That's what my heart needs You left me, for another You told me, he was your lover So I'm begging and I'm pleading And I'm down on any knee, ooh baby Baby, ooh baby I'm calling you out loud and clear, baby I love you, yes I do

Do you hear me calling? Me no want no drama Ring, do you hear me calling? Not a fighter, a lover I just want you, my darling (Purps On The Beat) Breakaway, and make a way to make it Love the way you lookin' when you naked Treat your heart just like a

Suzanne, so far away Remember Suzanne, those summer nights with me On no Suzanne, oh girl I'm callin' you Remember...our last September... I see your face at the movies I hear your voice on the radio You're makin' love on the silver screen I want you

I've got to go where you are Chloe! Chloe! Someone's calling, no reply Nightshade's falling, hear him sigh Empty spaces in his eyes Empty arms outstretched, he's crying Through the black of night If it's dark or bright I'll go through the dismal swampland

Sometimes I hear you calling out my name, And I hear you deep down inna mi brain, If I'm a fool I've only got myself to blame, Well I can see the sign 'cause I'm not blind, Although you're not mine from time to time, I've got to let you know you are my

Here comes the weekend, Set off your sirens Set off your sirens. Here comes, comes the weekend Hear it calling like a siren Not lookin' for a fight, no High heels and cherry wine, not wasting any time We don’t look for trouble Just enough to, seein'

Voices from underground, whispers of freedom Warsaw city at war 1944 help that never came Calling Warsaw city at war Rise up and hear the call History calling to you, 'Warszawo, walcz!' Women, men and children fight They were dying side by side And the

Calling your name Love is calling Sometimes at night I ring that bell for you Can you hear it? Can you hear it? I've got ways To make you crazy I've got too much Too much time to waste Sometimes at night I just say your name

Sweet Indian maiden, since first I met you, I can't forget you, Cherokee sweetheart. Child of the prairie, your love keeps calling, My heart enthralling, Cherokee. Dreams of summertime, of lover time gone by, Throng my memory so tenderly, and sigh. My

Young man, I'm counting on you And whoa, young man, I'm counting on you Boy, you hear me calling your name The bridge is your time Your engine rolls hot If the bridges fall down, don't lose your head of steam You are now the man Sitting on the top of the