B-Side Ourselves
She's a dancer, a romancer I'm a Capricorn and she's a Cancer She saw my picture in a music magazine When she met me, said she'd get me Touched her hips and told me that she'd let me I took her hand, baby, this is what I said, I said Baby, baby, don't you hesitate 'Cause I just can't wait Baby, won't you take me down on my knees You can do what you please C'mon and love me I'm a man, I'm no baby, and you're lookin' every inch a lady You're good lookin' and you're lookin' like you should be good You were distant, now you're nearer I can feel your face inside the mirror The lights are out and I can feel you, baby, with my hand So [Chorus x2]
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Nov 09, 2025
What You're Doing (Lee, Lefeson) Well, I see you standin' there with your finger in the air. Ev'rything we do, you wanna leave it up to you. Who do you think you are? You think you are a star, try'n' to run the town, always try'n' to put us down. Well, you think that you're right. You think you're out of sight. Tell me something, mister; why'd you have to make us so uptight? Well, you say you've been try'n'. You know that you're ly'n'. I think you need some groovin'. Who do you think you're foolin' now? Well, you better start changin'. You life needs rearrangin'. You better do some talkin' or you better do some walkin' now. Yeah, you think that you're right. You think you're out of sight. Tell me something, mister; why'd you have to make us so uptight? I know what you're doing, all that you been doin' wrong. I don't know what you're feelin', oh, but you been feelin' long. Well, you think that you're right. Tell me something, mister; why'd you have to make us so uptight? © Skid Row
Submitted by Grave666 — Nov 09, 2025
Little Wing (J. Hendrix) Well she's walking through the clouds with a circus mind that's running wild Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams and fairly tales, That's all she ever thinks about... Riding the wind When I'm sad she comes to me with a thousand smiles she gives to me free It's alright, she says, it's alright, Take anything you want from me, anything. Fly on, little wing. © Skid Row
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Nov 09, 2025