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Dragonette Album


Galore (09/24/2007)
09/24/2007
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Marvellous (bonus track)
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Nine a.m.
In your bedroom
The radio alarm clock is set for soon
I know you friends and you know mine too
You don't tell on me, I won't tell on you
I get around

Seconds to your elevator from the station
How can I resist that kinda invitation
Seventh floor and I'm in trouble
Gotta get me back down to street level
I get around

Here I come when I better go
I say "Yes" when I ought to say "No"
Here I come when I better go
I say "Yes" when I ought to say "No"

Quietly slide away off the mattress
Find my clothing on the bed post
So I tip toe out of this mess
As I slip back into last night's dress
I get around

Put a little lipstick back on my face
Blow a little kiss to you from the doorway
Walk the hall right past the staircase
Take the elevator back down out of this place
I get around

Here I come when I better go
I say "Yes" when I ought to say "No"
Here I come when I better go
I say "Yes" when I ought to say "No"

I say "Yes" when I ought to say "No"
I say "Yes" when I ought to say "No"
I say "Yes"
I say "Yes"
I say "Yes"
I say "Yes"
I say "Yes"
Say "Yes"
Say "Yeah"

Here I come when I better go
I say "Yes" when I ought to say "No"
Here I come when I better go
I say "Yes" when I ought to say "No"

Here I come when I better go
I say "Yes" when I ought to say "No"
Here I come when I better go
I say "Yes" when I ought to say "No"

Here I come
Here I come
Here I come
Here I come
(Here I come )
Here I come
(Here I come )
Here I come
(Here I come )
Here I come
(Here I come )

I say "Yes" when I ought to say "No"

. . .


She's got no idea where you've been
We know you've been misbehaving
You've been living dangerous
You're trying to keep it just our secret
Psst pass it on, come on and pass it on
Psst pass it on, come on and pass it on
Goodness I like this
Mysterious mistress
Keepin' me hush hush
Try not to blush blush
I just can't stop this
It's risky business
Being your mistress
Keepin' me hush

Your girlfriend's no competition
She is no competition
Your girlfriend's no competition
Goodness I like this being your mistress
Your girlfriend's no competition
Your girlfriend's no competition
She is no competition
Someone's gotta be the one to tell her
that we got it going on

You're keeping me out all night long
We eat at fancy restaurants
You're giving me what your girlfriend wants
Somebody's gonna pass it on
Buying me new jewelry
We're holding hands back in the street
You better learn to be discreet
If you wanna keep it just our secret

Goodness I like this
It's risky business
Being your mistress
Keepin' me hush

Your girlfriend's no competition
She is no competition
Your girlfriend's no competition
Goodness I like this being your mistress
Your girlfriend's no competition
Your girlfriend's no competition
She is no competition
Someone's gotta be the one to tell her
that we got it going on
that we got it going on

She's got no idea where you've been
No idea what you've been doin'
In the bedroom
In positions
That you never knew existed
You try to keep it secret
You can try and try to keep it
It's risky business
Keepin' me hush

Your girlfriend's got competition
She is no competition
Your girlfriend's got competition
Goodness I like this, being you're mistress
You're girlfriend's got competition
You're girlfriend's got competition
She's got competition
Someone's gotta be the one to tell her
that we got it going

Your Girlfriend's no competition
She is no competition
Your girlfriend's no competition
Goodness I like this, being your mistress
Your girlfriend's no competition
Your girlfriend's no competition
She is no competition
Someone's gotta be the one to tell her
that we got it going on

. . .


Electric fantastic
Electric fantastic
Electric fantastic
Electric fantastic
All right

The kids got the radio blasting
I'm on the sidewalk sweating
The girls know how to move to the music
I wanna get
Into it

And it's getting hot in the city
Everyone's wet and sticky
I don't mind the heat when the beat
Is getting me
On my feet

Magic fantastical
Total electrical
My boy's on the cord with a Popsicle
Total electrical

Electric fantastic
Electric fantastic
All right

This street in the heat in the beating sun
There's only one thing keeping me downtown
The kids got the radio blasting
It's magic fantastic

Magic fantastic
I wanna get (I wanna get)
Into it (Into it)

Magic fantastical
Total electrical
My girl's on the cord with a Popsicle
Total electrical

We're shaking up life with a stereo
Total electric

The kids got the radio blasting
I'm on the sidewalk sweating
Yeah they got the radio blasting
I want to get into it

You know we like it when you make it electrical
The girls are hot and cold and off with a Popsicle
They're gonna keep me in the street with the stereo
Oh no, oh my, don't wanna go-o-o
It's magic, fantastic
He's got the radio blasting
It's magic, fantastic

Total electric

. . .


