1.In These Shoes
i once met a man with a sense of adventure
He was dressed to trill
Wherever he went he said
'let's make love on a mountain top
Under the stars, on a big hard rock'
I said, 'in these shoes？ what is this, the peace corps？'
I said, 'honey, let's do it here'
So we're sitting at a bar in guadalajara
In walks a guy with a faraway look in his eyes
He says, 'i got a powerful horse outside
Climb on the back, i'll take you for a ride
I know a little place
We can get there 'fore the break of day'
I said 'in these shoes？
No way jose'
I said 'honey, let's stay right here
No le guta caminar
No puede montar a caballo
Como se puede bailar
Es un escandalo
Then i met an englishman
'oh,' he said, 'are you american？'
'won't you walk up and down on my spine
It makes me feel strangely alive'
I said, 'in these shoes？
Oh, i doubt you'd survive'
I said, 'honey, let's do it'
No le gusta caminar
No puede montar a caballo
Como se puede bailar
Es un escandalo
2.Moses
diamonds...
Roses
I need...moses
To cross this sea of loneliness
Part this red river of pain
Ha! i don't neccessarily buy
Any key to the future or happiness
But i need a little place in the sun sometimes
Or i think i'll die
Everywhere is somewhere
And nowhere is near
Everybody got somebody with their wine and their beer
But i'm a tragic figure in the corner over here
With an empty apartment
And a best friend who is...queer
Everytime i see him, he smiles
And tells me how well he's walking these miles
But he never ever asks a single thing about me
If i died, he'd hear about it eventually
Diamonds...
Roses...
I need...moses
To cross this sea of loneliness
Part this red river of pain
Cause everywhere is somewhere
And nowhere is near
Everybody got somebody with their wine and their beer
But i'm just a tragic figure in the corner over here
With some bills and in the mailbox
And some checks that won't clear...
This year...
Do...do do
Do...do do
Do...do do
Do...do do
Cause everywhere is somewhere and nowhere is near
Everybody got somebody with their wine and their beer
But i'm just a tragic figure in the corner over here
Who'll sleep it off 'til morning and still not know that
we're...
We're all just diamonds
And roses
I need...moses
To cross this sea of loneliness
Part this red river of pain
To cross this sea of loneliness
Part this red river of....pain
La la la
La la la
La la la
Doo dooo
Doo dooo
La la la la la la la la la
La la la
Doo dooo
Doo dooo
La la la la la la la la la
Doo dooo
3.That's How Heartaches Are Made
that's how heartaches are made
That's how heartaches are made
They told me i was such a fool to love you
They said that you're the kind who'd never be true
Pretty soon the day would come
When i'd be the sorry one
But i said that i'm not afraid
Well, that's how heartaches are made
That's how heartaches are made
I went ahead and my heart opened the door
I gave you so much love
No one could love more
You pretended to be mine
How could you be so unkind
With all the other girls you play
Well, that's how heartaches are made
That's how heartaches are made
I know you're not sincere and you'll never be
But still i want those kisses so desperately
I could never let you go, baby even though i know
Every rule in love you disobeyed
Well, that's how heartaches are made
That's how heartaches are made
4.God Help The Outcasts
鐘樓怪人片尾曲
Lyrics：Stephen Schwartz
Music：Alan Menken
'I don't know if You can hear me or if You're even there.
I don't know if You will listen to a humble prayer.
They tell me I am just an outcast, I shouldn't speak to You.
Still I see Your face and wonder, were You once an outcast too？
God help the outcasts, hungry from birth.
Show them the mercy they don't find on earth.
The lost and forgotten, they look to You still.
God help the outcasts or nobody will.
I ask for nothing, I can get by.
But I know so many less lucky than I.
God help the outcasts, the poor and downtrod
I thought we all were the children of God.
I don't know if there's a reason why some are blessed, some not.
Why the few You seem to favor
They fear us, flee us, try not to see us.
God help the outcasts, the tattered, the torn
Seeking an answer to why they were born.
Winds of misfortune have blown them about.
You made the outcasts, don't cast them out.
The poor and unlucky, the weak and the odd,
I thought we all were the children of God.'
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