Stay away from my window
Stay away from my back door, too
Disconnect the telephone line
Relax baby and draw that blind
Kick off your shoes and sit right down
Loosen off that pretty French gown
Let me pour you a good long drink
Ooh baby don’t you hesitate ’cause
Tonight’s the night
It’s gonna be alright
’Cause I love you girl
Ain’t nobody gonna stop us now
Come on angel my hearts on fire
Don’t deny your man’s desire
You’d be a fool to stop this tide
Spread your wings and let me come inside,
’cause Tonight’s the night
It’s gonna be alright
’Cause I love you girl
Ain’t nobody gonna stop us now
Don’t say a word my virgin child
Just let your inhibitions run wild
The secret is about to unfold
Upstairs before the night’s too old
Tonight’s the night
It’s gonna be alright
’Cause I love you girl
Ain’t nobody gonna stop us now
Mon Dieu, qu’est-ce qu’il va devenir?
Mon amour viens, putain, embrasse-moi
Oh, je t’adore beaucoup
Ça veut rien donner
Ah oui, c’est pénible, hein?
Oh, je t’aime, je t’aime, je t’aime beacoup
Et cette nuit, oh...
Ah, cette nuit, oh...
Rod Stewart
Tonight’s the Night (1976) Songwriter: Rod Stewart
✤
Don’t say a word,
my virgin child
Just let your inhibitions
run wild
Get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run, girl
You′re much too young, girl
With all the charms of a woman
You've kept the secret of your youth
You led me to believe you′re old enough
To give me love
And now it hurts to know the truth
Woah, oh, oh
Young girl
Get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
You'd better run, girl
You're much too young, girl
Beneath your perfume and make-up
You′re just a baby in disguise
And though you know
That it′s wrong to be
Alone with me
That 'come on′ look is in your eyes
Woah, oh, oh
Young girl
Get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run, girl
You're much too young, girl
So hurry home to your mama
I′m sure she wonders where you are
Get out of here
Before I have the time
To change my mind
'Cause I′m afraid we'll go too far
Woah, oh, oh
Young girl
Get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
You'd better run, girl
You′re much too young, girl
Young girl
Get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
You′d better run, girl
You're much too young, girl
Young girl
Get out of my mind
Gary Puckett & the Union Gap
Young Girl (1968) Songwriter: Jerry Fuller
✤
Get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run, girl
You’re much too young, girl
Under my thumb
The girl who once had me down
Under my thumb
The girl who once pushed me around
It′s down to me
The difference in the clothes she wears
Down to me, the change has come
She's under my thumb
Ain′t it the truth, babe?
Under my thumb
It's the squirmin' dog who′s just had her day
Under my thumb
A girl who has just changed her ways
It′s down to me, yes it is
The way she does just what she's told
Down to me, the change has come
She′s under my thumb
Ah, ah, say it's alright
Under my thumb
It′s a Siamese cat of a girl
Under my thumb
She's the sweetest pet in the world
It′s down to me
The way she talks when she's spoken to
Down to me, the change has come
She's under my thumb
Ah, take it easy babe
It′s down to me, oh yeah
The way she talks when she′s spoken to
Down to me, the change has come
She's under my thumb
Yeah, it feels alright
Under my thumb
Her eyes are just kept to herself
Under my thumb, well I
I can still look at someone else
It′s down to me, oh, that's what I said
The way she talks when she′s spoken to
Down to me, the change has come
She's under my thumb
Say, it′s alright
Take it easy, babe
Take it easy, babe
It′s alright
Take it easy, babe
Rolling Stones
Under My Thumb (1966) Songwriter: Mick Jagger, Keith Richards
✤
Under my thumb
It’s a Siamese cat of a girl
Under my thumb
She’s the sweetest pet in the world
Good morning little schoolgirl
Can I go home, home with you?
Good morning little schoolgirl
Can I go home, home with you?
