Blondie : Nothing Is Real But the Girl

Pop Rock / USA
(1999 - BMG Records)
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1. NOTHING IS REAL BUT THE GIRL

Some days are all Mondays.
Sort of time on ice.
It seems like jet planes on snowed in runways under clear Blue skies.
Who needs it?.

Nothing is real but the girl.
Nothing is real but her.

Money goes to money in a figure eight around me.
Money.
Who's gonna love me if I liquidate and drown me?

Nothing is real but the girl.
Nothing else feels solid.

We believe in love.
We believe in little things like Heaven up above and seven.
It's a lucky number!
We believe that something lives inside every thing there Is.
Don't think about it much.
I mean it.
I believe it.
I believe it.

Wind down.
Put your mind down like your missing school.
You'll teach her to find out while your dying in your Living room how much you need her.

Nothing is real but the girl.
Only her eyes are solid.
Nothing is real but her.
Nothing is real but the girl.


2. RIP HER TO SHREDS

Hey! Psst Psst! Here she comes now.
Oh, you know her, would you look at that hair
Yeah, you know her, check out those shoes
She looks like she stepped out of the middle of somebody's Blues.

She looks like the Sunday comics
She thinks she's Brenda Starr
Her nose job is real atomic
All she needs is an old knife scar.

Yeah, she's so dull, come on rip her to shreds
She's so dull, come on rip her to shreds.

Oh, you know her, "Miss Groupie Supreme"
Yeah, you know her, "Vera Vogue" on parade
Red eye shadow! Green mascara!
Yuck! She's too much.

She looks like she don't know better
A case of partial extreme
Dressed in a Robert Hall sweater
Acting like a soap opera queen.

Yeah, she's so dull, come on rip her to shreds
She's so dull, come on rip her to shreds.

She got the nerve to tell me she's not on it
But her expression is too serene
Yeah, she looks like she washes with Comet
Always looking to create a scene.

Yeah, she's so dull, come on rip her to shreds
She's so dull, come on rip her to shreds
She's so dull, Rip her to shreds.

Oh, you know her, "Miss Groupie Supreme"
Yeah, you know her, "Vera Vogue" on parade
Yeah, you know her, with the fish-eating grin
She's so dull.

Yeah, she got the nerve to tell me!
Huh, she's so dull
Yeah, there she goes now
She making out with King Kong
She take her boat to Hong Kong
Well, bye bye sugar
And not a minute too soon.


3. MARIA (LIVE)

She moves like she don't care
Smooth as silk, cool as air
Ooh it makes you wanna cry
She doesn't know your name
And your heart beats like a subway train
Ooh it makes you wanna die.

Ooh, don't you wanna take her?
Ooh, wanna make her all your own?.

Maria, you've gotta see her
Go insane and out of your mind
Regina, Ave Maria
A million and one candle lights.

I've seen this thing before
In my best friend and the boy next door
Fool for love and fool on fire.

Won't come in from the rain
She's oceans running down the drain
Blue as ice and desire.

Don't you wanna make her?
Ooh, don't you wanna take her home?.

Maria, you've gotta see her
Go insane and out of your mind
Regina, Ave Maria
A million and one candle lights.

Ooh, don't you wanna break her?
Ooh, don't you wanna take her home?.

She walks like she don't care
Walkin' on imported air
Ooh, it makes you wanna die.

Maria, you've gotta see her
Go insane and out of your mind
Regina, Ave Maria
A million and one candle lights.

Maria, you've gotta see her
Go insane and out of your mind
Regina, Ave Maria
A million and one candle lights.







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