Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Souvenirs, artist - Meat Loaf. Date of issue: 15.09.2016
Song language: English
Souvenirs |
| Baby, I think it’s over |
| The end is finally near |
| Don’t wanna talk about it anymore |
| I see it all so clear |
| So pack your bags and move on out |
| There ain’t nothing for you here |
| I think you know it’s over, too |
| So why not disappear? |
| Wait a minute, baby |
| What’s that you say? |
| You really don’t think it’s fair |
| To send you outside into the cold, cold night |
| Oh, you poor, poor girl |
| Well, I don’t really care |
| ‘Cause you’ve been cold to me so long |
| I’m cryin' icicles instead of tears |
| So pack your bags and move on out |
| There ain’t nothin' for you here |
| Baby, I know it’s over |
| I got a last idea |
| Don’t want to leave you empty-handed |
| Well, I agree that wouldn’t be fair |
| Take along a little something to remember me by |
| A little something to show that I cared |
| Step right out, you poor little girl |
| Step right out, you poor little girl |
| Step right out, you poor little girl |
| Take your souvenirs |
| Step right out, you poor little girl |
| Step right out, you poor little girl |
| Step right out, you poor little girl |
| You take your souvenirs |
| Step right out, you poor, poor girl |
| Take your souvenirs |
| Take my heart, drain it dry |
| I don’t blame you now |
| ‘Cause I know you really tried |
| Take my soul, you can have my mind |
| But you’re never gonna get your hands on my love |
| ‘Cause it’s mine, mine — all mine |
| Take my master |
| You can have my slave |
| When I’m dead and buried alive |
| You can always take my grave |
| Take my body |
| Well, I know you really think it’s fine |
| But you’re never gonna get your hands on my love |
| Because it’s mine, mine — all mine |
| Tell me right now |
| Who’s playing this game |
| And which side do I choose? |
| I’m going down, down |
| And I’m spinning around |
| Is there anyone I can accuse? |
| What are the odds? |
| Or do I win or lose? |
| Oh baby |
| Please, sir, by the way, sir |
| May I be excused? |
| Take my sorrow |
| I’m running out of joy |
| When you’re tired of playing with yourself |
| You can always take my toys |
| Take my baby |
| Show her a real good time |
| You always were a super dad |
| But as a lover you were less than fine |
| Take my jewels |
| Well, I know you love to see them shine |
| But you’re never gonna get your hands on my love |
| Because it’s mine, mine — all mine |
| Tell me right now |
| Who’s playing this game |
| And which side do I choose? |
| I’m going down, down |
| And I’m spinning around |
| Is there anyone I can accuse? |
| What are the odds? |
| Or do I win or lose? |
| Oh baby |
| Please, sir, by the way, sir |
| May I be excused? |
| I don’t wanna play with you no more |
| (I don’t wanna play with you no more) |
| I don’t wanna play with you no more |
| I don’t wanna play with you no more |
| I don’t wanna play with you no more |
| Step right out, you poor little girl |
| Step right out, you poor little girl |
| Step right out, you poor little girl |
| You take your souvenirs |
| Step right out, you poor little girl |
| Step right out, you poor little girl |
| Step right out, you poor little girl |
| Take your souvenirs |
| Step right out, you poor little girl |
| Step right out, you poor little girl |
| Step right out, you poor little girl |
| You take your souvenirs |
| Step right out, you poor little girl |
| Step right out, you poor little girl |
| Step right out, you poor little girl |
| Take your souvenirs |
| Step right out, you poor, poor girl… |