Tell your mama and your papa
Big be schoolboy, too
I won't bore you, yeah
Baby, I won't bore you all night long
Yes, I do
Baby, I wanna ball you
I wanna ball you all night long
Tell your mama and your papa
Baby, baby, doing nothing wrong, child
I'm doing nothing wrong, yeah
I won't bore you, yea, yea, huh
Baby, I wanna ball you all night long
Yes, I do, child
I won't bore you, darling, yea
I won't bore you all night long
Tell your mama and your papa
Baby, baby, we're gonna do nothing wrong
Wrong, wrong, wrong
Baby, I wanna ball you every night
Oh, yeah, come on now
Ten Years After
Good Morning litte Schoolgirl (1961) Songwriter: Sonny Boy Williamson I.
✤
Good morning little schoolgirl
Can I go home, home with you?
Baby, I wanna ball you
I wanna ball you all night long
She′s got legs, she knows how to use them
She never begs, she knows how to choose them
She's holdin′ legs, wonderin' how to feel them
Would you get behind them if you could only find them?
She's my baby, she′s my baby
Yeah, it′s alright, oh yeah
She's got hair down to her fanny
She′s kinda jet set, try undo her panties
Every time she's dancin′ she knows what to do
Everybody wants to see, to see if she can use it
She's so fine, she′s all mine
Girl, you got it right
She's got legs, she knows how to use them
She never begs, she knows how to choose them
She's got a dime, all of the time
Stays out at night, movin′ through time
Oh, I want her, sure, I got to have her
The girl is alright, she′s alright
ZZ Top
Legs (1983) Songwriter: Billy Gibbons, Dusty Hill, Lee Beard Frank
✤
She’s got legs,
she knows how to use them.
Well, I′d rather see you dead, little girl
Than to be with another man
You'd better keep your head, little girl
Or I won′t know where I am
You'd better run for your life if you can, little girl
Hide your head in the sand, little girl
Catch you with another man
That's the end, little girl
Well, you know that I′m a wicked guy
And I was born with a jealous mind
And I can′t spend my whole life tryin'
Just to make you toe the line
You′d better run for your life if you can, little girl
Hide your head in the sand, little girl
Catch you with another man
That's the end, little girl
Let this be a sermon
I mean everything I′ve said
Baby, I'm determined
And I′d rather see you dead
You'd better run for your life if you can, little girl
Hide your head in the sand, little girl
I catch you with another man
That's the end, little girl
I′d rather see you dead, little girl
Than to be with another man
You′d better keep your head, little girl
Or you won't know where I am
You′d better run for your life if you can, little girl
Hide your head in the sand, little girl
Catch you with another man
That's the end, little girl
The Beatles
Run for Your Life (1965) Songwriter: John Lennon, Paul Mccartney
✤
Well, I’d rather see you dead, little girl
Than to be with another man
Each time I see a little girl of five or six or seven
I can't resist the joyous urge to smile and say
Thank heaven for little girls
For little girls get bigger every day
Thank heaven for little girls
They grow up in the most delightful way
Those little eyes so helpless and appealing
One day will flash and send you crashin' through the ceilin'
Thank heaven for little girls
Thank heaven for them all, no matter where, no matter who
Without them, what would little boys do?
Thank heaven, thank heaven
Thank heaven for little girls
Those little eyes so helpless and appealing
One day will flash and send you crashin' through the ceilin'
Thank heaven for little girls
Thank heaven for them all, no matter where, no matter who
Without them, what would little boys do?
Thank heaven, thank heaven
Thank heaven for little girls
Maurice Chevalier
Thank Heaven for Little Girls (1957) Songwriter: Alan Jay Lerner, Frederick Loewe
✤
Each time I see a little girl of five or six or seven
I can’t resist the joyous urge to smile
I hear the click-clack of your feet on the stairs
I know you′re no scare-eyed honey
There'll be a feast if you just come upstairs
But it′s no hanging matter
It's no capital crime
I can see that you're 15 years old
No I don′t want your ID
And I can see that you′re so far from home
But that's no hanging matter
It′s no capital crime
Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat
Oh yeah, don′t you scratch like that
Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat
I bet, bet your mama don′t know you scream like that
I bet your mother don't know you do spit like that
You look so weird and you're so far from home
But you don′t really miss your mother
Don′t look so scared, I'm not no mad-brained bear
But it′s no hanging matter
It's no capital crime
Oh, yeah Woo!
