DA YA THINK IīM SEXY (ROD STEWART)
Sugar...! She sits alone waiting for suggestions,
heīs so nervous avoiding all the questions.
His lips are dry, her heart is gently pounding,
donīt you just know exactly what theyīre thinking?
If you want my body, and you think Iīm sexy,
come on, sugar, let me know.
If you really need me, just reach out and touch me
come on, honey, tell me so...baby.
Heīs acting shy, looking for an answer...
...letīs spend the night together.
"Now, hold on a minute, before we go much further.
Give me a dime so I can phone my mother".
They catch a cab to his high rise apartment,
at last, he can tell her exactly what his heart meant...
...His heartīs beating like a drum
īcos at last heīs got this girl home.
"Relax, baby, now we are alone".
They wake at dawn īcos all the birds are singing,
two total strangers but that ainīt what theyīre thinking.
Outside itīs cold, misty and itīs raining.
They got each other, neither oneīs complaining.
He says: "Iīm sorry, but Iīm out of milk and coffee".
"Never mind, sugar, we can watch the early movie"...
...If you really want me...
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DIRTY WEEKEND (ROD STEWART)
You book the hotel, Iīll pack the bags,
honey, you phone the airlines, Iīll call a cab.
"When will you return?" "Well, that all depends".
"Just tell your mother that youīre staying with friends".
īCuz I know that youīre my best friendīs girl,
but itīs the weekend I donīt give a hell!
Iīll bring the red wine, you bring the ludes.
Your motherīs doctor must be quite a dude.
Weīll hang the "Donīt Disturb" outside our door,
Iīm gonna rock you till your pussyīs sore.
Oh, my sweet Diana, I canīt wait for the mañana.
Thereīs a hotel down in Mexico just made for two.
But I donīt think you trust me, and I canīt say I blame you.
My reputation precedes me, you ainīt never gonna leave me.
Soon as we get there, Iīll go check in:
"Mr. and Mrs. Smith of Abilene".
You get naked, honey, Iīll get down,
Iīm gonna chase you around and īround...
...You say you canīt stand monotony,
I say: "what happened to fidelity?"
Dirty weekend made for two, just me and you, honey.
I wanna love that can last for ages,
not the trash youīve been giving to strangers.
Donīt want to make your two big brothers annoyed.
Do you think youīll get the Polaroid?...
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AINīT LOVE A BITCH (ROD STEWART)
Been in pain and Iīve been in shame, but ainīt love a bitch.
I been in fights, locked away for nights...
...I been tailed, impaled, strung up, and nailed
and left without a stitch.
I been scratched īnī taxed īnī finally axed...
...Oh! I didnīt understand till I was seventeen.
She took me way upstairs and she wiped me clean.
Oh! I didnīt realize she made a first class fool out of me.
Oh, Maggie, if youīre still out there, the rest is history.
Youīre all alone in the freezing cold by the underground.
Your hands are numb and youīre feeling dumb īcos you been let down.
You thought you were rough and kinda tough and maybe out of reach.
Youīre acting chic, playing hide īnī seek...
...Oh! I must state right here, I been there before.
My eyes were closed and so my friends, I still donīt know the score.
Oh! donīt underestimate the strength of it,
it may be unwise to analyze even the cause of it.
Youīre driving home late one night
and on the radio comes an old familiar song
you used to know so well. You know a lot about that. Oh!
I canīt comprehend this thing called love,
maybe itīs a matter of fact I just canīt grow up.
Deep down ainīt we all a little juvenile.
All I really wanna know:
"is there one sweet angel that can make me smile...?"
Torrential rains, wars and hurricanes, I wouldnīt budge an inch.
Your rentīs unpaid and your team lose again...
...You can lose your job, your home and your health...
...Take it or leave it,
some day youīll feel it īcos love is the bitch...
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THE BEST DAYS OF MY LIFE (ROD STEWART)
You always said living with me was impossible.
"Try it", I said, "just like the wind, Iīm changeable".
We ainīt got money but we sure got laughs, lots of loving, too.
So I confess on my behalf youīre giving me,
honestly, the best days of my life.
Your whispering girls said: "donīt be a fool, donīt give into him.
Heīs an animal, treat you like dirt, then heīll turn you in.
You two are not compatible, itīll never, never last".
They said I wasnīt even suitable, but...
...Sometimes I wonder:
"why does she bother with me at all so staid in my ways?"
Letīs face it, my dear, Iīm insufferable.
The crazy nights spilling into days with all my noisy friends.
But they all love you as much as I, giving me constantly...
...And a day without you at this point, my dear, seems unthinkable,
a night without you more often than not is unbearable.
But if it all canīt work out, one can never, never tell.
In my heart there is no doubt, you gave to me unselfishly...
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IS THAT THE THANKS I GET (ROD STEWART)
Did you think Iīd take it sitting down and let you walk all over me?
Thought you knew me much better than that,
I keep much better company.
With your lawyers and your two timing friends
-I guess you know who I mean: your detectives and your private eyes-
could never win me back again.
Just where did it get ya? What satisfaction was had?
You kicked the shit right in my face, is that all the thanks I get?
You said we made such a pretty pair, living in harmony.
Iīm sorry, honey, but I disagree; it seemed more like a comedy.
Just look how you lied, girl, that Judas right by your side,
he hung you up so you cut me right down...
...Guess Iīll find me a brand new girl,
that wonīt take too very long, thereīs so many floatinī
īround this town waitinī by the telephone.
And if you want me, Iīll be in the bar, back into my usual ways,
or on the corner with the rest of the boys.
