A Little Time - The Beautiful South

It takes a little time sometimes To get your feet back on the ground It takes a little time sometimes To get the Titanic turned back around It takes a little sometimes But baby, you're not going down It takes more than you got right now Give it, give it time What's this walking through my door I know I've seen the look before Sometimes on faces in the street And sometimes in the mirror, looking back at me You can't fix this pain with money You can't rush a weary soul You can't sweep it under the rug, now, honey It don't take a lot to know It takes a little time sometimes To get your feet back on the ground It takes a little time, sometimes To get the Titanic turned back around It takes a little sometimes But baby, you're not going down It takes more than you got right now Give it, give it time Yeah, give it time But it may not be over by morning Rome wasn't built in a day You can name that thing a thousand times And it won't make it go away Let me put my arms around you And hold you while weep We've been talking, and you know what, I'm sick of this talk It's nothing that won't keep It takes a little time, sometimes To get your feet back, on the ground It takes a little time, sometimes To turn the Titanic around It takes a little sometimes But baby, you're not going down It takes more than you got right now Give it, give it time It takes a little more time, more time (Turn the Titanic around) Turn it around, around, around (Baby, you're not going down) Takes a little time sometime You can't fix this pain with money You can't rush a weary soul You can't sweep it under the rug, now, honey It don't take a lot to know It takes a little time, sometimes To get your feet back, on the ground It takes a little time, sometimes To turn the Titanic around It takes a little sometimes But baby, you're not going down You got things to think of now So give it, give it time Give it, give it time

(One, two) Stop lovin' me A little at a time Let me lose you A little at a time Just walk away slow Like you don't wanna go Leave me A little at a time For my benefit Try and cry a little bit For old times' sake Give me a slow heartbreak I'll put up a fight, but I'll be alright If you stop loving me A little at a time Hurt me A little at a time Turn me away A little at a time Just walk away slow Like you don't wanna go Leave me A little at a time For my benefit Try and cry a little bit For old times' sake Give me a slow heartbreak I'll put up a fight, but I'll be alright If you stop loving me A little at a time A little at a time A little at a time A little at a time

I cherish every moment that you're around I might not show it 'cause I can't find words to say I try to say I love you, but I get tongue tied I start to raise a word and fail in every way I wish you would stay longer (just a lickle longer) Bright up my life like Disney World woahah (see yah) I wish you would stay longer (To make me stronger and stronger) But just like magic you were gone See yah, woman just a lickle more time Could you stay in a mi world I want you brighten a mi life A make it glisten like pearl Just a lickle more time Could you stay inna mi world I want you brighten a mi life A make it glisten like... You're a nice and decent well brought up girl Be the pillar to my castle The mistress to my world Lighten up my life cause You're no shy shy girl I wan you, open your life And give me full control I wish you would stay longer (just a lickle longer) Bright up my life like Disney World woahah (See yah, merry go round) I wish you would stay longer (don't disappear) But just (stay right here) like magic you were gone (I sing) you were gone (eh eh) With a zig and a zag A disappearing act Gone out a mi life And a how she come back So much things to say So much much things to chat Hand pon yer leg And mi mind pon yer? Just a likle more time Could you stay in a mi world Want you brighten a mi life A make it glisten like pearl Lickle more time Wan you [?] in a mi world Want you brighten a mi life A make it glisten like pearl I could not ask for more (eh eh) When ever you're in town (see yah) Situation gets serious (and wha) I feel my knees begin to shake Hearts beating out of rhythm Glad its no DR's case Must get my act together To lose you would be sucha waste I wish you would stay longer (if even fi a minute) Bright up my life like Disney World I wish you would stay longer girl But just like magic you were gone (come back) Oh Honey you're gone (eh eh) (You bring sorrow to mi heart And sadness to mi face Trembling from mi hip? Go down straight to mi waist And when you... Mash up mi heart an a Mash up mi place an a Step in a hurry and Move inna haste So much things to say I wanna tell it to yer face But I can't find the words To fit the perfect space Just a likle more time Could you stay in a mi world I want you brighten a mi life A make it glisten like pearl Likle more time Woman stay in a mi world I wan you brighten up my life and make it glisten like... 'Cause she's a nice and decent Well brought up girl Be the pillow? to my castle? The mistress to my world Brighten up my life cause You are no shy shy girl What's a lickle more time? Could you stay in a mi world I want you brighten up mi life A make it glisten like pearl Lickle more time Could you stay in a mi world I want you brighten up mi life A make it glisten like pearl Lickle more time

