If Love Is a Red Dress (Hang Me in Rags) - Maria Mckee

My heart is empty

Your eyes are dull

Once we were hungry

Now we are full

These ties that bind us

Can't beat these chains

If love is shelter

I'm gonna walk in the rain

You were my angel

Now you are real

So like a stranger

Colder than steel

The morning after

No one should brag

If love is a red dress

Well hang me in rags

Oh well, there goes the fairytale

Lord, ain't it a shame

In all this comfort, I can't take the strain

If we played even

I'd be your queen

But someone was cheatin'

And it wasn't me

I played on the table

You held something back

If love is aces, gimme the jack

Girl, You'll Be a Woman Soon - Urge Overkill

Girl, you'll be a woman soon

I love you so much, can't count all the ways

I've died for you girl and all they can say is

"He's not your kind"

They never get tired of putting me down

And I'll never know when I come around

What I'm gonna find

Don't let them make up your mind

Don't you know girl

You'll be a woman soon

Please, come take my hand

Girl, you'll be a woman soon

Soon you'll need a man

I've been misunderstood for all of my life

But what they're saying girl it cuts like a knife

"The boy's no good"

Well I've finally found what I'm a-looking for

But if they get their chance they'll end it for sure

Surely would

Baby I've done all I could

Now it's up to you girl

You'll be a woman soon

Please, come take my hand

Girl, you'll be a woman soon

Soon you'll need a man

Girl, you'll be a woman soon

Please, come take my hand

Girl, you'll be a woman soon

Soon, but soon you'll need a man

Girl, you'll be a woman soon

Please, come take my hand

You Never Can Tell - Chuck Berry

It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well

You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle

And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell

"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "it goes to show you never can tell"

They furnished off an apartment with a 2-room Roebuck sale

The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and Ginger ale

But when Pierre found work, the little money comin' worked out well

"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "it goes to show you never can tell"

They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast

700 little records, all rock, rhythm and jazz

But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell

"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "it goes to show you never can tell"

They bought a souped-up jitney, was a cherry red '53

And drove it down to Orleans to celebrate their anniversary

It was there where Pierre was wedded to the lovely mademoiselle

"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "it goes to show you never can tell"

They had a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well

You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle

And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell

"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "it goes to show you never can tell"