And here’s a load more to brighten up a dull, dull day…
Mostly eeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaasssssseeeeeee
(which will obviously be reflected in the points)
All 80s
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Hot temptation!
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Do you feel my heart beating?
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I'll give you ten good reasons to stay
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What you want from me
Tell me, maybe I could be there for you
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Cutting its way through my dreams like a knife
Turning me up and turning me down
This version is an 80s cover of an earlier track. Name both for double points….
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Get the party goin' on the dance floor
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You know it's one thing to say you love me
But another to mean it from the heart
And if you don't intend to see it through
Why did we ever start?
I wanna hear you tell me
You don't want my love
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I hear your voice
It's like an angel sighing
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We had a quarrel and I let myself go
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I think about the implications when alone between the sheets
When all the huggin' and kissin' is tearin' my heart apart
All people standin' hand in hand, celebratin' all different colours
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Now I tremble
At your name.
Nothing in the world will ever
Be the same.
Anyone knowing this truly atrocious track wins 10,000 points, but loses all credibility forever (I suspect coffee will know it….)
11a) And I wondered was I destined to spend my life alone
Oh girl you answered my question
This time it's working you've given me new hope
I think this one’s fecking dreadful as well, but it is marginally better than the one above
- You wrapped me 'round your little-bitty finger
But what do I know? I owned this album, so I have no credibility either. But I do have considerably more points that the rest of you!
- Rags to riches or so they say
Ya gotta keep pushin' for the fortune and fame
But I also had this album, and several others by them. I loved them, but they’re not really everyone else on here’s cup of tea. But you might get this track.
- I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
Actually, I owned this one too. There’s no hope for me hangs head sadly
perks up when I remember how many points I’ve got
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And I can’t help myself
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Even when you're home
You won't pick up your phone
And take my call
When I see you on the street
You stare down at your feet
You won't talk at all
Puke, Puke, Puke, Puke, Puke
- I know that I'm a prisoner
To all my Father held so dear
I know that I'm a hostage
To all his hopes and fears
Also dire
And finally, couldn’t resist…
Teach me to harvest, I want you to grow in my hand
And you're all going to hate me, cos I'm going to meet a friend now, so won't be back for a while.
A good mix here of very easy and really quite hard, I think.
feels proud of self