I get a little bit vicious
That's why you love me
Because you can't resist it
that you do anything for me

You want out but we're off the ground
So, pick up your parachute
'Cause I'm not gonna let you down
No I won't let you get away, not that easy anyway

I know what i want, and I want you for the cause
How does anybody get anything done?
You depend on us.
But You'll never get to Heaven as the radical son
Just keep it up, you soldier

You won't Out, I can't help
I've got to make you understand:
You gotta take it like a man

Do you need a dozen roses
Would you like a box of chocolate?
Is it really such a deep cut,
That i have to come and stitch it up?

Yeah, I get a little crazy with the razor blades
Go on and call your mama if you need a band-aid
But everything worth it hurts a little bit
You don't want to run away and I won't let you anyway

'Cause we're doing it for the cause
How do you suppose I get anything done?
You're making it so hard.
You'll never get to Heaven as the radical son
just keep it up, you soldier

You won't out, I can't help
I've got to make you understand:
You gotta take it like a man!

I want you for the cause
How does anybody get anything done?
You depend on us
You'll never get to Heaven as the radical son
Don't be running off
'Cause this is love
What did you think it was?
Oh, the thing is love. Love.
So don't go!

You won't out, I can't help
I've got to make you understand:
You gotta take it like a man
Take it like a man
You gotta take it like a man!
You gotta take it like a man!

. . .


I don't play well with the other kids
They know that I'm dangerous
It's evident, I'm different,
My punishment is imminent

They tell me that I'm no good,
They say words
That I've got a curse,
I know that it's true

But you, you make me better
You give me pleasure
It's just your effect on me
You, you make me sweeter
You give me fever and I'm a believer

I've had such a wicked time,
Kissed the boys and made them cry
Laugh and while I wave goodbye
And they'd still like another try

Roger, Larry, Dick and Tom,
Matthew, Harry, Luke, and John
If they knew who I've become, who I've become
The spell I'm under is you

You make me better
You give me pleasure
It's just your effect on me
You've taught me a lesson
Now I'm behaving
Must be what's best for me
You, you make me sweeter
You give me fever now I'm a believer

Do you feel super
I'm the new girl curled round your finger
I've taken your potion
And now I'm senseless, defenceless, a fool
The spell I'm under is you, it's you
You're just what's come over me,
You're who's has gotten into me
You who did this thing to me, I used to be so bad

But you, you make me better
You give me pleasure
Must be what's best for me
You, you make me sweeter
You give me fever I'm a believer

I'm a believer
A true believer
I'm a believer
A true believer

. . .


I called and left a message
When you get this I'll be out of range
It's impossible to reach you
Gonna get you on another day
Somewhere outside of reception
Comes another disconnection
Before I got to tell you
Everything that I was trying to say

If you were here
I'd whisper something secret
In your ear
I'm telling my receiver
The things that I wish you were
Close enough to hear
Are you even out there
Are you even out there

I count the ringing on my fingers
Distracted, I got your machine
The tape is rolling my recording
Never turns out like I mean
There's a million conversations
But I've lost all of my patience
Are you near enough to hear me
Is my signal growing weak

While you're away
I think of all the things
I want to say
I speak in to the receiver
I leave my name and number
I say I'll be up late

But I'll call again on another day
Maybe I'll get you on another day
Oh pick baby I've got lots to say
But I'll get you on another

Call again on another day
Maybe I'll get you on another day
Oh pick up babe I got so much to say
But I'll get you on another day
Are you even out there
I'll get you on another day
Are you even out there
I'll get you on another day
Are you even out there
I'll get you on another day

. . .


Sometimes the sun shines on us
Sometimes the rain goes and a rainbow's all that's left
We got lucky, hey, didn't we, baby?

