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L.A. LYRICS
"Demo 4" (1985 Demo)
1. High On You
2. Sweet Georgia Brown
3. Wheelchair'n Ragtime (instrumental)
1. High On You
Don’t know right from left
Light a cigarette
And take a look at it all
The empty bottle’s smashed against the bedroom wall
Don’t know right from wrong
A never ending song
Pounding in my heart
The song of desperation’s played since yesterday
I’m alone in the night
Bound to your spell
I just can’t tell how I feel
I can see you’ve changed
You’re just not the same
I see no spell in your eyes
I can’t accept the fact that you’re not here tonight
Why did you walk out on me?
I just can’t see, and I disagree
I’ll still be...
High on you
I don’t know what to do
Cause I’ll never get through to you
High on you
Won’t you show me the way to your heart
Waiting by the phone
Even though I know
That you won’t give me a call
I pick it up but there is no-one there at all
I’m alone in the night
Bound to your spell
I just can’t tell how I feel
Words that I regret
Leave ‘em unsaid
They make no sense to me now
I guess it’s too late to repent and cry it out
Why did you walk out on me?
I just can’t see, and I disagree
I’ll still be...
High on you
I don’t know what to do
Cause I’ll never get through to you
High on you
Won’t you show me the way to your heart
High on you
I don’t know what to do
I wanna be good to you
High on you
Won’t you show me the way to your heart
Don’t know right from wrong
The same old crazy song
Pounding in my brain
The song of desperation played since yesterday
Why did you walk out on me?
I just can’t see, and I disagree
I’ll still be...
High on you
I don’t know what to do
Cause you won’t let me through to you
High on you
Won’t you show me the way to your heart
2. Sweet Georgia Brown
No gal made has got a shade on sweet Georgia Brown
Two left feet but oh so neat, has sweet Georgia Brown
They all sigh and wanna die for sweet Georgia Brown
I’ll tell you just why, you know I don’t lie, not much
It’s been said she knocks ’em dead when she lands in town
Since she came, why, it’s a shame how she coos ’em down
Fellers she can’t get are fellers she ain’t met
Georgia claimed her, Georgia named her
Sweet georgia brown
3. Wheelchair'n Ragtime (instrumental)
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