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Oh I’m a fortunate girl, I’m sure the sun and moon would agree
My lucky day, the kind a gypsy couldn’t foresee
I didn’t wish, didn’t pray, for love to come that day
I couldn’t have known, which way the wind decided to blow
Told myself to keep living
And one sweet day I’ll start getting while the gettin’s good
I’ll get while the gettin's good
When you’re down and out, don’t doubt, that’s not how things work out
Enjoy your time, 'cause things can turn on a dime
No fretting or regretting, your mind is all imaginary
Start getting to work, don’t look for a sign or a prophecy
Tell yourself to keep living
Then one sweet day you’ll start getting while the gettin's good
You’ll get while the gettin's good
Oh hear me little darling
No greater satisfaction than living like you want today
Your way, oh your way
Forge on little darling
The getting only comes directly from you, yeah you
It’s true
To yourself be true and you will find that you’re fortunate too
This is your dream and your life, no need to sacrifice
Tell yourself to keep living
And one sweet day you'll start getting while the gettin's good
You'll get while the gettin's good.
Know yourself and keep living
And everyday you’ll keep getting while the gettin's good
You'll get while the gettin's good.
You’ll get while the gettin’s good
You’ll get while the gettin’s good
You’ll get while the gettin’s good
You’ll get while the gettin’s good
Tell yourself to keep living
Know yourself and start giving
Everyday you’ll keep getting while the gettin's good
You’ll get while the gettin’s good
You'll get while the gettin’s good
You’ll get while the gettin’s good
You’ll get while the gettin’s good
Copyright 2015 Kerry Pastine & The Crime Scene
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2. |
Follow Me
03:31
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Show me a sign of intelligence
What you doing boy on this side of the fence
Tripping hard, staring at the way I walk
Pat him down to see if he’s more than talk
Then he can follow me
Best skirt in town that he’ll ever see
Red curtain flowing in a back alley joint
What they call the dungeon at Canary Point
$10,000 greenbacks to get through the door
Gonna cost you daddy if you want to score
Then you can follow me
I’ll show you things that you’ve never seen
Ridin' low, livin' high, flyin’ blind
Buy you a new heart that’s silver lined
Whiskey goes down smooth when you’re ballin' with me
Livin’ out your fantasies
Now bow to the queen and honey follow me
Look at you daddy, you’re the king of the clan
Every back street bookie feeding outta your hand
Don’t forget your place when you get uppity
I made you, I can break you, keep your royalty
When you just follow me,
You’ll be my king and I'll be your queen
Oh Ridin' low, livin' high, flyin’ blind
Buy you a new heart that’s silver lined
Whiskey goes down smooth when you’re ballin' with me
Livin’ out your fantasies now bow to the queen and daddy follow me
Show me a sign of intelligence
What you doing boy on this side of the fence
Tripping hard, staring at the way I walk
Pat him down to see if he’s more than talk
Then he can follow me
Best skirt in town that he’ll ever see
Then you can follow me
I’ll be your queen and you’ll be my king
That's right, now daddy follow me
Best ride in town is when you roll with me
Copyright 2015 Kerry Pastine & The Crime Scene
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3. |
Cold Stare Hot Touch
03:49
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Walk away try to look so tough
Look at me like I'm not enough
I'll bet you boy that we're not through
You'll be back 'cause you fell into
You say you break hearts, that's your game
A real playboy is your claim to fame
I hate to say it, but I'll lay it on the line
Here it is honey, you're doing time
Make your move, play your score
Do you know what your playing for
My cold stare, my hot touch
This mad affair is poisonous
Poisonous you'll see
You'll see
You'll see
You're nothing but a dirty tramp
Your lovin' sent with a dirty stamp
I got your message a little too late
Now here's mine, there's no escape
Play roulette, wage your war
Very soon you'll be dying for
My cold stare, my hot touch
This mad affair is poisonous
