No more! (Sad songs) I'm beggin', please, don't play No more sad songs For tonight, I'm going to get my mind off it Don't care that someone's got his hands all over my body Stay out all night, go where the music's loud So I don't have to think about it,

In the wee, wee hours That's when I think of you In a wee little room I sit alone and think of you One little song For a fading memory You say, but yet I wonder If your love was ever true I wonder if you still remember

Her love's like rain on a tin roof Sweet song on a summer time storm And the way that it moves you It's a melody of passion raging on Then it's gone Her eyes are blue just like the ocean Her heart is a river free Well now and then she gets the notion And

That would be very nice Someone to cling to me stay with me right or wrong Someone to sing to me some little samba song Someone to take my heart and give his heart to me Someone who's ready to give love a start with me Should it be you and me Someone to

You've gone and stole my heart and made it your own You've stole my heart and made it your own Hey little girl you might not know this song This is not the kind of song that you can sing along to Hey little girl Maybe some day Least that's what all the

There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes, Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose. Little pitchers have big ears, Don't stop to count the years, Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios. Sam Stone came home, To the wife and family

Light it up, let it out, stir it up, turning dirt to dust Slip on out where the weekend lives Put a Friday night hurt on a bottle of fifth Getting gone to the song's that the midnight's playing Put a little way out underneath these boots Kick that switch

I'll just keep on lying to you All I give are little clues Maybe one day I'll get through But there is nothing I can do To the end of this song, to the end of this song I only need to say its true Your poor little heart already knew But there is nothing

Pull your little arrows out Stuck me with a sickness Let me live my life Watch out Cupid The one I'd better lead All the blondes are fantasies And we looked at them eleven ways You said, "Look at me". And looked away And you wrote the song I wanna play

Or take over Take my hand Take my hand you Will you realize when I'm gone That I dance to a different song Money rains from the sky above But keep the change 'cause I've got enough A little time and some tenderness