Ace Frehley Lyrics
1979
Words and Music by Ace Frehley, Larry Kelly, and Sue Kelly
Now, I know, you've been cheatin' an' lyin' all the time.
I didn't know you were gonna be so un-kind.
I've been tryin' just to find out how we went wrong
but, I know, that I can't trust you, girl, anymore.
Rip It Out. Take my heart.
You wanted it from the start.
You got it now so, good-by.
So, Rip It Out watch me cry.
It's so sad I'm not glad to be with you today.
And it's bad, 'cause I can't stop the pain day by day.
If I knew how to stop you, I don't think I'd try.
I think it's better if we just part and don't say good-bye.
Rip It Out. Take my heart.
You wanted it from the start.
You got it now so, good-by.
So, Rip It Out watch me cry. I hope you suffer!
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Rip It Out. Take my heart.
You wanted it from the start.
You got it now so, good-by.
So, Rip It Out watch me cry.
Rip It Out. Take my heart.
You wanted it from the start.
You got it now so, good-by.
So, Rip It Out watch me cry.
Rip It Out!
Rip It Out!
Rip It Out!
Rip It Out!
Rip It Out!
Rip It Out!
Rip It Out!
Words and Music by Ace Frehley and Jeanette Frehley
I'm drivin' down the road doin' ninety-five miles per hour. Oh, yeah!
My radio's blastin' an' I'm passin' cars faster and faster. Uhn-huh!
I'm feelin' kind-a down 'cause I left her with a frown, my baby. Oh, yeah!
We always seem to fight but, things are goin' right an' maybe. Uhn-huh!
Maybe I should turn around. Maybe I should stop.
Maybe I should turn around.
Speedin' Back To My Baby an' I don't mean maybe.
Speedin' Back To My Baby an' I don't mean maybe.
Ya know, maybe I should turn around. Maybe I should stop.
Maybe I should turn around.
I'm lookin' for a station 'cause there's no acceleration to get back. Oh, yeah!
My Guage is showin' red an' my battery is dead. I better drive on fast.
The whole thing began 'cause I saw her with a man, my baby. Oh, yeah!
I really wouldn't mind but, you know I got my pride to think of. Uhn-huh!
Maybe I should turn around. Maybe I should stop.
Maybe I should turn around.
Speedin' Back To My Baby an' I don't mean maybe.
Speedin' Back To My Baby an' I don't mean maybe.
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Ya know, maybe I should turn around. Maybe I should stop.
Maybe I should turn around.
I found me a station. Now I got acceleration to get back. Oh, yeah!
She's my only girl an' to me she's just the world so, maybe. Uhn-huh!
Maybe I should turn around. Maybe I should stop.
Maybe I should turn around.
Speedin' Back To My Baby an' I don't mean maybe.
Speedin' Back To My Baby an' I don't mean maybe.
Speedin' Back To My Baby an' I don't mean maybe.
Speedin' Back To My Baby an' I don't mean maybe.
Speedin' Back To My Baby an' I don't mean maybe.
Speedin' Back To My Baby an' I don't mean maybe.
Words and Music by Ace Frehley
It's so hard to feel right, lady,
when I'm travellin' around an' you're far behi-hind.
God, I wish I could see my lady.
Girl, I hope you don't mind. 'Cause...
I'm Snow Blind. I can't see a thing.
I'm Snow Blind. I don't want to sing.
I'm Snow Blind. Need a familliar face.
I'm so Blind. Think I'm lo-ost in space.
Lookin' outside my window sometimes I wonder:
Am I ever gonna get to where I'm gonna go home?
Maybe tomorrow. Maybe next summer.
Girl, I just don't know. 'Cause...
I'm Snow Blind. I can't see a thing.
I'm Snow Blind. I don't want to sing.
I'm Snow Blind. Need a familliar face.
I'm so Blind. Think I'm lo-ost in space (Ace...ace...ace).
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Movin' around. I get in trouble
when I'm feelin' so low an' outta my mi-hind.
Babe, I don't want to burst your bubble.
Girl, ya know the reason why. 'Cause...
I'm Snow Blind. I can't see a thing.
I'm Snow Blind. I don't want to sing.
I'm Snow Blind. Need a familliar face.
I'm so Blind. Think I'm lo-ost in space (Ace...ace...ace...ace).
Words and Music by Ace Frehley
I'm the kind of guy who likes getting high.
Feeling high and dry and I really like to fly.
I'm your kind of guy. Girl, I'm not too shy
and I want you to fly so, I think you aught to try...
O-Zone. O-Zone.
O-Zone. O-Zone.
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I'm your kind of guy and I'm not too shy.
Feelin' high and dry and I want you to be mine.
So, I think it's time you just started feelin' fine,
feelin' good all the time, so, I think you aught to try...
O-Zone. O-Zone.
O-Zone. O-Zone.
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Now, I'm the kind of guy who likes getting high.
Getting high and dry and I do it all the time.
If you think it's a crime an' you don't wanna try
somethin' that'll make you high, then I think I'll say good-bye.
Now, I'm the kind of guy who likes getting high.
Getting high and dry and I do it all the time.
Words and Music by Ace Frehley
You're breakin' my heart. I'm fallin' apart.
You make me crazy (crazy).
You're breakin' my heart. I don't wanna start
a new day (new day).
I'm rackin' my brain. I'm feelin' insane.
You make me crazy (crazy).