Talk is cheap, my game is rough
Walk away, you're not that tough
I'll bet you boy that we're not through
You'll be back 'cause you fell into
All is fair in love and war
Did you forget what you're fighting for
You swore
You begged for
You cried for my cold stare, my hot touch
This mad affair is poisonous
Poisonous you'll see
I won't pretend I'm not looking at you
Don't pretend you don't need it too
I'm not saying I don't want it too
I'm well aware of what I'm getting into
My cold stare
My hot touch
This mad affair is poisonous, you'll see
Copyright 2015 Kerry Pastine & The Crime Scene
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4. |
Acapulco Bay
02:58
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I gotta restless heart
I gotta disappear
I’ll take a sunny cantina right next to the pier
Oh yeah, I gotta get away
Leavin' DIA, touch down in L.A., then South
To Acapulco Bay
Start a new tomorrow
Forget my past
I’ll beg steal or borrow just to make it last
Oh yeah, I gotta get away
Warm breeze in the shade, drinkin’ Tanqueray down South
In Acapulco Bay
Ya know my coat’s too heavy, it’s wearing me down
The chill is killin' me in this frigid town
Can’t sleep, living over by the click-ity clack
I’ll take the morning train and I won’t be back
Listen closer little lover, can ya hear that beat
It’s time to shimmy and a shake on a sandy beach
Oh yeah, I gotta get away
Take me by the hand in that far away land down south
In Acapulco Bay
I gotta get away
I gotta leave today
Drink my Tanqueray
Leavin' DIA, touch down in L.A., then South
To Acapulco Bay
Copyright 2015 Kerry Pastine & The Crime Scene
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Let's Do This Thing
03:29
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Drip drip drip, like a juicy peach
I'm ripe for the pickin', take a bite out of me
Buzz buzz buzz, I’m your queen bee
I'll give you honey comb kisses, leave you with a sting
Tick tick tock, rock me ‘round the clock
Make my dress go up and my heels fly off
Boom boom boom, you’re my dynamite
And I’m ready to ignite
You can’t deny, give it a try
We’re wasting time baby in our prime
My heart is on the line
Give it a whirl, I wanna be your girl
I’ve got a thing, you’ve got a thing
Let’s do this thing
Tease, tease, tease, got me on my knees
I’m beggin' you honey for a little squeeze
Bang, bang, bang, pull the trigger now
Shoot me in the heart kiss me on the mouth
Smoke, smoke, smoke you’re my cigarette
Light it up, suck it in, burn it down again
You and me make chemistry
Come on torch my gasoline
You can’t deny, give it a try
We’re wasting time baby in our prime
My heart is on the line
Give it a whirl, I wanna be your girl
I’ve got a thing, you’ve got a thing
Let’s do this thing
Drip drip drip, like a juicy peach
I'm ripe for the pickin', take a bite out of me
Buzz buzz buzz, I’m your queen bee
I'll give you honey comb kisses, leave you with a sting
Tick tick tock, rock me ‘round the clock
Make my dress go up and my heels fly off
Boom boom boom, you’re my dynamite
And I’m ready to ignite
You can’t deny - Give it a try
We’re wasting time baby in our prime
My heart is on the line
Give it a whirl - I wanna be your girl
I’ve got a thing, you’ve got a thing
Let’s do this thing
I’ve got a thing, you’ve got a thing
Let’s do this thing
I’ve got a thing, you’ve got a thing
Let’s do this thing
Copyright 2015 Kerry Pastine & The Crime Scene
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6. |
Too Late To Die Young
03:49
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Been wondering where the slick cats
Are hanging out these days
Getting bad directions to a scene that’s just passe
Tip your hat, clip your dough, shake em down on the run
'Cause it’s too late
Too late to die young
Maybe if I stay out late
Play my cards right
I’ll get lovesick, buzzed-out, spun to the hangover light
What was once back alley taboo is the now the LA life for fools
'Cause it’s too late
Too late to die young
I spent 20 years on the fringe
And now the "everyday's" are moving in
I guess it’s up to me
To make you feel like you wanna believe
That it’s too late
Too late to die young
Sittin' in my bottle of pain
Got nothin' to gain
But I don’t know how to live any other way
You know it ain’t no luxury to live fast and furiously
