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![]() There is nothing like hearing an exciting band performing your song in front of a packed house. Unless it's getting a check in the mail for the radio play! I'll always be grateful that these guys turned You Make Me into a local hit. Of course you know what the Stones said about that sort of thing- it's the singer. R.I.P. Sammy. ![]() Sitting up in bed Window letting rain in on my head Hope I can slip out Before the landlord comes to take my rent And I know that I should go to work today But I'm walking through the rain to see you Anyway You You make me You You make me You You make me Just one glass of wine I feel like I've had too much to drink Acting like a fool When I'm with you I can hardly think I feel just like a puppet on a string You call me on the phone and I drop Everything You You make me You You make me You You make me I stumble on my feet You make my life complete I go out of my mind You make me everytime What can I do, what can I say? It's 'cause of you I act this way You You make me You You make me You You make me |