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Don't play your Rock n' Roll to me



Don't play your Rock n' Roll to me

Don't play your Rock n' Roll to me,
That ain't the way it's meant to be.
I ain't so blind that I can't see,
Just let it lie and let it be,
So, don't play your Rock n' Roll, no,
Don't play your Rock n' Roll, no,
Don't play your Rock n' Roll to me
.

Well I know you think I'm crazy to keep hanging 'round,
But I was sort of hoping you'd change from the girl I found,
But your words just sound like Rock n' Roll lines to me,
And they're just about as burned out as a worn-out 45,
And you can't expect them to keep our love alive,

So don't play your Rock n' Roll to me,
That ain't the way it's meant to be.
I ain't so blind that I can't see,
Just let it lie and let it be,
So, don't play your Rock n' Roll, no,
Don't play your Rock n' Roll, no,
Don't play your Rock n' Roll to me.

Well I guess you had me fooled for a while,
With your come on looks and your Mona Lisa smile,
But your Rock n' Roll is gettin' out of time for me,
Go sing your lines to someone else 'cos someone else maybe,
The fool you always thought you saw in me.

So don't play your Rock n' Roll to me, That ain't the way it's meant to be. I ain't so blind that I can't see, Just let it lie and let it be, So, don't play your Rock n' Roll, no, Don't play your Rock n' Roll, no, Don't play your Rock n' Roll to me

I’ll Meet You At Midnight

 

A summer evening on Les Champs Elyses
A secret rendezvous they planned for days.
A sea of faces in a crowded cafe,
A sound of laughter as the music plays.

Jean-Claude was a student at the University,
Louise-Marie is just a world away.
He recall the night they met was warm with laughter,
The words were music as she turned away.

R I'll meet you at midnight,
Under the moonlight,
I'll meet you at midnight...
But Jean-Claude, Louise-Marie will never be...

Each cigarette would light a thousand faces,
Each hour that pass seem like a thousand years.
Midnight was turning into empty spaces
The sound of laughter disappeared.

R
A summer morning on Les Champs Elyses,
The empty table in the street cafe.
The sunlight melting through an open doorway,
Jean-Claude has left to face another day.

I'll meet you at midnight,
Under the moonlight,
I'll meet you at midnight...



  

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