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Strange Thing Mystifying - Jesus Christ Superstar

JUDAS

It seems to me a strange thing, mystifying

That a man like you can waste his time on women of her kind.

SIMON

Hey, cool it man.

JUDAS

Yes, I can understand that she amuses,

But to let her kiss you, stroke your hair, that's hardly in your line.

It's not that I object to her profession,

But she doesn't fit in well with what you teach and say.

It doesn't help us if you're inconsistent.

hey only need a small excuse to put us all away.

JESUS

Who are you to criticise her?

Who are you to despise her?

Leave her, leave her, let her be now.

Leave her, leave her, she's with me now.

If your slate is clean, then you can throw stones.

If your slate is not, then leave her alone.

I'm amazed that men like you can be so shallow, thick and slow

There is not a man among you who know or cares if I come or go.

ALL (save Judas and Jesus)

No, you're wrong!

You're very wrong!

No, you're wrong!

You're very wrong!

No, you're wrong!

You're very wrong!

No, you're wrong!

You're very wrong!

How can you say that?

How can you say that?

How can you say that?

How can you say that?

JESUS

Not one, not one of you!

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Kiss

Black Diamond

Out on the street for a living

Picture’s only begun

Got you under their thumb

Hit it

Out on the streets for a living

Picture’s only begun

Your day is sorrow and madness

Got you under their thumb

Whoo, black diamond

Whoo, black diamond

Darkness will fall on the city

It seems to follow you too

And though you don’t ask for pity

There’s nothin’ that you can do, no, no

Whoo, black diamond

Whoo, black diamond

Out on the streets for a living

Picture’s only begun

Your day is sorrow and madness

Got you under their thumb

Whoo, black diamond, yeah

Whoo, black diamond

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The Ramones

53rd & 3rd

If you think you can, well come on man I was a Green Beret in Vietnam

No more of your fairy stories 'Cause I got my other worries

53rd and 3rd Standing on the street

53rd and 3rd I'm tryin' to turn a trick

53rd and 3rd You're the one they never pick

53rd and 3rd Don't it make you feel sick?

If you think you can, well come on man I was a Green Beret in Vietnam

No more of your fairy stories 'Cause I got my other worries

53rd and 3rd Standing on the street

53rd and 3rd I'm tryin' to turn a trick

53rd and 3rd You're the one they never pick

53rd and 3rd Don't it make you feel sick?

Then I took out my razor blade Then I did what God forbade

Now the cops are after me But I proved that I'm no sissy

53rd and 3rd Standing on the street

53rd and 3rd I'm tryin' to turn a trick

53rd and 3rd You're the one they never pick

53rd and 3rd Don't it make you feel sick?

53rd & 3rd 53rd & 3rd 53rd & 3rd 53rd & 3rd

53rd & 3rd 53rd & 3rd 53rd & 3rd 53rd & 3rd

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"Charlotte The Harlot" - Iron Maiden :rockon: :rockon: :rockon: :rockon:

from their self-titled 1980 debut album, Iron Maiden.

Lyrics:

Giving a swish with your arse in the air, don't you know what they're saying?

Charlotte you're so refined when you take all the love that they're giving.

Sticking with every man that you find, don't you know what they're after?

Charlotte you've got your legs in the air, don't you hear all the laughter?

*Chorus*:

Charlotte the Harlot show me your legs,

Charlotte the Harlot take me to bed.

Charlotte the Harlot let me see blood,

Charlotte the Harlot let me see love.

Taking so many men to your room, don't you feel no remorse?

You charge them a "fiver", It's only for starters.

And ten for the main course.

And you've got no feelings, they died long ago.

Don't you care who you let in?

And don't you know you're breaking the law with the service you're giving.

*Chorus*

There was a time when you left me standing there,

Picking up pieces of love off the floor.

Well Charlotte you left me alone in there,

To make your ends as a bloody whore.

Well Charlotte you told me you love me true,

Picking up pieces of love yesterday.

Well Charlotte you're draws are off color too

'Cause you're making love all day.

Giving a swish with your arse in the air, don't you know what they're saying?

Charlotte you're so refined when you take all the love that they're giving.

Sticking with every man that you find, don't you know what they're after?

Charlotte you've got your legs in the air, don't you hear all the laughter?

*Chorus*

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...and also:

"22, Acacia Avenue" - Iron Maiden :rockon: :rockon: :rockon: :rockon:

from their 1982 album release, The Number Of The Beast.

This is the continuing saga of Charlotte The Harlot.