They could be fat or could be thin They could be black, they could be white Tell me who is knocking at the Knocking shop door tonight Not much a girl can do but open or close Those things are above doors Not much legs can do but open or close Those things are above us whores So imagine a mirror Bigger than the room it was placed in Imagine my wish for a future that cannot hold my wish Imagine the want to hold a rod that cannot hold the fish Imagine a rod that cannot hold the fish They could be lonely or could be bust They could be tack, they could be real They do have feelings, but just right now I feel A feminine receptacle, that's just what I am Those things are above us whores Just the best target practice, for a misguided man Those things are above us whores So imagine a mirror Bigger than the room it was placed in Imagine my wish for a future that cannot hold my wish Imagine the want to hold a rod that cannot hold the fish Imagine a rod that cannot hold the fish (Not much a girl can do) la la, la la (But open or close) ooh, la la la, la la la (Not much legs can do) da la (But open or close) Those things are above us whores (Not much a girl can do but open or close) Whores, whores, whores, whores (Not much legs can do but open or close) Those things are above us whores (Not much a girl can do but open or close)

(Ramones) They're forming in straight line They're going through a tight wind The kids are losing their minds The Blitzkrieg Bop They're piling in the back seat They're generating steam heat Pulsating to the back beat The Blitzkrieg Bop Hey ho, let's go Shoot 'em in the back now What they want, I don't know They're all reved up and ready to go They're forming in a straight line They're going through a tight wind The kids are losing their minds The Blitzkrieg Bop They're piling in the back seat They're generating steam heat Pulsating to the back beat The Blitzkrieg Bop Hey ho, let's go Shoot 'em in the back now What they want, I don't know They're all reved up and ready to go They're forming in a straight line They're going through a tight wind The kids are losing their minds The Blitzkrieg Bop They're piling in the back seat They're generating steam heat Pulsating to the back beat The Blitzkrieg Bop Hey ho, let's go Shoot 'em in the back now What they want, I don't know They're all reved up and ready to go The Blitzkrieg Bop The Blitzkrieg Bop The Blitzkrieg Bop

Everybody's talking at me I can't hear a word they're saying Only the echoes of my mind People stopping, staring I can't see their faces Only the shadows of their eyes I'm going where the sun keeps shining Through the pouring rain Going where the weather Suits my clothes Backing off of the Northeast wind And sailing on the summer breeze Tripping over the ocean Like a stone Oh, oh, whoa-oh Whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh oh, oh-oh Oh, oh la-la la I'm going where the sun keeps shining Through the pouring rain Going where the weather Suits my clothes Backing off of the Northeast wind And sailing on the summer breeze Jumping over the ocean Like a stone (like a stone) Everybody's talking at me Ooh, ooh ooh-ooh ooh-ooh Whoa, whoa, whoa Hey Da, da, da

(Heaton/Rotheray) Like the contents of your handbag You don't know why it's there People ask you where you're heading You just answer "anywhere" We don't mean to be this vague It just happens that we are No-one asked us to elaborate We just shrug our shoulders and be And like the stories that just happened No-one thought of, no-one planned We could have ruled, we could have conquered Then we could have been a man We could be ex-husband We could be ex-wife But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life Alone, alone Half an hour is seven hours One day is several months Alone, alone A month is a calendar A year can be a decade spent Alone He knows "hello" in eighteen languages "I love you" in only one By the time he's got his phrase-book The chance is usually gone And we feel ourselves quite prepared But quite prepared for what We always took the lead Before we actually knew the plot And you can tell where we've been shopping By the bags beneath our eyes Make-up shoulders burden But the smile never lies We could be ex-husband We could be ex-wife But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life Alone, alone Half an hour is seven hours One day is several months Alone, alone A month is a calendar A year can be a decade spent Alone So empty at the airport You don't set off the doors We used to feel like chorus girls And now we feel like whores Hearts built like reservoirs Words built like dams Thoughts built like juggernauts Our actions built like prams And when the wind blows into our face We should be warmer and not colder Well, what price the charges On this cargo that we shoulder We could be ex-husband We could be ex-wife But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life Alone, alone Half an hour is seven hours One day is several months Alone, alone A month is a calendar A year can be a decade spent Alone And we only smoke when bored So we do two packs a day And we've lost the difference Between bored and lonely anyway