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Fulks Robbie

Well, you did what you did And you know, that you did it And there ain't no use to deny it I got you dead to rights, baby Now, you're gone And made me

Busy Not Crying Well I'm busy not crying and I'm too tied up to care Not thinking 'bout her is a 24-hour affair I can't weep, I can't worry My whole

Let's Kill Saturday Night Well a dollar I make Is a buck I owe And a 40-hour week Leaves 10 to blow But every game in this town Is just a nickel-and

Rock Bottom, Pop. 1 You can tell that I'm a big man in this town And I'm the king of every street that I walk down It ain't much to brag about, but

The Buck Starts Here I never knew this place had so much empty space Until tonight, when you walked right out the door And so I walked to our bedside

I like being left alone I like chocolate pie, clear blue sky, A glass of Cotes du Rhone I like summer, I like fall, I like music, but most of all I like

With her drop dead looks and her little girl charm Everybody thought she'd go far And at 20 years old she was rich as could be And a world-famed Hollywood

For every emotion, she's got one she's hiding She moves closer, as though to reveal her mind And she dances, like it'll rain inside me Does she feel