The final frontier and many other lyrics.

Published: October 13, 2007, 10:01 pm

Updated: October 13, 2007, 10:09 pm

Tell me why, I love you like I do,
Tell me who, Can stop my heart as much as you,
Tell me all your secrets and I'll tell you most of mine,
They say nobody's perfect but it is really true this time,
I don't have the answers,
And I don't have a plan,
All I have is you,
So darling help me understand,
What we do,
You can whisper in my ear,
Where we go,
who knows what happens after here,
Let's take each other's hands,
As we jump into, the final frontier,
I'm mad about you,
I'm mad about you,
so mad about you...

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Old Devil Moon

I looked at you and suddenly
Something in your eyes I see
Soon begins witching me
It's that old devil moon
That you stole from the sky
It's that old devil moon deep in your eyes

You and your glance makes this romance too hot to handle
Stars in the night blazin' their light can't hold a candle
To your razzle dazzle

You've got me flyin' high and wide
On a magic carpet ride
Full of butterflies inside
I wanna cry
Wanna croon
Wanna laugh like a loon
It's that old devil moon deep in your eyes

Just when I think I'm free as a dove
Old evil moon deep in your eyes
Blinds me with love!!

You and your glance makes this romance too hot to handle
Stars in the night blazin' their light can't hold a candle
To your razzle dazzle

You've got me flyin' high and wide
On a magic carpet ride
Full of butterflies inside
I wanna cry
Wanna croon
Wanna laugh like a loon
It's that old devil moon deep in your eyes

Just when I think I'm free as a dove
Old evil moon deep in your eyes
Blinds me with love

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Amore

(In Napoli where love is king
When boy meets girl here's what they say)

When the moon hits you eye like a big pizza pie
That's amore
When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine
That's amore
Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling
And you'll sing "Vita bella"
Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay
Like a gay tarantella

When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool
That's amore
When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet
You're in love
When you walk down in a dream but you know you're not
Dreaming signore
Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli
That's amore

(When the moon hits you eye like a big pizza pie
That's amore
When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine
That's amore
Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling
And you'll sing "Vita bella"
Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay
Like a gay tarantella

When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool)
That's amore
(When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet
You're in love
When you walk down in a dream but you know you're not
Dreaming signore
Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli)
That's amore
Lucky fella

When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool)
That's amore
(When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet
You're in love
When you walk down in a dream but you know you're not
Dreaming signore
Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli)
That's amore, (amore)
That's amore

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Fly me to the moon
Let me sing among those stars
Let me see what spring is like
On jupiter and mars

In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby kiss me

Fill my heart with song
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore

In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you

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Those fingers in my hair
That sly come hither stare
That strips my conscience bare
Its witchcraft

And Ive got no defense for it
The heat is too intense for it
What good would common sense for it do

cause its witchcraft, wicked witchcraft
And although, I know, its strictly taboo

When you arouse the need in me
My heart says yes indeed in me
Proceed with what your leading me to

Its such an ancient pitch
But one I wouldnt switch
cause theres no nicer witch than you

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How    much is that doggie in the window?
   The one with the wagglely tail.
   How much is that doggie in the window?
   I do hope that doggie's for sale.

   I must take a trip to California,
   And leave my poor sweetheart alone.
   If he has a dog, he won't be lonesome,
   And the doggie will have a good home.

   How much is that doggie in the window?
   The one with the wagglely tail.
   How much is that doggie in the window?
   I do hope that doggie's for sale.

   I don't want a rabbit or a kitten,
   I don't want a parrot that talks.
   I don't want a bowl of little fishies,
   'Cause you can't take a fish for a walk.

   How much is that doggie in the window?
   The one with the wagglely tail.
   How much is that doggie in the window?
   I do hope that doggie's for sale.

   How much is that doggie in the window?
   The one with the wagglely tail.
   How much is that doggie in the window?
   I do hope that doggie's for sale.

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If    you're happy and you know it,
   Clap your hands
   If you're happy and you know it,
   Clap your hands
   If you're happy and you know it,
   Then your face will surely show it
   If you're happy and you know it,
   Clap your hands.

   If you're happy and you know it,
   Stomp your feet
   If you're happy and you know it,
   Stomp your feet
   If you're happy and you know it,
   Then your face will surely show it
   If you're happy and you know it,
   Stomp your feet.

   If you're happy and you know it,
   Shout "Hurray!"
   If you're happy and you know it,
   Shout "Hurray!"
   If you're happy and you know it,
   Then your face will surely show it
   If you're happy and you know it,
   Shout "Hurray!"

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   Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
   How I wonder what you are.
   Up above the world so high,
   Like a diamond in the sky.
   Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
   How I wonder what you are!

   When the blazing sun is gone,
   When it nothing shines upon,
   When you show your little light,
   Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
   Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
   How I wonder what you are!

   Then the traveler in the dark
   Thanks you for your tiny spark;
   He could not see which way to go,
   If you did not twinkle so.
   Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
   How I wonder what you are!

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The Bremen Town Musicians

There was a man who owned a donkey, which had carried his sacks to the
mill industriously for many years, but whose strength had come to an
end, so that the poor beast grew more and more unfit for work. The
master determined to stop his food, but the donkey, discovering that
there was no good intended to him, ran away and took the road to
Bremen: There, thought he, I can turn Town Musician.

