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Who. baby, you really are (rough demo)
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I'm a songwriter from Lockport, NY, USA. I started writing songs on a Heit acoustic guitar at age ten, and continued throughout my angst ridden high school and college years. I gave up songwriting and pretended to be an adult for a couple of decades. Now my kids are done with college and I can stop pretending. Nobody was buying it anyways. I recently started writing songs again, concentrating on songs with strong melodies that people can hum along to on their way home from work. The whole introspective, angst-ridden thing is long gone. Anyway, I can still feed any introspective tendencies by working on my musical-drama-in-progress, which has the cheery title, "The Death Book."
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Genre
Pop Dance-Pop
Charts
#5,871 in subgenre Peak #56
Charts
Peak #151
Author
Mark Schuessler
Rights
©2008 Mark Schuessler
Uploaded
February 23, 2008
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MP3 3.3 MB 128 kbps 3:33
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Who, Baby, You Really Are VERSE A Friday night, black tie affair Designer fragrance fills the air You walk in style On marble tile You flash your smile, flip your hair CHORUS Wear your diamond rings All your shiny things Like a movie star Is that who, baby, you really are? Black Mercedes Benz All your A-List friends Say they love your car Is that who, baby, you really are? Let me see all those dark things that you hide Let me see what you keep way deep down inside With no makeup on No Dom Perignon And no caviar Show me who, baby, you really are VERSE You pull me close and breathe my name But is it real or just a game? A trick to learn A quick return A fling to burn in your flame REPEAT CHORUS BRIDGE Winding down the day No more games to play Jewelry stowed away No cars, no bars, no friends, no men Tell me, who are you then? REPEAT CHORUS
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