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Elephants
04:00
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You bought me a stuffed elephant
It's cute as shit and a testament
to the way you react to the way I tied
A ribbon round your heart oh baby I am your guy.
On that day you swept me away
But know you'd say you'd like to abstain
from the beauty that is attached to my face
I should've known from your lips that you wouldn't play safe.
Oh you, don't know, what you've done to me
You buy me a gift and you fill me with glee
Don't buy me gifts if you can't take the heat
I'll throw you off cliffs and I'll rip you like meat
If you wanna date me, well then you pay the fee
Something tells me that's not the way it should be
Elephants rhymes with arrogance
Diamond headdress, elegance
The pestilence outweighs the decadence
This is a circus of gothic romance
You bought me a stuffed elephant
It's cute as shit but don't place your bets
The next time you buy an elephant
I'll put your ass out like a lit cigarette
Plumes of feathers, sadistic stripes
Wonderful feelings, in the dead of night
Beasts with tails, and fiery whips
The clown they laugh, you to your crypt
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Johnny Be Goode
04:02
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Johnny Be Goode
Every time Johnny comes around, he can never be good
He's always got to bring me down, and make my heart sink to the ground
He won't tell me that I am pretty, he won't tell me I am neat
He won't tell me anything that makes me feel complete
Be good Johnny, be good Johnny, Johnny why won't you be good?
Be good Johnny, be good Johnny, Johnny why won't you be good?
How come you're always looking at girls while we are walking outside
When I remember how just last week you said i make you feel alive
I don't know what game your playing but I'm tired of doing this work
Why can't you just be good Johnny and stop, stop, making me hurt
Be good Johnny, be good Johnny, Johnny why won't you be good?
Be good Johnny, be good Johnny, Johnny why won't you be good?
Be good Johnny, be good Johnny, Johnny why won't you be good?
Be good Johnny, be good Johnny, Johnny why won't you be good?
Johnny doesn't deserve my love and he doesn't deserve my time
But he is all I'm thinking of, and I can't get him out of my mind.
Every time that I am with him, I feel so out of sight
Why can't you just be good Johnny, be good with all your might!
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
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Sticky Love
03:30
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Sticky Love
You're just a sickly boy
Pain in love's just what you enjoy
Ask your mother if she's heard of freud
Cause the weight of your heartbeat is cruel
You came over on a humid night
We fell back and drank in the moonlight
I asked you back to my room, said I'll be with you soon
You made my heart skip a sound, you knocked my feet off the ground
Your attention made me want to run
I never thought I'd think twice about fulfilling a vice
But I covered you in Sticky Love.
Sticky Love
Sticky Love
Sticky Love
The next day you went off to work
With my sticky love inside your shirt
And you texted me it felt so good
There was no need for acting demure
I had wondered if your ex knew
That you walked directly into my room
Oh it wasn't making sense, no physical suspense
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Havana Hope Boy
04:25
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Under the sea we fell in love
I wanted to tease but you called my bluff
I'd been under the water for so long all I'd think to drink was lust
Stranded on an island without you and you came to pick me up
You're my Havana, oh, you're my Havana oh, you're my Havana Hope Boy
Oh, you're my Havana, oh, you're my Havana oh, you're my Havana Hope Boy, Oh, you're my Havana, hey, you're my Havana, hey, You're my Havana hope Boy, oh, You're my Havana, hey, you're my Havana hey, you're my Havana Hope Boy
Whatever you need I will help get for you
You work all day and the night through
You come from a place with no money but you bought me a heart
You showed up on top of my doorstep looking for a brand new start
Our toes in the sand as the sun beats down on you
I'm back on dry land and all I can ever want is you
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Good Boy
03:31
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Tell me I'm the only one who can turn you on
Even though we always ride around with your feelings off
Tell me I'm the only one who can light your fire
Even though the way that you act, makes my matches tired
I can be your Good Boy, I can be your Good Boy
You make me a bad boy, you make me a bad boy
Love me like you should boy, love me like you should boy
Love me do, oh
I can be your Good Boy, I can be your Good Boy
You make me a bad boy, you make me a bad boy
Love me like you should boy, love me like you should boy,
Love me do, like I love you
Tell me I'm the only one who can make you scream
When we're lying underneath the sheets and you're not being mean
I want to be in your world just like you are mine
Although lately you've been dropping hints that I'm not your kind
I love you
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Caleb De Casper Austin, Texas
Caleb De Casper is Austin's prevailing rock and roll glamour boy. A texas-based songwriter/touring musician and
performing/recording artist.
A classically- trained pianist and vocalist who can be found regularly performing a mixture of solo horror cabaret shows and full-band theatrical glam rock shows in the Red River district of downtown Austin, or across the United States on tour.
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