Songs that are like you

Social D....Don't Take Me For Granted

I'm your worn in leather jacket
I'm the volume in your fucked up teenage band
A bag of smokes and a six pack
I'm the dreams you had walkin down the railroad tracks
You and me

I'm your first taste of romance
I'm your first broken heart on a saturday night
Guys like us aint got no chance
But I'm the thing that keeps you and me alive
But not forever
So take me down the road
Take me to the show
It's something to believe in
That no one else knows
But don't take me for granted
I'm the blood on your guitar
I'm that wave you caught back in 1975
I'm as strong as a thousand armies
I'm as soft as a pedal on a long stem rose
I am love
So take me down the road
Take me to the show
It's something to believe in
That no one else knows
But don't take me for granted
I'm with you when you're born
You can take me when you die
With all the reasons why
But don't take me for granted
No one knows
Don't take me for granted
 
Sugarland - Something More

Monday, hard to wake up
Fill my coffee cup, I'm out the door
Yeah, the freeway's standing still today
It's gonna make me late, and that's for sure
I'm running out of gas and out of time
Never gonna make it there by nine

Chorus:
There's gotta be something more
Gotta be more than this
I need a little less hard time
I need a little more bliss
I'm gonna take my chances
Taking any chance I might
Find what I'm looking for
There's gotta be something more

Five years and there's no doubt
That I'm burnt out, I've had enough
So now boss man, here's my two weeks
I'll make it short and sweet, so listen up
I could work my life away, but why?
I got things to do before die

Repeat Chorus

Some believe in destiny, and some believe in fate
I believe that happiness is something we create
You best believe that I'm not gonna wait
'Cause there's gotta be something more

I get home 7:30 the house is dirty, but it can wait
Yeah, 'cause right now I need some downtime
To drink some red wine and celebrate
Hey, Armageddon could be knocking at my door
But I ain't gonna answer that's for sure.
There's gotta be something more!

There's gotta be something!

 
Sometimes this, lol and there are Lit men that will agree:rolleyes:

Urgent
Foreigner


You’re not shy, you get around
You wanna fly, don’t want your feet on the ground
You stay up, you won’t come down
You wanna live, move to the sound

Got fire in your veins burnin’ hot
But you don’t feel the pain
Your desire is insane
You can’t stop until you do it again
But sometimes I wonder as I look in your eyes
Maybe you’re thinking of some other guy
But I know, yes I know how to treat you right
That’s why you call me in the middle of the night

You say it’s urgent so urgent, so so urgent
Just wait and see how urgent my love can be

You play tricks on my mind
You’re everywhere but you’re so hard to find
You’re not warm or sentimental
You’re so extreme
You can be so temperamental

But I’m not looking for a love that will last
I know what I need and I need it fast
Yeah, there’s one thing in common that we both share
It’s a need for each other any time anywhere

It gets so urgent
So urgent
You know it’s urgent
I wanna tell you it’s the same for me
So oh oh urgent
Just you wait and see
How urgent our love can be
It’s urgent


You say it’s urgent
Make it fast make it urgent
Do it quick, do it urgent
Gotta rush make it urgent
Want it quick
Urgent urgent emergency
Urgent urgent emergency
Urgent urgent emergency
Urgent urgent emergency
So urgent emergency
 
And this one most times:(



Dancin' when the stars go blue
Dancin' when the evening fell
Dancin' in your wooden shoes
In a wedding gown

Dancin' out on 7th street
Dancin' through the underground
Dancin' with the marionette
Are you happy now?

Where do you go when you're lonely
Where do you go when you're blue
Where do you go when you're lonely
I'll follow you
When the stars go blue
stars go blue
stars go blue
stars go blue

Laughin' with your pretty mouth
Laughin' with your broken eyes
Laughin' with your lover's tongue
In a lullaby

Where do you go when you're lonely
Where do you go when you're blue
Where do you go when you're lonely
I'll follow you
When the stars go blue
stars go blue
stars go blue
stars go blue
 
Red Headed Woman-Bruce Springsteen

Well, brunettes are fine, man
Blondes are fun
But, when it comes to getting the dirty job done,
I'll take a red-headed woman, a red-headed woman.
It takes a red-headed woman to get a dirty job done.

Well, listen up, stud,
Your life's been wasted
'til you've got' down on your knees and tasted
A red-headed woman, a red-headed woman.
It takes a red-headed woman to get a dirty job done.

Tight skirt, strawberry hair
Tell me what you've got, baby, waiting under there.
Big brown eyes that look like, son,
They can see every cheap thing that you ever done.

Well, I don't know how many girls you dated, man
You ain't lived 'til you've had your tires rotated
By a red-headed woman, a red-headed woman.
It takes a red-headed woman to get a dirty job done.
 