‘Cause I like your head on my shoulder
I like the way you smile, the way you smile oh oh
We both think the weather's getting better
So let's get lucky, let's go all the way

I found you seaside in the fog
I hadn't tried a lot of looking for anything at all
The cloud cover of fog
All the hearts I'm gonna' love in the morning

And I like my head on your shoulder
I like the way you smile, the way you smile oh oh
And we both think the weather's getting better
So let's get lucky, let's go all the way

All the way, get lucky
The weatherman says it's wet and cloudy
Stay indoors, sit out the storm
It looks like this might be a quickie

Hey handsome, we got it good
Hey mister, we gone and done it
Just because we could
Because it's cloudy out there
Staying in like we should

‘Cause I like your head on my shoulder
Me I like the way you smile, the way you smile oh oh
And we both know the weather will get better
So let's get lucky, let's go all the way
Let's get lucky, come on, go all the way

. . .


Spent my wages on rock and roll
Jesus doesn't love me anymore
Don't know much of what I've been told
Jesus doesn't love anymore

Drugs, sex, rock and roll
Drugs, sex, rock and roll
Drugs, sex, rock and roll
Drugs, sex, rock and roll

Wash me, god, I wanna get this off me
If you wanna love me, scrub me
Say a little prayer for me, pray for me

Got a little bit of dirty down in my soul
Jesus doesn't love me anymore
Sinning for a living's really taking its toll
Jesus doesn't love me anymore

Drugs, sex, rock and roll
Drugs, sex, rock and roll
Drugs, sex, rock and roll
Drugs, sex, rock and roll

Wash me, god, I wanna get this off me
If you wanna love me, scrub me
Say a little prayer for me, pray for me
Wash me, god, I wanna get this off me
If you wanna love me, scrub me
Say a little prayer for me, pray for me

Wash me, get this off me
Wash me, get this off me
Wash me, get this off me
Jesus doesn't love me anymore

Gotta get inside, oh God, why would I lie?
I promise, cross my heart and hope to die
I need another try to get it off me

God, I wanna get this off me
If you wanna love me, scrub me
Say a little prayer for me, pray for me
Wash me, god, I wanna get this off me
If you wanna love me, scrub me
Say a little prayer for me, pray for me

Little bit of dirty down in my soul

. . .


He told me I was worth it
Then he took out his wallet
Got a nice top, a wrist watch and how do you call it, evening jacket
He bought me this
I wanted pink but I took red instead
That's all they had

And his phone ring and he said
“I'm sorry baby, you caught me at a bad time, I'm entertaining”

A woman with taste and a girl with true ambition
But I would really love the two of us to talk
And I got in a black limousine
And I don't care much for the money, but you spend it on me
In the back of your black limousine
We got the time for a little bit of luxury
You're paying for my company, babe
When you're paying for my company, hey
When you're paying for my company, hey

Cash, last I checked I was overdraft
Spend more money than I guess I have
What do I do about that?
It's too bad but I get by
I got a car waiting outside
He's paying for the pictures
And taking me for a ride

There's those things you have to pay for
There's things you get for free
It doesn't cost a fortune
When the fortune pays for me

cause I'm a woman with taste and a girl with true ambition
I guess I rather like the feel of the leather in a moving car

I mean in a black limousine
I don't care much for the money, but you spend it on me
In the back of a black limousine
We got the time for a little bit of luxury
You're paying for my company, hey
When you're paying for my company, hey
When you're paying for my company, hey

I know you gotta live some honey
I know you got a table for two
Full of confidence and money
Find out what it could do

It's true, your looks are passable
Cool, you're unattachable too
I'm a natural catch for a chap to be sat
In the back of a black limousine
I don't care much for the money, but you spend it on me
In the back of your black limousine
I got the time for a little bit of luxury
You're paying for my company, babe
You're paying for my company, baby
You're paying for my company, babe

. . .