When he had gone a little way, he found a hound lying on the road and
panting, like one who was tired with running. Hollo! what are you
panting so for, worthy Seize 'em? asked the donkey.

Oh! said the dog, just because I am old, and get weaker every day,
and cannot go out hunting, my master wanted to kill me, so I have
taken leave of him; but how shall I gain my living now?

I'll tell you what, said the donkey, I am going to Bremen to be
Town Musician; come with me and take to music too. I will play the
lute, and you shall beat the drum.

The dog liked the idea, and they travelled on. It was not long before
they saw a cat sitting by the road, making a face like three rainy
days.

Now then, what has gone wrong with you old Whiskers? said the
donkey.

Who can be merry when his neck is in danger? answered the cat.
Because I am advanced in years, and my teeth are blunt, and I like
sitting before the fire and purring better than chasing the mice
about, my mistress wanted to drown me. I have managed to escape, but
good advice is scarce; tell me where I shall go to?

Come with us two to Bremen; you understand serenading; you also can
become a Town Musician.

The cat thought it a capital idea, and went with them. Soon after the
three runaways came to a farmyard, and there sat a on the gate,
crowing with might and main.

You crow loud enough to deafen one, said the donkey; what is the
matter with you?

I prophesied fair weather, said the , because it is our good
mistress's washing-day, and she wants to dry the clothes; but because
to-morrow is Sunday, and company is coming, the mistress has no pity
on me, and has told the cook to put me into the soup to-morrow, and I
must have my head cut off to-night: so now I am crowing with all my
might as long as I can.

O you old Redhead, said the donkey, you had better come with us; we
are going to Bremen, where you will certainly find something better
than having your head cut off; you have a good voice, and if we all
make music together, it will be something striking.

The liked the proposal, and they went on, all four together.

But they could not reach the city of Bremen in one day, and they came
in the evening to a wood, where they agreed to spend the night. The
donkey and the dog laid themselves down under a great tree, but the
cat and the went higher--the flying up to the topmost
branch, where he was safest. Before he went to sleep he looked round
towards all the four points of the compass, and he thought he saw a
spark shining in the distance. He called to his companions that there
must be a house not far off; for he could see a light. The donkey
said: Then we must rise and go to it, for the lodgings here are very
bad; and the dog said, Yes; a few bones with a little flesh on them
would do me good. So they took the road in the direction where the
light was, and soon saw it shine brighter; and it got larger and
larger till they came to a brilliantly-illumined robber's house. The
donkey, being the biggest, got up at the window and looked in.

What do you see, Greybeard? said the .

What do I see? answered the donkey: a table covered with beautiful
food and drink, and robbers are sitting round it and enjoying
themselves.

That would do nicely for us, said the .

Yes, indeed, if we were only there, replied the donkey.

The animals then consulted together how they should manage to drive
out the robbers, till at last they settled on a plan. Tie donkey was
to place himself with his forefeet on the window-sill, the dog to
climb on the donkey's back, and the cat on the dog's, and, at last,
the was to fly up and perch himself on the cat's head. When that
was done, at a signal they began their music all together: the donkey
brayed, the dog barked, the cat mewed, and the crowed; then, with
one great smash, they dashed through the window into the room, so that
the glass clattered down. The robbers jumped up at this dreadful
noise, thinking that nothing less than a ghost was coming in, and ran
away into the wood in a great fright. The four companions then sat
down at the table, quite content with what was left there, and ate as
if they were expecting to fast for a month to come.

When the four musicians had finished, they put out the light, and each
one looked out for a suitable and comfortable sleeping-place. The
donkey lay down on the dunghill, the dog behind the door, the cat on
the hearth near the warm ashes, and the set himself on the
hen-roost; and, as they were all tired with their long journey, they
soon went to sleep. Soon after midnight, as the robbers in the
distance could see that no more lights were burning in the house, and
as all seemed quiet, the captain said, We ought not to have let
ourselves be scared so easily, and sent one of them to examine the
house. The messenger found everything quiet, went into the kitchen to
light a candle, and, thinking the cat's shining fiery eyes were live
coals, he held a match to them to light it. But the cat did not
understand the joke, flew in his face, spat at him, and scratched. He
was dreadfully frightened, ran away, and was going out of the back
door; when the dog, who was lying there, jumped up and bit him in the
leg. As he ran through the yard, past the dunghill, the donkey gave
him a good kick with his hind-foot; and the being awakened, and
made quite lively by the noise, called out from the hen-roost
-a-doodle-doo!

The robber ran as hard as he could, back to the captain, and said:
Oh, dear! in the house sits a horrid old witch, who blew at me, and
scratched my face with her long fingers; and by the door stands a man
with a knife, who stabbed me in the leg; and in the yard lies a black
monster, who hit me with a club; and up on the roof there sits the
judge, who called out, 'Bring the rascal up here'--so I made the best
of my way off.

From that time the robbers never trusted themselves again in the
house; but the four musicians liked it so well that they could not
make up their minds to leave it, and spent there the remainder of
their days, as the last person who told the story is ready to avouch
for a fact.

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The Bremen Town Musicians

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