Song of Songs 2:1-7

Set me free why don't you baby
Get out of my life why don't you baby
You really don't want me
You just keep me hanging on
You really don't need me
You just keep me hanging on

Why do you keep coming around
playing with my heart
Why don't you get out of my life
and help me to make a new start
Let me get over you
the way you got over me

Set me free why don't you baby
Get out of my life why don't you baby
You really don't want me child
You just keep me hanging on
You never, never, never needed me
You just keep me hanging on

You said when we broke up
you just wanted to be friends
Tell me, how can we still be friends
when seeing you just breaks my heart again
and there ain't nothing I can do about it

You really don't need me
You just keep me hanging on
You really don't need me baby
You just keep me hanging on

Set me free why don't you baby
Set me free why don't you baby
Get out of my life why don't you honey
You just keep me hanging on

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IT CAN MAKE A MAN HAVE A SEIZURE.

Bill, I love you so, I always will. I look at you and you see the passion eyes of May.
Oh, but am I ever gonna see my wedding day? (Wedding day)
Oh, I was on your side, Bill, when you were losing.
I'd never scheme or lie, Bill, there's been no fooling.
But kisses and love won't carry me till you marry me, Bill.

I love you so, I always will, and in your voice I hear a choir of carousels.
Oh, but am I ever gonna hear my wedding bells? (Wedding bells)
I was the one came running when you were lonely. I haven't lived one day not loving you only.
But kisses and love won't carry me till you marry me, Bill, I love you so, I always will.

And though devotion rules my heart, I take no bows,
Oh but, Bill, you’re never gonna take my wedding vows. (Wedding vows)
Come on, Bill (come on, Bill) so come on, Bill (come on, Bill).
Come on and marry me, Bill, I love you so, I always will.
Come on, I got the wedding blues, yeah, the wedding bell blues.
Come on and marry me, Bill, I love you so, I always will. I wanna marry you, Bill

Dreams seen by a man-made machine

How does it seem, how does it seem

That we can see each others dreams

That we can see each others dreams

(Last night sleep, only to the beat)

She hold green onions in her hand

She listens to the sound of the band

A bed of green spam grows in her head

Talking to the rising sun

Yes she's talking to the rising sun

(Oh papa-papa there, yeah yeah papa-papa cares)

(Oh moma-moma there, yeah yeah moma-moma cares)