(now baby tell what you wanna do with me) Let me take you to a place nice and quiet There ain't no one there to interrupt Ain't gotta rush I just want to take it nice and slow See I've been waiting for this for so long We'll be makin' love until the sun

Private Eyes They're watching you They see your every move They're watching you watching You watching you watching you I see you, you see me Watch you blowin' the lines When you're making a scene Oh girl, you've got to know

When you got everything that I want? Why you actin' vain for my love, vain for my love Why you actin' vain for my blood, vain for my blood It's hard to miss you Fuck me up and make me just go crazy I'm fiendin' for your touchin' on the daily Break my

I wanna taste the sun I gotta feeling that I'm not the only one And I, I wanna show some skin Yeah, baby I need the ocean And you can't stop me now I've got my heart in motion And I wanna make it in America Make it in America Cause baby I'm born to run

Hey yeah, can’t see you as nothing but mine And girl tonight, let's go crazy one more time Come on out Mary Jane I’m looking through your window pane I heard the word, you’re back in town I’ve got some cheap cigarettes, your favorite beer, Girl wear the

Tainted love Run away I've got to Tainted love, tainted love Touch me baby, tainted love Sometimes I feel I've got to From the pain that you drive into the heart of me The love we share

But you don't know You don't know me You will never know me Until you've been where I've been Or seen what I've seen You'll never, never, never know Uh, you will never know me You don't know this pain Or how I got this way

You don't need my love You don't want my love You got to find yourself another Piece of the action I've been lookin' for a trace Lookin' for a heart Lookin' for a lover in a world That's much too dark You want satisfaction oh yeah

You damn right, I've got the blues From my head down to my shoes I stopped by my daughter's house You know I just want to use the phone I can't win, 'cause I don't have a thing to lose You know my new grandbaby came to the door And said, granddaddy, you

Why can't we be friends, when we are lovers? 'Cause it always ends with us hating each other Instead of calling me out you should be pulling me in I've just got one more thing to say And irony is okay, I suppose Culture is to blame You try and mask your