The Things That
She Does by: Ralph
Conte Copyright 2004
She is just
like a princess
She has so many
interests
Yes, she knows,
what is fun
And she moves
on
She is always
so tender
Loves everything
that I send her
And I tell her
how, much I love
The things that
she does
It is just our
intention
To give each
other attention
Every night,
when we get home
Our love keeps
on growin
I just can’t
wait to see her
And every time
that I meet her
I tell her how,
much I love
The things that
she does
I used to be
more or less all alone, ‘til she came to me like a dream filled with hope
It was late
in the evening
While I was
silently sleeping
I woke up for
a call
Now I heard
it all
She called to
say that she missed me
And how she
wanted to kiss me
So I told her
how, much I love
The things that
she does
Yes I, tell
her how, much I love
The things that
she does
Out There
by: Ralph Conte Copyright 2000
Well there’s something for everybody out there
They could put headlights, on your rocking chair
You could put pink hearts, on your underwear
You could put any color in your body hair
You can look at a picture of the rising sun
Take a look out your window, and see the people run
You can look into the shadows of your favorite bum
He can talk about the days he had that used to be fun
Now there’s something that you need, and you need it fast
You don’t have to wait anymore if you got the cash
In two or three weeks you put it out with the trash
Just when you thought you found something that was gonna last
There’s something for everybody out there
You can buy a machine to filter out your cares
With electric windows, and factory air
And leather bucket seats for the millionaire
You can go to a school to be the president
And sit around and guess what other people meant
When they wrote a thousand years ago in wet cement
That you don’t have to worry if you don’t have a cent
Well I’d give you a clue, if I thought it would help
But you’re probably like me, you got to learn for yourself
So pick out any bottle that you see on the shelf
And tell me when you’re finished if you’re somebody else
Yeah there’s something for everyone this year
When the sky is dark, and the air is clear
You can play the songs that you want to hear
And see the full moon smile at you from ear to ear
How It Tasted
by: Ralph Conte
Copyright 2004
Don’t know how I got on this road, don’t know how I got here
Just took a few wrong turns back there, when my memory disappeared
The time I spend retracing steps is always wasted
But it’s so hard to let it go, when I remember how it tasted
The days go by so slow, as I try to find the open road
But I keep on making turns while my tires screech and the rubber burns
The time I spend retracing steps is always wasted
But it’s so hard to let it go, when I remember how it tasted
So I’ll just keep on walking, till I find where I belong,
I’ll know I’m a getting close when another lover comes along
The time I spend retracing steps is always wasted
But it’s so hard to let it go, when I remember how it tasted
Confusion
by: Ralph Conte
Copyright 2004
Always, so much confusion
They say it’s all illusion
So much confusion, does it matter when?
Salesmen call me on the phone, they bother me at home
They call me Mr. Jones, they don’t even know my name
I tell them he’s not here, I try to make it clear
I try to say good-bye, but they keep on asking why
It’s just always, so much confusion
What happened to the union?
Always so much confusion
I try to read the news, but the newspaper views
Can never satisfy, no matter how they try
They say democracy, but in reality
It means just wait and see, it’s all the same to me
It’s just, so much confusion
What happened to the union
Always so much confusion
You’re with me all the time, you’re always on my mind
I was so lucky to find, such a lovely girl like you
But there’s, so much confusion
What happened to the music?
Is there a solution?
