Sheep to the slaughter oh I thought this must be love All your sons and daughters in a strangle hold with a kid glove She's got eyes like saucers oh
Sheep to the slaughter Oh, this must be love All your sons and daughters in a strangle, all with a kid glove Eyes like saucers; oh, you think she's a
Vain boys are gonna have to swallow their pride this time So let the punishment fit the crime It's under the table Under your skin Into the cable Is
I feel like a boy with a problem I can't remember what I've forgotten All because I slapped your face and made you cry It's the last thing I want to
With a handful of backhanders and a bevy of beauty You're going off limits Going off duty Going off the rails Going off with booty They tell tales of
Please put your rings on a diff'rent finger if you meet me tonight 'Cause I can't stand those suspicious glances 'Cause I know the things they're saying
Oh it's not easy to resist temptation Walking around looking like a figment of somebody else's imagination Taking ev'ry word she says just like an open
When Sunday morning dandruff turns out to be confetti And the cost of living in sin would make a poor man out of Paul Getty The girl in your dreams would
(Sam Lewis and Rezso Seress) Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will never
(Cole Porter) When the only sound on the empty street Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet That belong to a lonesome cop I open shop When the moon so
I won't walk with my head bowed (Be on) Beyond caution where lovers walk My love walks where three's a crowd Beyond caution where lovers walk Lovers
Dressed up like a dog's dinner Butter wouldn't melt on your paws If this is a dog's life Then you're the cat's clothes They hire out your sons And hire
Bad lovers face to face in the morning Shy apologies and polite regrets Slow dances that left no warning of Outraged glances and indiscreet yawning Good
I ask you nicely Get my face slapped under wraps What's going on precisely Is there something wrong perhaps? Surprise, surprise (surprise, surprise)
(Brain/Hart) To all the girls that awake to escape in the morning You want to leave him without even a warning, a trace, or a calling card Sad about
How does it feel now you've been undressed by a man with a mind like the gutter press So disappointed to find it's no big sin Lying skin to skin [Chorus
There's a hand on a wire that leads to my mouth I can hear you knocking but I'm not coming out Don't want to be a puppet or a ventriloquist 'Cause there
You say you don't desire me You only tire me Now you'll hire me Expensive care is meaningless Feeling nothing and caring less Cut off at the passion
