Try This For Sighs Lyrics By Adam Ant

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
I call round your house
I try on your phone but you cry
Leave me alone leave me alone
I like your face you dig my eyes
Come on now honey try this for sighs
And if a push comes to a shove
And we have to call it love then
Baby I'll do it
Baby I'll do it
I don't drive no rig
I don't need no car so you cry
Leave me alone leave me alone
I like your face you dig my eyes
Come on now honey try this for sighs
I don't want no lip
I can smell your lies when you cry
Leave me alone leave me alone
You like my face I dig your thighs
Scrap that honey try this for sighs

Amazon Lyrics By Adam Ant

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
Just stay out of my face
And get out of this place
Stop pulling my string
If you want a nice face
Boy
None so dull as spoken word
Things like "girls be seen not heard"
And when she fights you back
Don't call her Amazon
Be very quiet,
Nothing to say
Talk like a nice boy
And you'll be O.K.
You dig
A slice of heaven is what you are
Said Mary Joe in her little car
A slice of heaven is what you are
Now sensual big ladies are
Stranger in town
Plenty of cash
But you're in the wrong place friend
If you want to be flash
Dig it
The sweetest girl I ever knew
Was six feet four with eyes of blue
She's so wonderful
Don't call her Amazon
A slice of heaven is what you are
Said Mary Joe in her sports car
Such a darling child
Don't call her Amazon
A-M-A-Z-O-N

Something Girls Lyrics By Adam Ant

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
Every girl is a something girl
Every girl is a something girl
Every girl is a something girl
She's got something
Every girl is a something girl
Every girl has a somehing smile
Every girl is a something girl
For a while
If I had three wishes I know mine
I would not ask the stars to shine
I wouldn't ask for gems or pearls
I'd ask for the something girls
Every girl is a something girl
From the whites of her eyes
To the tip of a curl
Every girl sends a something boy
With that something
When this old world won't treat you right
You're not feeling yourself tonight
Think of someone you can do
Relax and let that something through
Every girl is a something girl
She's got she's got something

Libertine Lyrics By Adam Ant

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
A word from her is worth ten from me
Her main concern is honesty
She beat the selfishness right out of me
The wild eyed child
She's my libertine
My only books were women's looks
And the more I read, the less I said
She wanted to search inside me
To find this so-called purity
She acts the films that I can't see
The wild eyed child
She's my libertine
She showed me the slim chance I'd got
And all the friendships baby, that I had not
Be sure she has the guts of three
The wild eyed child
She's my libertine
I know a girl she's got a lust for danger
Thinks being tough makes her the Lone Ranger
But when the chips are down it's loving she craves
She's just another Aphrodite slave

Here Comes The Grump Lyrics By Adam Ant

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
When you get a number one
The only way is down
And if you have a sticky patch
They start looking, start looking around
Listen close to what men say
Take what you want
And throw the rest away
When you get a number one
The only way is down
And if you have a sticky patch
They start looking, start looking around
In the night when things go bump
Think of me think
Here comes the grump, here comes the grump
Doctors said "Adam, sex kills"
So come inside and die

Bright Lights Black Leather Lyrics By Adam Ant

Adam Ant

There they go the buccaneers
Hand and hand in leather glove
So fast so crazy
With a creepy kind of love
Bright lights, black leather
Bright lights, black leather
Some towns make me anxious
Others sane but sad
But West Berlin's by far the strangest time
I ever had
All night town of punks and art
All saying look at me
Never seen so much black leather
Even on car hoods
Surrounded by East Germany
So
They want to know just who you are
Or how they can amuse you
Squatters freaks Mohicans
Or even a wall of voodoo
If I had to sum it up
Without sounding too clever
I'd have to say my life has been
A case of bright lights
Black leather

Vanity Lyrics By Adam Ant

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
I cannot speak of what I feel
And yet I feel so much
I know that woman's arms can heal me
Like an angel's touch
She says she likes the accent
She thinks it's so polite
I think she going to like it more
When we're alone tonight
She cannot speak of what she feels
And yet she feels so much
Except her lover's arms can heal her
Like an angel's touch
Money's money my little honey
A rich man's jokes are always funny
Build them walls but I'm coming through
Don't trouble trouble till it troubles you
Money's money my little honey
A rich man's jokes are always funny
Ring came off in heights of passion
Wear it now, and that's not fashion
You open up your heart heart behold
Another door slams shut
And tongues are not of steel
But take a look how deep they cut

Spanish Games Lyrics By Adam Ant

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
Now I don't go to much on names
No, I don't go to much on names
When there's spanish games
You can play if you want to
Always try to look our best
Frills and spanish dress
When we want to
She can be my matador
Chase me round the floor
When she wants to
Figures charge in burning red
Angels fear to tread
Should they want to
She can be my matador
Chase me round the floor
If she wants to
Never want to cruise about
Never bothered showing out
You only want to wear me out
No. I don't go to much on names
When there's spanish games
You can play if you want to

Piccadilly Lyrics By Adam Ant

Adam Ant/Andre Cymone

Down in Piccadilly down in West One
They dress like Laurence Harvey
The immaculate son
She looks good and lovely
A sight for all to see
With a voice you could get lost in
Eighteen.....
He's a practical man
Gonna catch you if he can
Down in Piccadilly down in West One
Drinking cups of coffee
In Fortnum and Mason
She looks good and lovely
Trained in luxury
With a voice you could get lost in
Eighteen.....
He's a practical man
Gonna catch you if he can
Lock up your daughters
Down in Piccadilly down in West One
If you're really lucky
You'll see Francis Bacon
He paints good and lovely
A sight for all to see
In a world you could get lost it
Eighty.....
Here they come here they come
Piccadilly West One
It's real what they feel
No doubt about it
Here they come here they come
Piccadilly West One
Get rich quick
And live to count it

Scorpio Rising Lyrics By Adam Ant

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
The Greek, the Gypsy, the Italian
And the Pole, took a look around
Chewed up the gauntlet,
Spat it out
Raised them to the ground
Scorpio rising
Scorpio rising
Scorpio rising
Scorpio rising
Four young men, greasy hair
Don't know zip
Leather jackets, big packets
Into it, into it.
Knock 'em dead sweetie, then sock four
My body, cha-cha, and orf
Four young men on big bad bikes
Ben Hur daddy argent!
Give me a flash of white white skin
Above the stocking part
Cool it with the jewels, appreciate
The world finest work of art.
Four young men a-come through hot
The last of the moccasins
Don't sit around with their chi-chi friends
And talk....