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Whenever
02:27
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Whenever
i endeavor to be clever I fail
the wind gets knocked out of my sails
the train comes right off the rails
Whenever
i start a romance thats new
i do things that one ought to do
yet somehow it all goes askew
Whenever
i try out all my best laid schemes
they always fall flat so it seems
they all share a common theme
'cause Whatever
it is that i that aim to do
a fiasco is sure to ensue
i know this much to be true
and its all, because i don't have you.
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Black Evening Gloves
02:20
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last night
you looked out of sight
you knocked me right off my pins
long evening gloves
this could be love
what a state i'm in
black dress
oh yes
your shoes were rather chic
elbow length
lord give me strength
those gloves are manifique
i dig your silky stockings
the way you do your hair
that crimson shade of lipstick
but they just cant compare
to the charm
of your arms
encased in evening gloves
silk or chiffon
just put em on
its all i'm dreaming of
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3. |
Martinis and Pearls
02:13
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Out of everything fabulous in this here world
some things just stand apart
Gals who drinks martinis and wear cultured pearls
has a special place in my heart
They both say perfection in the own way
To me they are fine works of art
Gals who drinks martinis and wear cultured pearls
Get me going right from the start
My pulse starts to quicken when I spy the white gleam
of that pea-sized perfection from oysters supreme
And preferring martinis to Jack or Jim Beam
It might seem extreme but my thoughts turn obscene
So here's a little wisdom for all of you dames
philosophy al a Descartes
if you drink martinis and wears cultured pearl
You've found the best way to my heart
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4. |
This Can Only End Badly
02:23
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when we first met
i knew you were trouble
our tête-à-tête
was far from subtle
I shan't forget
the place we first huddled
though if I could
heaven knows
that I would
pell mell how i fell for you
hook, line and sinker
telling the world
im a wishful thinker
is like calling Bill W
a social drinker
Living with you
just wouldn't do
yet i'd never bet when we met
that you'd burst my bubble
i'll carry on
though our denouement,
left my heart all apart
and wrecked to rubble
its rather absurd
all the lies you told me.
i bought each word
of the lines you sold me
I truly thought
I was your one and only
loving this madly
can only end badly
yet i'd never bet when we met
that you'd burst my bubble
i'll carry on
though our denouement,
left my heart all apart
and wrecked to rubble
its rather absurd
all the lies you told me.
i bought each word
of the lines you sold me
I truly thought
I was your one and only
loving you madly
Ill exit gladly
loving this madly
can only end badly
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Silhouette 2011
03:52
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I know I should be careful
I know I should beware
I know her reputation
but frankly i don't care
I've spent so many hours
simply gazing at those curves,
she has me in her power
i know it seems absurd
Its seduction with chrades
a tawdry image i won't soon forget
projected on her window shade
the sultry shape of her silhouette ooh
I love her silhouette ooh
why does a simple shadow
cause me to run amok
its like a hopeless battle
i'm simply out of luck
I have so much more aplomb
than your average peeping tom
I love her oh so madly
I know this will end badly
its like i'm living in some torrid dream
a tawdry image i won't soon forget
projected on her dressing screen
the sultry shape of her silhouette ooh
I love her silhouette ooh
Its a lesson i'll never learn
for my obsession i know ill burn
i'm just an L seven fellow
whose legs get turned into jello
my interest is aroused
by curves in a low cut blouse
i give in to her advances
and the wiles she employs
still i'm gonna take my chances
as one of her many toys
its like i'm living in some torrid dream
a tawdry image i won't soon forget
projected on her window screen
the sultry shape of her silhouette ooh
I love her silhouette ooh
i'm talking about her silhouette ooh
I need her silhouette ooh
i yearn for her silhouette ooh
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HB Radke Seattle, Washington
HB Radke has music in his blood. The son of Harry James Orchestra frontman Fred Radke and vocalist Gina Funes, HB started on
the trumpet at the age of 8. He started his own big band just a few years after that. His career as a vocalist began in his teens.
For 2011 he has resolved to write and record at least one original song per week. As of September 2011, he is 4 weeks ahead of schedule.
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