And now it’s too late
Too late to die young
I spent 20 years on the fringe
And now the "everyday's" are moving in
Well I guess it’s up to me
To make you feel like you wanna believe
That it’s too late
Too late to die young
Maybe if I stay out late
Play my cards right
I’ll get lovesick, buzzed-out, spun to the hangover light
What was once back alley taboo
Is the now the LA life for fools
'Cause it’s too late
Too late to die young
Oh it's too late
Too late to die young
Yeah it’s too late
Too late to die young
Oh baby, it’s too late
Too late to die young
Too late to die young
Too late to die young
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Test the Fire
03:01
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Just say yes
Just say no
Either way, you’ve gotta let it go
You gotta test the fire
You gotta take me higher
Give way to my persuasion
Open up my cage
Fight for revolution
Free me from my rage
Heart held to the flame
Movin’ to the beat
Baby stake your claim in me
I wanna feel your heat
Raise me from the dead
No need to explain
Livin’ out your truth or dare
Come on feel the pain
You gotta test the fire
You gotta take me higher
I wanna Test the fire
Fire of your desire
Prove it to me darling
Manifest your fate
Nothing left to die for
Time to elevate
Pump your life into me
Baby cool my head
Check my fever round the clock
And take me back to bed
This is where we sacrifice our pain and suffering
Claim this life to hell and back
It’s time to take the leap into the fire
You gotta test the fire (test the fire)
You gotta take me higher (take me higher)
I wanna test the fire (test the fire)
Fire of your desire
You gotta let it go
Yeah baby let it go
Free yourself and elevate your soul
Into the fire of your desire
You gotta test the fire (test the fire)
You gotta take me higher (take me higher)
I wanna test the fire (test the fire)
Fire of your desire
You gotta test the fire (test the fire)
You gotta take me higher (take me higher)
I wanna test the fire (test the fire)
Fire of your desire
You gotta test the fire
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8. |
Play the Rush
03:53
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The Queen of Hearts
Poised all alone
Scoffs at all the Jokers
Who carry her throne
Eye on the Jack of Diamonds
Her deceitful Knave
But it’s the Ace of Spades
Who digs her grave
Uh uh, yeah yeah, now shush
Ooh ooh, yeah yeah
Play the rush
Steady your nerves
Keep your cool in the heat
Losing means you’re winning
'Cause you’ll sit at my feet
Lay your heart on the table
You’re going all in
Play the Dirty Dark Lady
Let the high stakes begin
Uh uh, yeah yeah, now shush
Ooh ooh, yeah yeah
Play the rush
Cocktails glisten
The smoke is sweet
Loosen up your tie
Drink your whiskey neat
Ride or die daddy
On a hot summer night
It’s a trick taking game
If ya play me right
Uh uh, yeah yeah, now shush
Ooh ooh, yeah yeah
Play the rush
Diamonds, furs
And a trail of gin
Greed, lust, envy
Are your cardinal sins
A slippery style
And a femme' fatale
Au revoir, adios
Bottoms up, ciao, ciao
Uh uh, yeah yeah, now shush
Ooh ooh, yeah yeah
Play the rush
Cocktails glisten
The smoke is sweet
Loosen up your tie
Drink your whiskey neat
Ride or die daddy
On a hot summer night
It’s a trick taking game
If ya play me right
Uh uh, yeah yeah, now shush
Ooh ooh, yeah yeah
Play the rush
Copyright 2015 Kerry Pastine & The Crime Scene
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9. |
Motor Vixen From Hell
03:32
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She was just 17
A crazy little Queen
Her momma never got no rest
Up in the Hollywood hills
Getting her thrills
The camera was obsessed
She had a dirty little trick
With a slipppery lick
Always brought 'em to their knees
High heels in the air
Jailbait without a care
Come on Daddy, give me the keys
Shakin' her little tail
Leads 'em on a trail
A highway funeral
The Motor Vixen From Hell
Daddy’s little girl becomes the queen of her world
Stealing every soul she beds
Stacking the cash with a smack on the ass
Promising they’ll soon be wed
It’s just a matter of time and a little white line
Pretty soon he’ll be coughin’ up lead
Shove him in the trunk, the old dirty drunk
You picked the wrong girl, she said.
