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Chocolate
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Take charge
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» highest in charts: # 1036 (127,660 songs currently listed in Acoustic)
» highest in sub-genre: # 284 (29,695 songs currently listed in Acoustic > Acoustic General)
» highest in sub-genre: # 284 (29,695 songs currently listed in Acoustic > Acoustic General)
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Produced/engineered by Simon Squire
PS - if you can work out why its called Chocolate you watched too many commercials in the 70s!
PS - if you can work out why its called Chocolate you watched too many commercials in the 70s!
Lyrics
Especially for the Ratby Posse!! .....
CHOCOLATE - (c) Ian Babington,1996
Woke up to find my head, lost in a different bed
Still don't know where it led, or what we were sinking
Shine up my face and shoes, we've got no time to lose
Too soon you'll leave me bruised, but I've been thinking
About the time I went and blew
A chance that looked a lot like you
With foolish words - we losers say
It often takes you in this way
Too many stupid things he does, and all because a lady loves him
Three times a week he rings, small talk of minor things,
What joy her voice still brings, to one so distant
But do you weep or laugh, to see the aftermath
Of all those in her path the least resistant
He's overcome, he's overthrown
He doesn't smoke but she rolls her own
And foolish words we losers say
Can always take you in this way
Too many stupid things he does, and all because a lady loves him!
CHOCOLATE - (c) Ian Babington,1996
Woke up to find my head, lost in a different bed
Still don't know where it led, or what we were sinking
Shine up my face and shoes, we've got no time to lose
Too soon you'll leave me bruised, but I've been thinking
About the time I went and blew
A chance that looked a lot like you
With foolish words - we losers say
It often takes you in this way
Too many stupid things he does, and all because a lady loves him
Three times a week he rings, small talk of minor things,
What joy her voice still brings, to one so distant
But do you weep or laugh, to see the aftermath
Of all those in her path the least resistant
He's overcome, he's overthrown
He doesn't smoke but she rolls her own
And foolish words we losers say
Can always take you in this way
Too many stupid things he does, and all because a lady loves him!