I bet your mama don′t know that you scratch like that
I bet she don't know you can bite like that
You say you got a friend, and she′s wilder than you
Why don't you bring her upstairs?
If she's so wild, then she can join in too
It′s no hanging matter
It′s no capital crime
Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat
Oh yeah, don′t you scratch like that
Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat
I bet your mama don′t know you can bite like that
I'll bet she never saw you scratch my back
The Rolling Stones
Stray Cat Blues (1968) Songwriter: Mick Jagger and Keith Richards
✤
I can see that you’re 15 years old.
No I don’t want your ID.
Yeah, gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields
Sold in a market down in New Orleans
Scarred old slaver know he's doin' alright
Hear him whip the women just around midnight
Brown sugar
How come you taste so good?
Brown sugar
Just like a young girl should, ah yeah
Yeah, drums beating, cold English blood runs hot
Lady of the house wonderin' where it's gonna stop
House boy knows that he's doing alright
You shoulda heard him just around midnight
Brown sugar
How come you taste so good?
Brown sugar
Just like a young girl should
Aw, yeah-yeah-yeah
Ah, get down to the ground, brown sugar
How come you taste so good?
Ah, get down, get down, brown sugar
Just like a young girl should
I bet your mama was a tent show queen
And all her boyfriends were sweet 16
I'm no schoolboy but I know what I like
You shoulda heard me just around midnight
Brown sugar
How come you taste so good?
Ah, come down, brown sugar
Just like a young girl should
Ah, come down, come down, brown sugar
How come you taste so good?
Ah, come down, get down, brown sugar
Movin' around, come on, movin' around
Ah, get down to the ground, brown sugar
Just livin' all night for it, lay it all down
Ah, get down on your knees, brown sugar
How come, how come... woah!
Ah, come down, down, down, down, down, down, down
Woah!
Ah, how come you taste so good, good?
Ah, come to the ground, now children
How come you taste so good?
Come to the ground, now children
How come you taste so good?
That's it
Was that good?
Rolling Stones
Brown Sugar (1971) Songwriter: Künstlername
✤
Brown sugar, how come you taste so good?
Ah, come down, brown sugar. Just like a young girl should.
He hit me
And it felt like a kiss.
He hit me
But it didn′t hurt me.
He couldn't stand to hear me say
That I′d been with someone new,
And when I told him I had been untrue
He hit me
And it felt like a kiss.
He hit me
And I knew he loved me.
If he didn't care for me
I could have never made him mad
But he hit me,
And I was glad.
Yes, he hit me
And it felt like a kiss.
He hit me
And I knew I loved him.
And then he took me in his arms
With all the tenderness there is,
And when he kissed me,
He made me his.
The Crystals
He Hit Me (And It Felt Like a Kiss)" (1962) Songwriter: G. Goffin, C. King
✤
Yes, he hit me
And it felt like a kiss.
She takes you down easy
Going down to her knees
Going down to the devil
Down, down to ninety degrees
Oh, she′s blowing me crazy 'till my ammunition is dry
Oh, She′s using her head again
She's using her head
Oh, She's using her head again
I′m just a givin′ the dog a bone
Givin′ the dog a bone
I′m just a givin' the dog a bone
I'm just a givin' the dog a bone
Ah, she′s no Mona Lisa
No, she's no Playboy star
But she′ll send you to heaven
Then explode you to Mars
Oh, she's using her head again
She′s using her head
Oh, she's using her head again
I′m just a givin' the dog a bone
Givin′ the dog a bone
I'm just a givin′ the dog a bone
Ah, just givin′ the dog a bone
She got the power of union
Yeah, she only hits when it′s hot
And if she likes what you're doing
Yeah, she'll give you alot
Given everything I got
I′ve just given the dog a bone
Givin' the dog a bone
Givin' the dog a bone
I've just given the dog a bone
I'm just givin' the dog a bone
Givin′ the dog a bone
I′m just a givin' the dog a bone
I'm just a given a dog
Givin′ a dog
Givin' a dog
Ooh, I'm just a givin′ a dog a bone
AC/DC
Given the Dog a Bon (1980) Songwriter: Angus Young, Malcolm Young, Brian Johnson
✤
Going down to her knees
Going down to the devil
Down down to ninety degrees
Oh, she’s blowing me crazy
She's got me dizzy, she sees me through to the end
She's got me in her hands and there's no use in pretending
Christine sixteen,
Christine sixteen
She drives me crazy, I want to give her all I've got
And she's hot every day and night, there is no doubt about it
"I don't usually say things like this to girls your age,
But when I saw you coming out of the school that day,
That day I knew, I knew,
I've got to have you, I've got to have you."
