miércoles, 1 de mayo de 2024

Mary Gauthier - Coney Island Baby - 2024


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  1. You know, man, when I was a young man in high school
    You believe in or not, that I wanted to play football for the coach
    And all those older guys
    They said that he was mean and cruel but you know
    I wanted to play football, for the coach
    They said I was a little too lightweight to play lineback and so I'm playing right-end
    Wanted to play football for the coach
    'Cause, you know some day, man you gotta stand up straight unless you're gonna fall
    Then you're going to die
    And the straightest dude I ever knew was standing right for me, all the time
    So I had to play football for the coach
    And I wanted to play football for the coach
    When you're all alone and lonely
    In your midnight hour
    And you find that your soul
    It has been up for sale
    And you're getting to think about
    All the things that you done
    And you're getting to hate
    Just about everything
    But remember the princess who lived on the hill
    Who loved you even though she knew you was wrong
    And right now she just might come shining through
    And the
    Glory of love
    Glory of love
    Glory of love, just might come through
    And all your two-bit friends have gone and ripped you off
    They're talking behind your back saying "man, you are never going to be no human being"
    And you start thinking again about all those things that you've done
    And who it was and what it was
    And all the different things that made every different scene
    Ah, but remember that the city is a funny place
    Something like a circus or a sewer
    And just remember, different people have peculiar tastes
    And the
    Glory of love
    The glory of love
    The glory of love, might see you through
    Yeah, but now, now
    Glory of love
    The glory of love
    The glory of love might see you through
    Glory of love, uh, huh-huh
    The glory of love
    Glory of love, glory of love
    Glory of love, now, glory of love, now
    Glory of love, now, now, now, glory of love
    Glory of love, give it to me now, glory of love to see you through, huh
    Oh, my Coney Island baby, now
    I'm a Coney Island baby, now
    I'd like to send this one out to Lou and Rachel
    And all the kids at P.S. one-ninety-two (Coney Island baby)
    Man, I'd swear, I'd give the whole thing up for you

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