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| You Made Me The Thief Of Your Heart |
| Young Americans |
| Your Blue Room |
You Made Me The Thief Of Your Heart
I hope you're happy now, I could never make you so
You were a hard man, no harder in this world
You made me cold, you made me hard
And you made me the thief of your heart
Winter is cold but you're colder still
And for the first time I feel like you're mine
I'll share you with the one who will mend what falls apart
And turn a blind eye to the thief of your heart
I'll never wash these clothes, I want to keep the stain
Your blood to me is precious nor would I spill it in vain
Your spirit sings though your lips never part
Singing only to me, the thief of your heart
They pulled in
just behind the bridge
He lays her down, he frowns
"Gee my life's a funny thing, am I still too young?"
He kissed her then and there
She took his ring, took his babies
It took him minutes, took her nowhere
Heaven knows, she'd have taken anything, but
All night
She wants the young American
Young American, young American, she wants the young American
All right
She wants the young American
Scanning life through the picture window
She finds the slinky vagabond
He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang, but
Heaven forbid, she'll take anything
But the freak, and his type, all for nothing
He misses a step and cuts his hand, but
Showing nothing, he swoops like a song
She cries "Where have all Papa's heroes gone?"
All the way from Washington
Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
"We live for just these twenty years
Do we have to die for the fifty more?"
All night
He wants the young American
Young American, young American, he wants the young American
All right
He wants the young American
Do you remember, your President Nixon?
Do you remember, the bills you have to pay
Or even yesterday?
Have you have been an un-American?
Just you and your idol singing falsetto 'bout
Leather, leather everywhere, and
Not a myth left from the ghetto
Well, well, well, would you carry a razor
In case, just in case of depression?
Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors
Blushing at all the afro-Sheilas
Ain't that close to love?
Well, ain't that poster love?
Well, it ain't that Barbie doll
Her heart's been broken just like you have
All night
You want the young American
Young American, young American, you want the young American
All right
You want the young American
You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler
A pimp's got a Cadi and a lady got a Chrysler
Black's got respect, and white's got his soul train
Mama's got cramps, and look at your hands ache
(I heard the news today, oh boy)
I got a suite and you got defeat
Ain't there a man you can say no more?
And, ain't there a woman I can sock on the jaw?
And, ain't there a child I can hold without judging?
Ain't there a pen that will write before they die?
Ain't you proud that you've still got faces?
Ain't there one damn song that can make me
break down and cry?
All night
I want the young American
Young American, young American, I want the young American
All right
I want the young American
It's time to go again
To your blue room
Got some questions to ask of you
In your blue room
The air is clean
Your skin is clear
I've had enough of hangin' round here
It's a different kind of conversation
Your blue room
Saw me calling love, somewhere deep inside
Saw me calling you, somewhere I can hide
And time is a string of pearls
Your blue room
See the future just hanging there
Your blue room
And you crave
A new perspective
Looking down on my objectives
New instructions
Whatever their directions
Your blue room
Saw me calling love
(Bongolese)
Saw me calling
(Bongolese)
It's alright
Your blue room
One day I'll be back
Your blue room
Yeah, I hope I remember where it's at
Your blue room
See me slide
Won't you take me back there
So much fun to me
[Adam]
Zooming in
Zooming out
Nothing I can do about
A lens to see it all up close
Magnifying what everybody knows
Never in conflict
Never alone
No car alarm
No cellular phone