Hold Me Tight (Lennon/McCartney)
I'm gonna throw my grass out the window
Crumple up my papers too
Give away my speed, Cause all I'm gonna need
Is just a little bit of love from you
And we'll be makin' it natural
Ain't it just about time
That old stuff I was so keen on
I no longer have to lean on
Cause your love's enough to keep me high
Now if any you heads want some Panama red
All you gotta do is to reach out your hand
I'll trade my stash for just a little bit of cash
To buy a simple golden wedding band
And we'll be makin' it na
Lotto karamba Cryin
Written by: Chris Isaak
I keep on dancin', dancin'.
Nothing left to say, nothing left to do.
I find myself alone, I'm thinking just of you.
You got me dancin', dancin'.
Why don't you help me? Why don't you guide me?
Why don't you promise? To stand beside me.
There was a man in a foreign land, in love with a woman that didn't understand.
Love is not a thing you command, love is something that keeps you and keeps you.
Dancin', dancin'.
Why don't you help me? Why don't you guide me?
Why don't you promise? To stand beside me.
I keep on dancin', dancin'.
Nothing left to say, nothing left to do.
I find myself alone, thinking just of you.
You've got me dancin', dancin'.
Why don't you help me? Why don't you guide me?
Why don't you promise? To stand beside me.
Dancin', dancin', dancin', you've got me, ohhhh, help me!
Guide me, why don't you promise, to stand beside me.
Help me, ohhhh!