Red Headed Woman-Bruce Springsteen

Well, brunettes are fine, man
Blondes are fun
But, when it comes to getting the dirty job done,
I'll take a red-headed woman, a red-headed woman.
It takes a red-headed woman to get a dirty job done.

Well, listen up, stud,
Your life's been wasted
'til you've got' down on your knees and tasted
A red-headed woman, a red-headed woman.
It takes a red-headed woman to get a dirty job done.

Tight skirt, strawberry hair
Tell me what you've got, baby, waiting under there.
Big brown eyes that look like, son,
They can see every cheap thing that you ever done.

Well, I don't know how many girls you dated, man
You ain't lived 'til you've had your tires rotated
By a red-headed woman, a red-headed woman.
It takes a red-headed woman to get a dirty job done.

Very Cool:cool:
 
Secret Garden

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xtMhtMc1GW8&feature=artistob&playnext=1&list=TLdGz1j04P6CU

She'll let you in her house
If you come knockin' late at night
She'll let you in her mouth
If the words you say are right
If you pay the price
She'll let you deep inside
But there's a secret garden she hides
She'll let you in her car
To go drivin' 'round
She'll let you into the parts of herself
That'll bring you down
She'll let you in her heart
If you got a hammer and a vise
But into her secret garden, don't think twice

You've gone a million miles
How far'd you get
To that place where you can't remember
And you can't forget

She'll lead you down a path
There'll be tenderness in the air
She'll let you come just far enough
So you know she's really there
Then she'll look at you and smile
And her eyes will say
She's got a secret garden
Where everything you want
Where everything you need
Will always stay
A million miles away
 
U U (Ay) U U (Ay) U U (Ay) U U (Ay) U U can keep on watchin' me
U U (Ay) U U (Ay) U U (Ay) U U (Ay) U U can keep on watchin' me

Look at me I know I'm fly (know I'm fly)
Look at me you wanna be fly like I
I'm the truth and the truth don't lie
Gimme 10 feet chick
Now add another five

Chorus:
If I had a stiff one you'd be all on that
I'm on fire
I put hot on the map
'Cause I be the one that you wanna be like (oh oh oh)
Yeah you wanna be like me

Everything she do is like me (ay)
From her head to her feet like me (ay)
She tryna talk like me
Tryna walk like me
Tryna get all the boys in the club like me

Everything she be is like me (ay)
Tryna imitate me (ay)
She tryna look like me
Tryna act like me
Tryna get on the floor
Shake her ass like me

Look at me you know I'm hot (know I'm hot)
Look at me bet you wish you had my spot
You can't chick but I'mma let you try
To get on my level, level
Get on my level tonight

(Chorus)


She wish she was fine
She wish she was dime like me
'Cause I'm a hottie and this is a party
She wish she was me and that's too bad


Ooh, she wish she was bad
Ooh-ooh, she wish that she had
All the boys like me
It ain't easy being me-ze baby


Everything she do is like me (ay)
From her head to her feet like me (ay)
She tryna talk like me
Tryna walk like me
Tryna get all the boys in the club like me

Everything she be is like me (ay)
Tryna imitate me (ay)
She tryna look like me
Tryna act like me
Tryna get on the floor
Shake her ass like me

She wish she was fine (she wish she was fine)
She wish she was dime like me (she wish she was a dime)
'Cause I'm a hottie and this a party
She wish she was me and that's too bad
(She wish she was me and that's too bad)

U U (Ay) U U (Ay) U U (Ay) U U (Ay) U U can keep on watchin' me
U U (Ay) U U (Ay) U U (Ay) U U (Ay) U U can keep on watchin' me
 
Been accused of this one:

The Joker - Steve Miller Band

Some people call me the space cowboy, yeah
Some call me the gangsta of love
Some people call me Maurice
Cause I speak of the pompatus of love

People talk about me, baby
Say I'm doin' ya wrong, doin' ya wrong
Well, don't you worry baby
Don't worry
Cause I'm right here, right here, right here, right here at home

Cause I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a lover
And I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun

I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I sure don't want to hurt no one

Cause I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a lover
And I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun

I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I get my lovin' on the run

Well, You're the cutest thing
That I ever did see
I really love your peaches
Wanna shake your tree
Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time
Ooo-eee baby, I'll sure show you good time

Cause I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a lover
And I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun

I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I get mu lovin' on the run

Cause I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a lover
And I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun

I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I sure don't want to hurt no one

Wooo Woooo

People keep talking about me baby
Say I'm doin' you wrong
Well don't you worry, don't worry, no don't worry mama
Cause I'm right here at home

You're the cutest thing I ever did see
I really love your peaches want to shake your tree
Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time
Come on baby and I'll show you good time
 
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Cum on Ilene/ Dexy's Midnight Runners :devil: ( maybe I spelled the title wrong)
 
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