Shakin' her little tail
Leads 'em on a trail
A highway funeral
The Motor Vixen from Hell
Now this is a sad tale to tell
Some say, from the sky she fell
She was known from the heavens as Lucifer’s Belle
Came crashin’ to the earth...
The Motor Vixen from Hell
The Motor Vixen from Hell
The Motor Vixen from Hell, from Hell, from Hell from Hell, from Hell, from Hell
She's the Motor Vixen from Hell
Copyright 2015 Kerry Pastine & The Crime Scene
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Set My Heart Free
03:05
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Jailer man kept my heart
Shackled up without a key
Then one day your sweet smile
Broke the chains and set me free
Too many times, I’d seen emotional crimes
Leaving me sad and confused
I told myself that love’s a dangerous ride
Made me lovesick, battered and bruised
I'm gonna tell the whole world about it
Throw open the doors and shout it
You set my heart free
Wagered one too many times
Banking on the luck of the draw
Lost my heart and lost my nerve
Gambled all and took the fall
Got some advice, and then I threw the dice
Played for love and bet on what's true
Then I won your gentle heart
The kind of love I never knew
I'm gonna tell the whole world about it
Throw open the doors and shout it
You set my heart free
Now I'm free as a bird
Soaring through an open sky
No dark cage hide my heart
Got a sunny smile and starry eyes
I can’t hide this feeling inside
I wanna thank you every day of my life
Over the moon, on top of the world
Riding high on cloud nine.
I'm gonna tell the whole world about it
Throw open the doors and shout it
You set my heart free
I'm gonna tell the whole world about it
Throw open the doors and shout it
You set my heart free
Copyright 2015 Kerry Pastine & The Crime Scene
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11. |
Liar, Cheater, Dead
03:11
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You’re a liar
Talking all your jive
You’re a liar
Givin' me that line
You’re a fabricatin’, falcifian, bull shittin’, son of a gun
You’re a cheater
Dealin’ half your love
You’re a cheater
Say I’m your only one
You’re a double talkin, mascaradin’, two-timin’, son of a gun
I swore that you were listening
Waiving my pistol as the blood drained from your face
But now you’re pleading,
While your gunshots bleedin’
And the smoke is rising from your grave
You’re a dead man
You’re no good to me
You’re a dead man honey
I’m gonna set you free
You’re a liquidated, soon departed, done for it, son of a gun
I swore that you were listening
Waiving my pistol as the blood drained from your face
But now you’re pleading,
While your gunshots bleedin’
And the smoke is rising from your grave
You're a liar
Your mama said that ain't right
You're a cheater
Ain't gonna see the daylight
You're a liar
You're a cheater
And now you're dead
Copyright 2015 Kerry Pastine & The Crime Scene
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12. |
Steppin' Out
04:18
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Hey Maddog, whistle that cabbie down
I wanna step out to the noisy side of town
Steppin' out
Steppin' out
Steppin' out
Steppin' out
Come on boys, let's go downtown
Take me to the noisy side of town
I wanna an ice cold beer & a double shot of Crown
Line em up so I can knock em down
Steppin' out
Take me to the noisy side of town
Steppin' out
I wanna shake it where the cats are laying it down
I need a screamin' band with a swingin' sound
I wanna jump jive jitterbug do the stroll
A boogaloo rhythm to some rock and roll
Gimme the skinny, the old low down
Where the joint is jumpin' & the juice is brown
Take me to the noisy side of town!!
Wind 'em up
Well, I got a new boy, they call him Pauly Six String
His dirty guitar licks make me wanna swing
When he starts to rock he makes me feel like a
Crime Scene Queen
I wanna hear the double bass and the snap of the snare
Some drunk yelling way too loud in my ear
The pour of a shot, the chug of a beer
I wanna howl at the moon without a care
Take me to the noisy side of town
Come on P6
Ah Lance Romance
Yeah, swing it
Whadda ya got Mad Dog
Make some noise
Steppin' out
Take me to the noisy side of town
Steppin' out
I wanna shake it where the cats are laying it down
Where the sirens scream to the uptown sound
Steppin' out
Steppin' out
Steppin' out
Steppin' out
Steppin out to the noisy side of town
Copyright 2015 Kerry Pastine & The Crime Scene
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