Lyrics:
from the heart
Can't call up Gable
If the song comes from the heart!
H-E-A-R-T!
Clark Gable, Fairbanks, Maureen O'Sullivan
Fantasy would fill my life and I
Love fantasy so much
Did you see in the morning light
I really talked, yes
When you want to
You are able to make me feel that Iâ??m Clark Gable
Then next minute you make me feel
Iâ??m something from the zoo
First you
And you're no Clark Gable yourself.
But that's all right.
Don't worry about me, I'll recover.
Time is a great healer.
But in the future if we should
Even Gable had me to tea
But now I'm broken hearted
Can't get started with you
You're so supreme
The lyrics I write of you
Dream, dream, day
When you want to
You are able to make me feel that I'm Clark Gable
Then next minute you make me feel
I'm something from the zoo
First you warm
kids were born last Friday
Sex marches on sex, S-E-X, marches on
Glasses across the table
Drink till the break of dawn
To Robert Taylor and Clark Gable
The Wind
A black Clark Gable, doin 90 in the Lexus sport a fat cable
Never hold nothing back, I get the stress of my chest
Fell this so all
Young, Ameche and Gable
Are all as fine as mountain sable
You may not be classed with the elite
And you may not be hip to that jive-like foot, an' all
Can't call up Gable
If the song comes from the heart!
H-e-a-r-t!
What I'd give
What I'd dare
Just to live one day out there
Out there among the millers and the weavers and their wives
Through the roofs and gables I can
out to be me?
Oh, where does it go?
The good Lord only knows
It seem like it was just the other day
I was down at Green Gables
Yeah, hoggin' 'em
Even Gable had me to tea
But now I'm broken hearted
Can't get started with you
You're so supreme
The lyrics I write of you
Dream, dream, day
that you ain't shit to Slick Rick
Though you pretend to be glory
I'm number one, that's the end of the story
The black Clark Gable leave you numb
"run, are-run" "run, are-run"
[Slick Rick]
Are, you, ready? "run"
The fact is, mack caught cable in an actress
and really is the black Clark Gable
What the hell happened to me?
What the hell happened
I wish I knew
What the hell happened
Not so much I can do
Got Gable and Lombard
For a mom
don't tell me that I made it
Only relatively famous in the midst of a tornado
Misfitted, I'm Clark Gable, I'm not stable, abrasive as fuck
And they all
up Groucho
Come on Gable
Bring on Hitchcock and let's get Wilde
Come on Gershwin
Let's call Porter
Maybe Duke could show some style
Call up
the parquet
And the lights u sprey white slanting past the microwave
Knuckles to eyeballs and elbows on the table
Spend the day gazing from your winter gable
me
He was Poitier and Gable all rolled into one man
A Marlon Brando voice, played me to his hand
Sweet words not just saccharin
But the pure
out to be me?
Oh, where does it go?
The good Lord only knows
It seem like it was just the other day
I was down at Green Gables
Yeah, hoggin' 'em
Clark Gable, honey, cable
You can build and build
Yeah, take MySpace
You can digest, digest
You never see me place
I've been here, I've been there
promised land
MGM studios can't make the nut
They're auctioning Dorothy's shoes
Gable is gone, the good witch is a slut
And I've got the parking-lot
promised land
MGM studios can't make the nut
They're auctioning Dorothy's shoes
Gable is gone, the good witch is a slut
And I've got the parking-lot
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