I have just one regret in life:
that chance I wasted when you said goodbye.
And to be honest, at the time,
though I could see, I must have been blind.
Oh what I'd give to have you back,
relive those moments once again,
I'd take your hand and we would fly,
Just you and me, my love and I.

There's nothing in the world that I'd like more
than to be left standing outside your door,
where perhaps I might be asked to come in.
There I could very easily demonstrate
of what now appears to be my fate,
you see I'm hooked on something
and it's not heroin.
Oh, I just can't get enough of you.
No, I can't get enough. What am I gonna do?
I've tried every trick in the book that's going,
now I've decided that they're not worth knowing,
my predicament is as simple as this:
I'm not satisfied, and the reason is
I just can't get enough of you.

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Once in a while, out of the blue,
I might appear somewhat rude,
but don't be alarmed or get upset.
Just say to yourself "This I'll forget".
When I come home after being away
it might do me good just to hear you say:
"Darlin' don't move an inch, keep perfectly still,
now do with me what you will."

What's in a kiss?
Have you ever wondered just what it is?
More perhaps than just a moment of bliss?
Tell me what's in a kiss.
What's in a dream?
Is it all the things you'd like to have been?
All the places that you haven't yet seen?
Tell me what's in a dream.

Clair, the moment I met you
I swear, I felt as if something somewhere
had happened to me
which I couldn't see
And then, the moment I met you again,
I knew in my heart that we were friends,
it had to be so
it couldn't be no
But try as hard as I might do, I don't know why
you get to me in a way I can't describe.
Words mean so little when you look up and smile.

Once I was hailed as a prodigal son.
In other words, loved by everyone.
Now it's so different:
wherever I go, nobody wants to know.
Tried having meetings. Running about.
Same as I did when I started out.
Now though, it's different: wherever I go, nobody wants to know.

When I'm drinking my Bonaparte shandy
eating more than enough apple pies
will I glance at my screen
and see real human beings
starve to death right in front of my eyes?
Nothing old, nothing new, nothing ventured,
nothing gained, nothing stillborn or lost,
nothing further than proof, nothing wilder than youth,
nothing older than time, nothing sweeter than wine,
nothing physically recklessly hopelessly blind,
nothing I couldn't say
Nothing. Why? 'Cos today nothing rhymed

I know that you've enjoyed all the good things money's given to you
and that to have to live without them is not an easy thing to do.
You take great pride in your appearance, all of which is second-to-none,
and I can understand how you're feeling when you see yourself growing old,
the man you love is never there to hold.
But bear with me just a little bit longer.
Honey, won't you bear with me, and I guarantee you that our love will grow stronger.
Bear with me just a little bit longer. Honey, won't you bear with me?

I have not a girl that's mine
I have not a friend
I have not got a place to live
Indeed it seems the end
But it ain't, for me
as I've got myself, which matters most
throughout the life I lead.
I have not a penny in my pocket, and if soon I should be found just as badly broken
I won't gloom
cos it ain't, for me
as I've got myself which matters most
throughout the life I lead