1.You Do Something To Me
Sung by sinead o'connor as a
Tribute to cole porter to benefit
Aids research and relief
You do something to me
Something that simply mystifies me
Tell me, why should it be
You have the power to hypnotize me？
Let me live 'neath your spell
Do do that voodoo that you do so well
For you do something to me
That nobody else can do
Let me live 'neath your spell
Do do that voodoo that you do so well
For you do something to me
That nobody else can do
That nobody else can do
2.You Make Me Feel So Free
A van morrison songs sinead did
As a tribute to van morrison
Some people spend their time
Just running round in circles
Always chasing some exotic bird
I prefer to spend sometime just listening
For that special something
That i've never ever heard
I like a new song to sing, another show
Or somewhere entirely different to be
But baby, you make me feel so free
And so i yearn for mysteries calling me
That's the muse, that's the muse
But we only burn up with the passion
When there's absolutely nothing left to lose
I make it to spring
And it's no bed of roses
It's just more hard work
And bad, bad, bad company
But you make me feel so free
Baby, you make me feel so free
I heard them saying
That you can have your cake and eat it
When all i wanted was just one free lunch
How can i eat it
When the man that's next to me now
He's grabbed the load and beat me to the punch
How can i even talk about freedom
When you know it's sweet mystery
But baby, you make me feel so free
I'm gonna lay my cards right down on the table
And spin the wheel and roll the dice
And whatever way it comes out
And whatever way it turns out
Baby, you know, well that's the price
Well i order again
There's no need to explain
I just need somewhere to dump all my negativity
Baby, you make me feel so free
Baby, you make me feel so free
Free
3.You'd Be Surprised
.......devil in his eyes
He's such a delicate thing
But when he starts in the squeeze
You'd be surprised
He doesn't look very strong
But when you sit on his knee.......
(i'm sorry can we go back again
I was thinking)
He doesn't........
And when he starts to grab
I said a taxi cab!
You would be surprised
Transcribed by marcel bobbink
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You'd be surprised (full lyrics)
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He's not so good in a crowd
But when you get him alone
You'd be surprised
He isn't much at a dance
But then when he takes you home
You'd be surprised
(refrain)
He doesn't look like much of a lover
Don't judge a book by its cover
He's got the face of an angel
But there's a devil in his eyes
He's such a delicate thing
Bu when he starts in the squeeze
You'd be surprised
He doesn't look very strong
But when you sit on his knee
You'd be surprised
At a party or at a bar
I've got to admit he's nothing at all
But in a morris chair
You'd be surprised
Refrain
He's not so good at the start
But at the end of the week
You would be surprised
On a streetcar or in a train
You'd think he was born without any brain
But in a taxi cab
And when he starts to grab
I said a taxi cab!
You would be surprised
Transcribed by missjamiel
4.Mrs. Robinson
Lyrics：Paul Simon
Music：Paul Simon
And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo)
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)
We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files
We'd like to help you learn to help yourself
Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes
Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home
And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo)
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)
Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes
Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes
It's a little secret, just the Robinsons' affair
Most of all, you've got to hide it from the kids
Coo, coo, ca-choo, Mrs Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo)
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)
Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon
Going to the candidates debate
Laugh about it, shout about it
When you've got to choose
Ev'ry way you look at it, you lose
Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio
A nation turns its lonely eyes to you (Woo, woo, woo)
What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson
Joltin' Joe has left and gone away
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)
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