| [ Too Many Rules ] |
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| I got home last night at ten past two |
| My folks turned blue |
| Their tempers flew |
| I've got to be in bed by quarter to ten |
| There go those rules again |
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| Too many rules, too many rules |
| Folks are just fools makin |
| Too many rules |
| I pray to stars above |
| I haven't lost your love |
| 'Cause there are too many rules * |
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| When you call me on the telephone |
| It's not my own |
| They've made it known |
| So you must call me only now and then |
| There go those rules again |
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| * |
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| My kid brother's always on my trail |
| I can't escape that tattle-tale |
| I hope you understand |
| What I'm goin' through |
| I don't know what to do |
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| 'Cause there are too many rules |
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| [ Vacation ] |
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| V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N in the summer sun |
| Put away the books, we're out of school |
| The weather's warm but we'll play it cool |
| We're on vacation, havin' lots of fun |
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| V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N in the summer sun |
| We're gonna grab a bite at the pizza stand |
| Write love letters in the sand |
| We're on vacation and the world is ours |
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| V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N under summer stars |
| Yeah, we'll hop in a jalopy to a drive-in movie |
| and never look at tha show |
| We're gonna hug and kiss just like this |
| and I can't wait to go,go,go |
| We're gonna mashed potato to a jukebox tune |
| Park your car 'neath an August moon |
| We're on vacation till the start of the fall |
| V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N, we're gonna have a ball, go !! |
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| V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N, gonna have a ball |
| Uh-huh, we'll hop in a jalopy to a drive-in movie |
| and never look at the show |
| We're gonna hug and kiss just like this |
| and I can't wait to go,go,go |
| We're gonna mashed potato to a jukebox tune |
| Park your car 'neath an August moon |
| We're on vacation till the start of the fall |
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| V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N, we're gonna have a ball, yeah |
| V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N, gonna have a ball |
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| [ Where the boys are ] |
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| Where the boys are, someone waits for me, |
| a smilin' face, a warm embrace, two arms to hold me tenderly. |
| Where the boys are, my true love will be, |
| he's walkin' down some street in town, |
| and I know he's lookin' there for me. |
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| In the crowd of a million people I'll find my Valentine, |
| and then I'll climb to the highest steeple |
| and tell the world he's mine. |
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| Till he holds me I'll wait impatiently, |
| where the boys are, where the boys are, |
| where the boys are, someone waits for me. * |
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| [ Someone Else's Boy ] |
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| Whoa-oh-oh, |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
| Whoa-oh-oh, |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, |
| In the lonely night, |
| I wake up to find, |
| Someone else's boy, |
| Always on my mind, |
| But he doesn't know, |
| How much I really love him so. |
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, |
| Though it isn't right, |
| When I dream like this, |
| I long to hold him tight, |
| And to taste his kiss, |
| And then I wake to find, |
| He's someone else's boy, |
| Not mi-i-i-i-ine. |
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| * |
| Whenever I see them together, |
| It breaks my poor heart in two, |
| I know that I should forget him, |
| "Cause he's her guy, |
| But what can I do? |
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| Whoa,whoa,whoa whoa, |
| How I hope and pray, |
| To the Lord above, |
| To send me down a boy, |
| One that I can love, |
| Who'll be mine alone, |
| And not someone else's boy. * |
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| Whoa-oh-oh, |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, |
| Whoa-oh-oh, |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, |
| … |
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| [ 夢のデート ] 詞 : 浜口 庫之助 |
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| Whoa-oh-oh, |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
| Whoa-oh-oh, |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, |
| 夢に見た恋人は友達の |
| 恋人よ皮肉だわ |
| こんないやな夢 |
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
| 良くないと知りながら友達の |
| その人を抱きしめてしまったあの夢 |
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| 思い出すたびに泣きたくなるのよ |
| みじめな私の皮肉なあの夢 |
| Hi, hi, hi, hi |
| キスしてもかまわない私だけの恋人を |
| 抱きしめる夢を見たいわ * |
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
| Hi, hi, hi, hi |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
| Hi, hi, hi, hi |
| … |
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| [ Pretty Little Baby ] |
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| I'll follow the boys, wherever they go |
| I'll follow the boys, 'cause in my heart I know |
| I know that somewhere, somewhere along the way |
| I'll find my love, my own true love, someday |
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| And there'll be no place too far, no ocean too wide |
| Wherever he goes, I'll be right by his side |
| I'll follow the boys, and wait until the time |
| Till that boy that I'm following is mine |
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| There'll be no place too far, no ocean too wide |
| Wherever he goes, I'll be right by his side |
| So I'll follow the boys, and wait until the time |
| Till that wonderful boy that I'm following is mine |
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| [ Lipstick On Your Collar ] |
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| When you left me all alone |
| At the record hop |
| Told me tou were going out |
| For a soda pop |
| You were gone for quite a while |
| Half an hour or more |
| You came back and man oh man |
| This is what I saw |
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| Lipstick on you collar |
| Told a tale on you |
| Lipstick on you collar |
| Said you were untrue |
| Bet your bottom dollar |
| You and I are through |
| Coz lipstick on you collar |
| Told a tale on you * |
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| You said it belonged to me |
| Made me stop and think |
| Then I noticed yours was red |
| And mine was baby pink |
| Who walked in but Mary-Jane |
| Were you smooching my best friend |
| Guess the answer's yes |
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| Boy, told a tale on you |
| Told a tale on you |
| Told a tale on you … |
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| [ I’m Gonna Be Warm This Winter ] |
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| We met at a ski lodge, and we fell in love |
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| Right by a fireplace, |
| We shared our first embrace |
| And then inside my heart, |
| I felt a fire start |
| It's gonna snow outside, the weather will be cold |
| But I'm gonna be warm this winter uh huh |
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| Each time your lips touch mine, |
| They taste like sparkling wine |
| I feel so warm a glow, |
| Just 'cause I love you so |
| It's cozy in your arms, I'm yours to have and to hold |
| And I'm gonna be warm this winter |
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| Ice skating on a frozen lake |
| Sleigh-riding down a mountainside |
| Roasting popcorn, dancing till the dawn |
| That was how I knew love was born-born-born-born |
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| It's just like make-believe |
| Each night is New Year's Eve |
| Each day is Christmas Day |
| You make me feel this way |
| It's gonna snow outside, the weather will be cold |
| But I'm gonna be warm this winter |
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| It's gonna snow outside, the weather will be cold |
| But I'm gonna be warm this winter |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, honey, make me warm this winter |
| Mmmm, baby, make me warm this winter |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, I'll be warm this winter |
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