Hey I know you game
I know you need me
Say isn't it great
I'm always here
I, as in I
As in the one in front of you
I, I never lie
I'll make sure that you're alright

Goldrush
Everyone wants some of that stuff
It's the cure but you can't get enough
Go on have another
I think you'll discover
You may never recover

Who can you trust
I'm always watching
I'm the one you love
The one you can't get rid of
We, like you and me
It's you and me
Please, you'll never leave
What would you do without me

Goldrush
Everyone wants some of that stuff
It's the cure but you can't get enough
Go on have another
Goldrush
Everyone wants some of that stuff
It's the cure but you can't get enough
Go on have another
I think you'll discover
You may never recover

You can hear me on the radio
I'm sitting in the back seat of your car
I'm inside your engine
I'm keeping it running
Are we getting physical
Don't touch me I'm invisible
My hand's in your pocket
My numbers in your wallet
And I'll make sure you call it
To get that old rush
I know you want it

I know you do
I know that you've been calling
Now I'm coming to get you
You know who
Will catch you when you're falling
I can pick you up
Goldrush
I can pick you up
Oh the rush
I can pick you up
Pick you up into the

Goldrush
Everyone wants some of that stuff
It's the cure but you can't get enough
Go on have another
I think you'll discover
You may never recover
You may never recover
You may never recover
You may never recover

I don't mind the rain or shine
I always have a better time
I'm tip-top shape when I'm with you
I'm tip-top, tip-top
Time flies tick-tock
I'm tip-top shape when I'm with you

. . .


I wake up I'm all alone in my room
Glad you're gone
Alone is just the way I wanna be
Someone's waking up with you
Someone pretty, someone who you'll do that thing to
That you did to me

It's the only thing that I want lately
I don't miss your company
I just want those hands on me
To touch the places underneath

You can keep me out of your sight, that's alright
You can keep me out of your mind,
even though I know we're done
you keep on turning me on

At night time when it's dark outside
I go to where I know you're hiding
Look up at your window from the street
You're up there, where some believe
Finally getting over me
You got something up there that I need

It's the only thing that I've been missing
I don't want your conversation
Come outside here for a second
Pay me some of your attention

You can keep me out of your sight, that's alright
You can keep me out of your mind,
even though I know we're done
you keep on turning me on

You can keep me out of your sight, that's alright
You can keep me out of your mind,
even though I know we're done
you keep on turning me on

Maybe I want one more kiss
Shouldn't I get one more wish?
Couldn't I just have you back for one more go around the track?
It's easy, believe me
It's easy, you please me

It's easy (You keep on turning me on)
You please me (You keep on turning me on)
It's easy (You keep on turning me on)
You please me (You keep on turning me on)

You can keep me out of your sight
(It's alright / You keep on turning me on)
You can keep me out of your mind
(It's alright / You keep on turning me on)

. . .


Oh my you're driving me crazy
Don't know why I want you baby
My eyes are bigger than my mouth but maybe
I could learn to be your lady

My heart goes boom boom boom
When you walk into the room
Whom should I say is calling me
Why you wanna give me trouble baby

Uh uh uh uh uh uh-uh

Tell my eyes just not to stare
Don't look now, he's over there
They say you're bad news, I don't care

I just can't stop
You're dangerous
Oh oh
You're marvelous
I'm a fool for your wickedness
I think you're really working it, you're cruel
And I'm getting myself into trouble

Uh uh uh-uh-uh

Damn, here I go again
I can't stop my thoughts from thinking
When will it ever end
I can't stop my heart from pumping, from pumping
Boom boom, why are you so cruel?

Dan: I'm not cruel, I know a lot of girls like you
Martina: Not true, not girls not just like me
Dan: They're just like you
Martina: Not just like me
Dan: They're just like you, they're trouble too

Oh, You're dangerous
Oh oh, You're marvelous
I'm a fool for your wickedness
You're trouble but I'm loving it, you're cruel
And I'm getting myself into trouble
Getting myself into trouble
Getting myself into trouble

Maybe you've got to tell no others
Maybe you'll tell me not to bother
Baby if I could have my druthers, I'd get you one way or another
And I know all about you
I know I shouldn't want you
I do, it's true, I'm looking for trouble

Dan: You're the kind of girl who loves a little trouble, honey don't you?
Martina: Not true, not girls not just like me
Dan: I know a dozen others like you
Martina: Not just like me
Dan: Yes, I do, they're trouble too

Oh, You're dangerous
Oh oh, You're marvelous
I'm a fool for your wickedness
I'm getting myself, getting myself into trouble
You're dangerous
I'm a fool for your wickedness, I think you're really working it, you're cruel
And I'm getting myself into trouble

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