Lyrics:

If you're feeling down depressed and lonely

I know a place where we can go

22 Acacia Avenue meet a lady that I know

So if you're looking for a good time

And you're prepared to pay the price

Fifteen quid is all she asks for

Everybody's got their vice

If you're waiting for a long time for the rest to do their piece

You can tell her that you know me and you might even get it free

So any time you're down the East End don't you hesitate to go

You can take my honest word for it she'll teach you more than you can know

Charlotte can't you get out from all this madness

Can't you see it only brings you sadness

When you entertain your men don't know the risk of getting disease

Some day when you're reaching the age of forty

I bet you'll regret the days when you were laying

Nobody then will want to know

You won't have any beautiful wares to show any more

22, the avenue that's the place where we all go

You will find it's warm inside the red light's burning bright tonight

Charlotte isn't it time you stopped this mad life

Don't you ever think about the bad times

Why do you have to live this way

Do you enjoy your lay or is it the pay

Sometimes when your strolling down the avenue

The way you walk it make men think of having you

When you're walking down the street

Everybody stops and turns to stare at you

Beat her mistreat her do anything that you please

Bite her excite her make her get down on her knees

Abuse her misuse her she can take all that you've got

Caress her molest her she always does what you want

You're running away don't you know what you're doing

Can't you see it'll lead you to ruin

Charlotte you've taken your life and you've thrown it away

You believe that because what you're earning

Your life's good don't you know that you're hurting

All the people that love you don't cast them aside

All the men that are constantly drooling

It's no life for you stop all that screwing

You're packing your bags and you're coming with me

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On the country side...

"Fancy" - Reba McEntire

This song was originally released in 1970 by Bobbie Gentry.

Lyrics:

I remember it all very well lookin' back

It was the summer I turned eighteen

We lived in a one room, rundown shack

On the outskirts of New Orleans

We didn't have money for food or rent

To say the least we were hard pressed

Then Mama spent every last penny we had

To buy me a dancin' dress

Mama washed and combed and curled my hair

And she painted my eyes and lips

then I stepped into a satin dancin' dress that had a split from the side clean

up to my hip

It was red velvet trimmin' and it fit me good

Standin' back from the lookin' glass

There stood a woman where a half grown kid had stood

She said here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down

Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down

Mama dabbed a little bit of perfume on my neck

And she kissed my cheek

Then I saw the tears wellin' up in her troubled eyes

as she started to speak

She looked at our pitiful shack

And then she looked at me and took a ragged breath

She said your Pa's run'd off and I'm real sick

And the baby's gonna starve to death

She handed me a heart shaped locket that said

"To thine own self be true"

And I shivered as I watched a roach crawl across

The toe of my high heel shoe

It sounded like somebody else that was talkin'

Askin' Mama what do I do

She said just be nice to the gentlemen Fancy

And they'll be nice to you

She said here's your chance Fancy don't let me down

Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down

Lord forgive me for what I do, but if you want out

Well it's up to you

Now don't let me down now your Mama's gonna move you uptown.

Well, that was the last time I saw my Ma

The night I left that rickety shack

The welfare people came and took the baby

Mama died and I ain't been back

But the wheels of fate had started to turn

And for me there was no way out

And it wasn't long 'til I knew exactly

What my Mama'd been talkin' about

I knew what I had to do and I made myself this solemn vow

That I's gonna be a lady someday

Though I didn't know when or how

I couldn't see spending the rest of my life

With my head hung down in shame you know

I might have been born just plain white trash

But Fancy was my name

Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down

Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down

It wasn't long after a benevolent man

Took me in off the street

And one week later I was pourin' his tea

In a five room hotel suite

I charmed a king, a congressman

And an occasional aristocrat

Then I got me a Georgia mansion

In an elegant New York townhouse flat

And I ain't done bad

Now in this world there's a lot of self-righteous hippocrits

That would call me bad

And criticize Mama for turning me out

No matter how little we had

But though I ain't had to worry 'bout nothin'

For high on fifteen years

I can still hear the desperation in my poor

Mama's voice ringin' in my ears

She said, here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down

Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down

Lord, forgive me for what I do

But if you want out well it's up to you

Now don't let me down, hon

Your Mama's gonna move you uptown

Oh, and I guess she did.

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This song isn't about a hooker, but it is about prostitution of self identity

Manic Street Preachers - Yes

For sale? dumb c*nt's same dumb questions

Oh virgins? listen, all virgins are liars honey

And I don't know what I'm scared of or what I even enjoy

Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to

And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything

For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video

He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his c*ck

Tie his hair in bunches, f*ck him, call him Rita if you want

I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you

Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies

Can't shout, can't scream, hurt myself to get pain out

I 'T' them, 24:7, all year long

Purgatory's circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes

Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring

Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff

In these plagued streets of pity you can by anything

For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video

He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his c*ck

Tie his hair in bunches, f*ck him, call him Rita if you want, if you want

I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you

Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies

Can't shout, can't scream, I hurt myself to get pain out

Power produces desire, the weak have none

There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty

Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment

The only certain thing that is left about me

There is no part of my body that has not been used

Pity or pain, to show displeasure's shame

Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave

And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything

For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video

He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his c*ck

Tie his hair in bunches, f*ck him, call him Rita if you want, if you want

Power produces desire, the weak have none

There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty

Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment

Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say

May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same

These sunless afternoons I can't find myself

(quote read by pimp)Two dollars you rub her t*ts. Three dollars you rub her *ss. Five dollars you can play with her p*ssy, or you can lick her t*ts. Choice is yours

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Norwegian Wood, is about John's night with a prostitute.

I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me.

She showed me her room, isn’t it good, norwegian wood?

She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere,

So I looked around and I noticed there wasn’t a chair.

I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine.

We talked until two and then she said, it’s time for bed.

She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh.

I told her I didn’t and crawled off to sleep in the bath.

And when I awoke I was alone, this bird had flown.

So I lit a fire, isn’t it good, norwegian wood.

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