You Got Me There Verse: We started out childhood friends Flyin’ kites, jumpin’ Dawson’s fence Lately, things are changin’ Our first kiss was the proof Then you said, “I bet you feel it too" Chorus: You got me there Right in the middle Deep down not Just a little but a lot In that part of my heart That loves you, I swear Oooo, oooo, oooo, you got me there Verse: Once again you’re tanglin’ up All my thoughts with your gentle touch You tell me that I’m wantin’ Your arms around me tight You wink and say you see it in my eyes Chorus Bridge: I said tell it to me straight you don’t wanna let me go You grab your heart and say girl don’t you know Chorus Chorus Tag: oooo, oooo, oooo, you got me there ©2013 Carol Coffey/Gerry Monks/Ashleigh Wehmeyer
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When You’ve Been Wronged Verse: He said he loved me, I bought it Compliments and kisses wouldn’t quit He moved on to blonder pastures, in a couple months Like a dead end road, that was the end of us Now I’m sittin’ at Mike’s Karaoke Bar Sippin’ wild turkey…Hey Mike, let’s start! Chorus: The best place for gettin’ right When you’ve been wronged Is Mike’s Karaoke bar Where you can belt out goodbye songs Like “I Hate Myself for Lovin’ You” Your friends can help you sing the blues The best place is Mike’s for getting’ right When you’ve been wronged Verse: I’m not lookin’ for answers Not throwin’ any blame ‘bout how things were This is where my movin’ on begins Just read the sign, no slow song after 10 It’s been hard on me but I’ve got no regrets One night here makes him easy to forget Repeat Chorus Bridge: One day he’s gonna see Like Ronnie said…there ain’t no getting’ over me Final Chorus: The best place for getting’ right When you’ve been wronged Is Mike’s Karaoke bar Where you can belt out goodbye songs Like “I’ve Got Better Things to Do” Your friends can sing along with you The best place is Mike’s for getting’ right When you’ve been wronged Tag: The best place is Mike’s for getting’ right When you’ve been wronged © 2007 by Carol Coffey, Gerry Monks, Ashleigh Wehmeyer
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CROSSING JEFFERSON Verse: She straps her kids into her rusted Cherokee Feels an achin’ in her soul, her hand fumbles for the keys Tears start fallin’, she can’t hold ‘em back The kids understand, they don’t even ask Wearin’ sun glasses in the dark She heads past McGee and Grand towards Southwest Boulevard Chorus: She crosses Walnut, then Main ‘Bout Broadway she gets to thinkin’ maybe her man will change He says he loves her, besides she’s got no place to go At Jefferson she turns around and drives back home Verse: Two weeks go by, he’s passed out on the couch She crawls to get her kids, wipes the blood from her mouth The fear in their eyes, scares her half to death They’re leavin’ with nothin’, while they still have somethin’ left She always blamed herself before Well, that guilt trip she was takin’, she ain’t takin’ no more 2nd Chorus: She crosses Walnut then Main ‘Bout Broadway she gets to thinkin’ maybe he’ll change He says he loves her, besides she’s got no place to go At Jefferson for a moment she goes slow Bridge: She presses on the gas, heads for somewhere new Whispers to herself, it’s what I have to do 3rd Chorus: Tired of coverin’ up the pain Made up her mind that man ain’t ever gonna change She knows she’s not in this alone, She’ll find someplace to go She wonders what the future holds Crosses Jefferson and keeps drivin’ down the road Copyright by Coffey/Masters/Monks
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Radio Talk I was hoping to escape for a little while So, I turned on the radio and spun the dial I was hoping for some music, maybe rock and roll Some classic oldies or some Motown® soul Well, you can just imagine my frustration As I kept on changing from station to station Just radio talk, radio talk, radio talk, radio talk, Radio…talk It’s a soapbox on the air where you have your say They’re not worried, ‘cause you’re on a seven-second delay Religion, sex and politics, futures and stocks You get the opportunity to hear yourself talk No more music on the air, just talk show clones Dialing one-eight-hundred-something on their cellular phones Just radio talk, radio talk, radio talk, radio talk, Radio…talk They’ve got solutions for the country’s economic woes And they’ll gladly tell the opposition where to go It’s a production in the guise of the freedom of speech To patronize all the listeners the network can reach Millions and millions across the nation Will be tuning in again, same time, same station Radio talk, radio talk, radio talk, radio talk, Radio…talk Copyright © 2005 by Gerry Monks
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Just Because Writers: Gary McKnight/Gerry Monks A1: I call you, late in the evening, Without any reason, don’t think I need to, I do it, Just Because. A2: Long lunch breaks, we meet at a café, I know what your friends say, they whisper and wonder, I do it, Just Because. B1: Just Because, you do cross my mind, 10,000 times every day, Just Because, I think it’s so fine, You wink and you smile in that way. A3: You might think, I’m yours for the taking, It’s just time that I’m making, Don’t think I need you, I do it, Just Because. B2: Just Because, It's not like I planned, My words become a cliché, Just Because, one touch of your hand, The rest of the world goes away. A4: I love you, yes I just said it, And I do not regret it, for so many reasons, And not Just Because. (C) 2020 by Gary McKnight/Gerry Monks
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