'Cause I'm still in love with you

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