You and I were just a breath away.
It was great while it lasted but, oh, Lord!, it turned nasty.
You didnīt give me one chance to explain. Well...for loving you...?
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ATTRACTIVE FEMALE WANTED (ROD STEWART)
Iīm tired of buying "Penthouse" and "Oui" and "Hustler".
Itīs Friday night, Iīm all alone, still a bachelor.
She said sheīd call me when sheīd finished work.
Havenīt heard a word all day.
I may not be Warren Beatty or Mohammed Ali.
Attractive female wanted.
I ainīt asking a great deal, just a female to move in with me...
...Iīll share all my records, toothbrush and car, and color TV,
honestly, a single girl for my single bed is my remedy...
...She doesnīt have to be a movie-star, cover of a magazine.
She can work in a garage all day, in the evening some canteen.
Iīm tired of blind dates making silly mistakes.
Itīs embarrassing...Iīve had no complaints, but obviously,
youīve guessed, no compliments...
...Wonīt someone, please, answer my prayers
before Iīm old and grey...?
...Iīve been lonely too long, all of my family think Iīm gay...
...Active female wanted. I may get drunk, stink like a skunk,
but sheīll look after me...put me to bed,
ease my aching head and made fuss of me.
You know what I gonna do,
think Iīll write a letter to Mr. Hugh Heffner, confidentially:
"Dear Sir...a single girl..."
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BLONDES HAVE MORE FUN (ROD STEWART)
Is it a matter of opinion or just a contradiction?
But from where I come from, all the blondes have more fun.
Well, just awatch them sisters on a Saturday night,
Peroxide causinī all the fights.
I took a rose in Texas, she gimme plenty of practice
but I couldnīt touch the surface īcos of recent facelift.
She had no idea what loveīs about
īcept the one oīclock call on the casting couch.
Sissy, from New York was on the cover of New Vogue.
I ainīt supposed to be available, so completely untouchable,
I got a limousine īnī bodyguard and chaperone,
but God knows Rodder just needs to ball.
You can keep your black and your red heads...your brunettes, too.
I wanna girl thatīs semi-intelligent,
gimme a blonde thatīs six feet two, boy, and that ainīt all.
I had a crush on Bardot, fell in love with Monroe,
read about īem in the nationals, all the juicy little scandals,
but I never saw īem dancinī at the county hall
with the short fat guyīs prematurely bald.
Dig this...Donīt wanna subservient woman...
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LAST SUMMER (ROD STEWART)
Sipping a sangría with a girl named Julia,
hot Jamaican sand beneath our feet,
she purred like a cat in a Panama hat,
she said my passport picture was unique.
I said I did impersonations, would you like to see?
Turned around to buy her one more round.
Then, suddenly, she disappeared, like I feared, with another guy.
Love always seems to let me down, can be found anywhere around.
The carnival had passed and my heart was beating fast.
All these married women, it ainīt fair.
Nervously, I said: "would you like to come to bed?"
A cold silence pierced the evening air, instantly,
she recognized my insecurities, changing subjects quickly,
I agreed...oh! baby!...Nowhere around.
The tourist had all gone, winterīs coming on,
the hotel chambermaid didnīt seem to care,
sharing a piña colada we broke into laughter.
Iīll never know how we made it up the stairs,
we spent the night together and she woke up in my arms,
kissed me tenderly, and said goodbye...
...Maybe Iīll wait until next year...
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THE SHADOWS OF LOVE (ROD STEWART)
Standing in the shadows of love,
Iīm getting ready for the heartaches to come...
...Iīm just waitinī...
...I want to run but thereīs no place to go,
īcause heartaches will follow me, I know.
Without your love, the love I need,
itīs the beginning of the end for me,
īcause youīve taking away all my reason for living
when you pushed aside all the love I been giving.
Didnīt I treat you right, now, baby, didnīt I?
Didnīt I do the best for you, now, didnīt I?
Donīt you leave me...!
...All alone Iīm destined to be with misery, my only company.
Might come today, might come tomorrow,
but itīs for sure I ainīt got nothing but sorrow.
Now, donīt your conscience kind of bother you?
How can you watch me cry after all I done for you?
Now hold on a minute...now, honey, didnīt I?...So...
......kinda, kinda bother you...?
...after all the things I done for you?...couldnīt I?
Didnīt I do right by you, didnīt I?
Didnīt I screw you right, now? Kept you in luxury, didnīt I?...
...Iīm trying hard not to cry,
you know my crying ainīt gonna help me, now...
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SCARRED AND SCARED (ROD STEWART)
Started out like any one of you.
Good intentions and a degree,
but one hot night under the neon lights
killed a boy just seventeen.
Now, I sit here raininī on my Maker.
Reprieve is all Iīm praying for.
Lord, I fear the hangmanīs steps approachinī,
will the priest knock gently on my door?
And I know Iīve let my daddy down and I broke my motherīs heart,
Iīd give anything turn back time again, just give me one more start.
I donīt need no trial humiliation,
just tell me that Iīm heaven bound.
I donīt want no two-faced consolation,
what use is that to me six feet underground?
Iīm going down to the engine shed, put a gun up to my head,
blow myself into the promised land.
We call it "scarred and scared", and if you ever see my son again,
donīt let on just how I fared.
Tell him...I went down big and strong.
I was never...scarred or scared.
All the girls that once did gather īround me
have moved along to someone else.
Sitting here desperation is my close friend.
What Iīd give to kiss one of them, now, oh!
yeah! Iīll take you there...
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