I'm changin' my ways. I'm leavin' today
but, things look hazy (hazy).
I can't express the words to tell ya 'bout the feelin' I got
locked up inside.
If only you would give me a reason why you're so uptight;
What's On Your Mind?
Maybe we could make it one more time.
Maybe we should try it again.
Maybe we could make it one more time.
Baby, please, let me know when.
You're breakin' my heart. I'm fallin' apart.
You make me crazy (crazy).
You're breakin' my heart. I'm standin' apart.
I'm lookin' this and that way.
I can't express the words to tell ya 'bout the feelin' I got
locked up inside.
If only you would give me a reason why you're so uptight;
What's On Your Mind?
What's On Your Mind?
What's On Your Mind?
What's On Your Mind? Tell Me!!
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Maybe we could make it one more time.
Maybe we should try it again.
Maybe we could make it one more time.
Baby, please, let me know when.
I can't express the words to tell ya 'bout the feelin' I got
locked up inside.
If only you would give me a reason why you're so uptight;
What's On Your Mind?
I can't express the words to tell ya 'bout the feelin' I got
locked up inside.
If only you would give me a reason why you're so uptight;
What's On Your Mind?
I can't express the words to tell ya 'bout the feelin' I got
locked up inside.
If only you would give me a reason why you're so uptight;
What's On Your Mind?
Words and Music by Russ Ballard
Many years since I was here.
On the street, I was passin' my time away.
To the left an' to the right, buildings towering to the sky
an' it's outta sight in the dead of night.
Here I am, again in th city with a fist full of dollars
an' baby, you better believe:
I'm back. Back in the New York Groove.
I'm back. Back in the New York Groove.
I'm back. Back in the New York Groove.
Back in the New York Groove. In the New York Groove.
In the back of my Cadillac,
wicked lady sittin' by my side sayin':"Where are we?".
Stopped with her at forty-three,
exit through the night.
It's gonna be ecstacy. This place was meant for me.
I feel so good tonight. Who cares about tomorrow?
So, baby, you better believe:
I'm back. Back in the New York Groove.
I'm back. Back in the New York Groove.
I'm back. Back in the New York Groove.
Back in the New York Groove. In the New York Groove.
I'm back. Back in the New York Groove.
I'm back. Back in the New York Groove.
I'm back. Back in the New York Groove.
I'm back. Back in the New York Groove.
I'm back. Back in the New York Groove.
I'm back. Back in the New York Groove.
I'm back. Back in the New York Groove.
I'm back. Back in the New York Groove.
I'm back. Back in the New York Groove.
I'm back. Back in the New York Groove.
Words and Music by Ace Frehley
I need some love. So, give me some.
Ya know I want some love. So turn me on.
Sometimes I feel so low. Sometimes I feel I'm on top. You know.
Now, girl, I hate to start 'Cause then we got ta stop.
I'm In Need Of Love. I'm In Need Of Love.
I'm In Need Of Love an' I'm hopin' you're in need of me.
Now, I want some love. So, give me some.
Ya know I need some love. So, turn me on.
It's just that devil in me that keeps on comin' through. All the time.
When things start looking good, some things start lookin' blue.
I'm In Need Of Love. I'm In Need Of Love.
I'm In Need Of Love an' I'm hopin' you're in need of me.
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Now, I want some love. So, give me some.
Ya know I need some love. So, turn me on.
Things keep on turnin' 'round when things should be sittin' staight. Now turn me on.
G-g-girl, it's not my fault. I guess it's just my fate. You mold me.
'Cause all I want is love. So, give me some. You've got to!
An' all I need is love. So, give me some. just a little?
Words and Music by Ace Frehley and Anton Fig
Went to a party dressed so smartly. Cool as cool could be.
Knew I could make it. Knew I could shake it loose and fancy-free.
So, I went to the table, reached for a bottle, an' I poured me a glass of wine,
took three sips an' I looked around. I was feelin' fine.
We were drivin' along comin' on strong. I was gettin' drunk!
The next thing I knew, I looked at you, I was blind as a skunk.
I was...
I was Wiped Out; I had my lights out;
was fallin' right out 'cause I was Wiped Out.
Through the smoke-filled room, I caught your eye an' I think that you caught mine.
An' I knew, in a minute, or maybe less, it was just a matter of time.
Then, you started to move in such a groove. Stoned, I was thinkin' slow.
Then, you looked at me with your big blue eyes. They had such a glow.
So, I took your hand an' tried to stand but, ended up sittin' back down.
Then, you smiled at me an' gave me a wink. How quick, I lost my frown.
I was...
I was Wiped Out; I had my lights out;
was fallin' right out 'cause I was Wiped Out.
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So, I looked at you an' then, I knew, that we were gonna have some fun.
So, I thought to myself, wine was out. We should switch to rum.
So, without a word, like some bird, we moved to another place
an' pretty soon we were in so much, the sky was out of space.
The room was turnin'. We were burnin'. Things became a haze.
It seemed that already, I had too many. Fireworks was the blaze.
I was...
I was Wiped Out; I had my lights out;
was fallin' right out 'cause I was Wiped Out.
I was Wiped Out. Was fallin' right out.
I had my lights out 'cause I was Wiped Out.
I was Wiped Out. I had my lights out.
Was fallin' right out 'cause I was Wiped Out.
Music by Ace Frehley
No Words. This is an Instrumental.