Most Of All - The Best Of Deborah Harry

When i met you in the restaurant you could tell i was no debutante.
You asked me what's my pleasure, "a movie or a measure"?
I'll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreaming.
Dreaming is free.
I don't want to live on charity.
Pleasure's real or is it fantasy?
Reel to reel is living rarity.
People stop and stare at me, we just walk on by; we just keep on dreaming.
Feet feet: walking a two mile.
Meet meet: meet me at the turnstile.
I never met him, i'll never forget him.
Dream dream: even for a little while.
Dream dream: filling up an idle hour.
Fade away, radiate.
I sit by and watch the river flow.
I sit by and watch the traffic go.
Imagine something of your very own; something you can have and hold.
I'd build a road in gold just to have some dreaming.
Dreaming is free.

Toe to toe, dancing very close.
Body breathing almost comatose.
Wall to wall, people hypnotized.
And they're stepping lightly.
Hang each night, in rapture.
Back to back, sacroiliac.
Spineless movement and a wild attack.
Face to face, sightless solitude.
And it's finger popping.
Twenty four hour shopping in rapture.
Fab five freddy told me everybody's fly.
D.j. spinning, i said, "my, my."
Flash is fast, flash is cool.
Francois, c'est pas flashe non due.
And you don't stop, sure shot.
Go out to the parking lot.
And you get in your car and drive real far.
And you drive all night and then you see a light.
And it comes right down and it lands on the ground.
And out comes the man from mars.
And you try to run but he's got a gun.
And he shoots you dead and he eats your head.
And then you're in the man from mars.
You go out at night eating cars.
You eat cadillacs, lincolns too.
Mercurys and subaru.
And you don't stop.
You keep on eating cars.
Then when there's no more cars you go out at night
And eat up bars where the people meet.
Face to face.
Dance cheek to cheek.
One to one.
Man to man.
Dance toe to toe.
Don't move too slow 'cause the man from mars is through with cars.
He's eating bars.
Yeah, wall to wall.
Door to door.
Hall to hall.
He's gonna eat 'em all.
Rapture.
Be pure.
Take a tour through the sewer.
Don't strain your brain.
Paint a train.
You'll be singing in the rain.
Said don't stop to the punk rock.
Man to man, body muscular.
Sismic decibel by the jugular.
Wall to wall, tea time technology and a digital ladder.
No sign of bad luck in rapture.

Well now you see what you wanna be.
Just have your party on t.v.
'cause the man from mars won't eat up bars where the t.v's on.
And now he's gone back up to space where he won't have a hassle with the human race.
And you hip hop.
And you don't stop.
Just blast off, sure shot.
'cause the man from mars stopped eating cars
And eating bars
And now he only eats guitars.
Get up!

I know a girl from a lonely street, cold as ice cream, but still as sweet.
Dry your eyes, sunday girl.
Hey, i saw your guy with a different girl.
Looks like he's in another world.
Run and hide, sunday girl.
Hurry up, hurry up and wait.
I stay away all week and still i wait.
I got the blues.
Please come see what your lovin means to me.
She can't catch up with the working crowd.
The weekend mood and she's feeling proud.
Live in dreams, sunday girl.
"baby, i would like to go out tonight".
"if i go with you my folks'll get uptight".
Stay at home, sunday girl.
H

(heypsst psst, here she comes now.)
Oh, you know her.
Would ya look at that hair!
Yeah, you know her,
Check out those shoes.
She looks like she stepped out of the middle of somebody's blues.
She looks like the sunday comics!
She thinks she's brenda starr.
Her nose job is real atomic...
All she needs is an old knife scar!
Ehhh, she's so dull, come on rip her to shreds.
She's so dull, come on rip her to shreds.
Oh, you know her, "miss groupie supreme"!
Yeah, you know her, "vera vogue" on parade.
Red eye shadow!
Green mascara!
Yuck.
She's too much.
She looks like she don't know better.
A case of partial extreme.
Dressed in a robert hall sweater.
Acting like a soap opera queen...
Ehhh, she's so dull, come on rip her to shreds.
She's so dull, come on rip her to shreds.
She got the nerve to tell me she's not "on it"
But her expression is too serene...
Yeah, she looks like she washes with comet!
Always looking to create a scene...
Ehhh, she's so dull, come on rip her to shreds.
She's so dull, come on rip her to shreds.
She's so dull.
Rip her to shreds!
Oh, you know her, "miss groupie supreme".
Yeah, you know her, "vera vogue" on parade.
Yeah, you know her, with the fish eating grin...
She's so dull.
Yeah, she got the nerve to tell me!
Huh, she's so... dull...
Yeah, there she goes now.
She making out with king kong!
She take her boat to hong kong.
Well, bye bye sugar!
And not a minute too soon.

I'm in the phone booth, it's the one across the hall.
If you don't answer, i'll just ring it off the wall.
I know he's there, but i just had to call.
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone.
I heard your mother, now she's going out the door.
Did she go to work or just go to the store?
All those things she said, i told you to ignore.
Oh why can't we talk again?
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone.
It's good to hear your voice, you know it's been so long.
If i don't get your calls then everything goes wrong.
I want to tell you something you've known all along.
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone.
I had to interrupt and stop this conversation.
Your voice across the line gives me a strange sensation.
I'd like to talk when i can show you my affection.
Oh i can't control myself!
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone.
Hang up and run to me! oh!

Color me your color, baby.
Color me your car.
Color me your color, darling.
I know who you are.
Come up off your color chart.
I know where you're coming from.
Call me on the line.
Call me, call me any anytime.
Call me, my love, you can call me any day or night.
Call me!
Cover me with kisses, baby.
Cover me with love.
Roll me in designer sheets.
I'll never get enough.
Emotions come, i don't know why.
Cover up love's alibi.
Call me on the line.
Call me, call me any anytime.
Call me oh my love.
When you're ready we can share the wine.
Call me.
Ooh, he speaks the languages of love.
Ooh, amore, chiamami (chiamami).
Oo, appelle-moi, mon cherie (appelle-moi).
Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, anyway!
Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, any day, anyway!
Call me my love.
Call me, call me any anytime.
Call me for a ride.
Call me, call me for some overtime.
Call me my love.
Call me, call me in a sweet design.
Call me, call me for your lover's lover's alibi.
Call me on the line.
Call me, call me any anytime..
Call me.
Oh, call me, ooh ooh ah.
Call me my love.
Call me, call me any anytime.