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Mexican Wrestler
03:49
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My baby left me for a Mexican wrestler
My baby left me for a Mexican wrestler
Well, he's a real big star south of the border
He looks like he's built out of bricks and mortar
His Banzai Drop left me on the mat
Never knew a luchador could hurt me like that
My baby left me for a Mexican wrestler
My baby left me for a Mexican wrestler
His name is Diablo he wears a red mask
He took my amiga then he took me to task
With a Flying Moonsault and a Frankensteiner
He hit me so hard I woke up in China
My baby left me for a Mexican wrestler
My baby left me for a Mexican wrestler
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2. |
Every Little Look
02:29
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I don't know how to tell you this
You're the only girl that I wanna kiss
No black magic make-up or sci-fi dress
No masquerade mock up or false tenderness
Every little look, every little wiggle
Every little smirk and every little giggle
Makes me wanna jump, makes me wanna scream
Makes me wanna tell you you're the girl of my dreams
I climb any wall, navigate your fences
Do anything to satisfy your senses
I don't wanna spook you or scare you away
If there's a ghost of a chance then you know I've got to say
Every little look, every little wiggle
Every little smirk and every little giggle
Makes me wanna jump, makes me wanna scream
Makes me wanna tell you you're the girl of my dreams
I'd do anything to write a happy ending
You know I love you so let's stop pretending
Every time you look at me I can't help but smile
Every time you give an inch I'd like to take a mil
Every little look, every little wiggle
Every little smirk and every little giggle
Makes me wanna jump, makes me wanna scream
Makes me wanna tell you you're the girl of my dreams
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3. |
Drawn To You
03:27
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You could hurt me
And it would be bad
I should run away
But I can't
'Cause I'm drawn to you
It's hard to explain
I don't really want to be
But I'm drawn to you
I can't stop thinking
I can't sleep
I'm scared to death
That you're gonna change things
'Cause I'm drawn to you
It's hard to explain
I'm almost helpless
When I'm drawn to you
We could hurt each other
We could lose ourselves
We could hurt our families
We could regret this forever
But I'm drawn to you
And you're drawn to me
We've got to be strong now
'Cause I'm drawn to you
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4. |
Alien Implant
03:53
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Late at night
Just outside
You can hear a flying
Saucer glide
By the window of
The room where you lay sleeping
In the morning
In your bed
You wake with a smile
A lump on your head
You realize you've got something
You've been missing
Alien Implant make you feel alright
Alien Implant make you feel so good
Well you know it's true
You know it's true
Yes, you know it's true
You know it's true
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5. |
I Heard The Black Bird
04:13
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When I heard the black bird call my name
Wen I heard the blackbird call my name
I knew things would never
Never be the same
Well, I saw a face among the weeds
Yes, I saw a face among the weeds
It looked strangely familiar
To me
Can you hear that lonesome whistle moan
Can you hear that lonesome whistle moan
That's the Glory Train
Come to take me home
When I heard the black bird call my name
Wen I heard the blackbird call my name
I knew things would never
Never be the same
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6. |
Tequila Worm
03:46
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Tequila worm don't look at me
I know what's on your mind
Tequila worm don't talk to me
It's been such a long time
Since we walked in the autumn wind
Walking hand in hand
The smell of rich cigars
And a mariachi band
Tequila worm pleas look away
We've been through this before
Tequila worm don't talk that way
'Cause I don't want to pour
Don't want to see Diablo's face
Lurking in the dark
Cactus howling in the night
Laughing coyote bark
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7. |
Above The Dark Water
04:05
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Hallowed times for hollow men
Desert days very near the End
Scared to look at what you're party to
Turn your head until it's through
Running out of time
As you're sinking down
Trying to keep your head
Above the dark water
Running out of time
As you're losing ground
Trying to keep your head
Above the dark water
The dispossessed wonder why
Golden arrows fill the sky
The rank and file gonna make a stand
Lie down in the Promised Land
Running out of time
As you're sinking down
Trying to keep your head
Above the dark water
Running out of time
As you're losing ground
Trying to keep your head
Above the dark water
They'll promise you a bridge when there isn't any water
Put the pedal to the metal when there isn't any brakes
Toss you an anchor to keep you from drowning
Offer you a bed full of bugs and snakes
Running out of time
As you're sinking down
Trying to keep your head
Above the dark water
Running out of time
As you're losing ground
Trying to keep your head
Above the dark water
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8. |
Down Below
03:42
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Come with me baby
To a place I know
Won't take long
It ain't too far to go
Come with me baby
Come on Down Below
There's a cat down there
plays a mean trombone
When he plays the blues
Make you feel like you're all alone
Come with me baby
Come on Down Below
Well, the people down there
They don't care who you are
You could be a hundredaire
Or some kinda big movie star
Come with me baby
Come on Down Below
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Kirk Adams St Petersburg, Florida
Kirk Adams has made a name for himself with audiences and critics across the country. A longtime staple of the Tampa Bay
music scene, Kirk's songs are packed with doom & gloom, chiming guitars, and catchy hooks. His writing can be touching, funny, thought provoking, spooky, and sometimes all of that in the same song.
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