She's' been around, but she's young and clean
I've got to have her, can't live without her
Christine sixteen,
Christine sixteen
I don’t usually say things like this to girls your age,
But when I saw you coming out of the school that day,
That day I knew, I knew,
I’ve got to have you, I’ve got to have you
I'm not talking about the kind of clothes she wears
Look at that stupid girl
I'm not talking about the way she combs her hair
Look at that stupid girl
The way she powders her nose
Her vanity shows and it shows
She's the worst thing in this world
Well, look at that stupid girl
I'm not talking about the way she digs for gold
Look at that stupid girl
Well, I'm talking about the way she grabs and holds
Look at that stupid girl
The way she talks about someone else
That she don't even know herself
She's the sickest thing in this world
Well, look at that stupid girl
Well, I'm sick and tired
And I really have my doubts
I've tried and tried
But it never really works out
Like a lady in waiting to a virgin queen
Look at that stupid girl
She bitches 'bout things that she's never seen
Look at that stupid girl
It doesn't matter if she dyes her hair
Or the color of the shoes she wears
She's the worst thing in this world
Well, look at that stupid girl
Like a lady in waiting to a virgin queen
Look at that stupid girl
She bitches 'bout things that she's never seen
Look at that stupid girl
She purrs like a pussycat
Then she turns 'round and hisses back
She's the sickest thing in this world
Look at that stupid girl
The Rolling Stones
Stupid Girl (1966) Songwriter: Mick Jagger and Keith Richards
✤
She’s the worst thing in this world
Well, look at that stupid girl
Each time I see a little girl of five or six or seven
I can't resist the joyous urge to smile and say
Thank heaven for little girls
For little girls get bigger every day
Thank heaven for little girls
They grow up in the most delightful way
Those little eyes so helpless and appealing
One day will flash and send you crashin' through the ceilin'
Thank heaven for little girls
Thank heaven for them all, no matter where, no matter who
Without them, what would little boys do?
Thank heaven, thank heaven
Thank heaven for little girls
Those little eyes so helpless and appealing
One day will flash and send you crashin' through the ceilin'
Thank heaven for little girls
Thank heaven for them all, no matter where, no matter who
Without them, what would little boys do?
Thank heaven, thank heaven
Thank heaven for little girls
Maurice Chevalier
Thank Heaven for Little Girls (1957) Songwriter: Songwriter: Alan Jay Lerner, Frederick Loewe
✤
Each time I see a little girl of five or six or seven
I can’t resist the joyous urge to smile
Flying on a free flight
Driving all night with my machinery
'Cause I, I got the power, any hour
To show the man in me
And those reputations, blown to pieces
With my artillery
I'll be guiding, we'll be riding
Give a-what you got to me
Don't you struggle
Don't you fight
Don't you worry
'Cause it's your turn tonight
Let me put my love into you, babe
Let me put my love on the line
Let me put my love into you, babe
Let me cut your cake with my knife, oh
Oh, like a fever, burnin' faster
You spark the fire in me
Crazy feelings got me reeling
They got me raisin' steam
Now, don't you struggle
Don't you fight
Don't you worry
'Cause it's your turn tonight, yeah
Let me put my love into you, babe
Let me put my love on the line
Let me put my love into you, babe
Let me cut your cake with my knife, oh
Cut it
Let me put my love into you, babe
Let me put my love on the line
Let me put my love into you, babe
Let me cut your cake with my knife
Oh, let me put my love into you, babe
Let me put my love on the line
Let me put my love into you, babe
Let me give it all
Let me give it all to you
To you
Give it all!
AC/DC
Let Me Put My Love into You (1980) Songwriter: Brian Johnson, Malcolm Young & Angus Young
✤
Let me put my love into you, babe
Let me cut your cake with my knife
