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My name is Johnny Grey,
It s just a name and I know that for you it s the same,
The world I know seems not to know me
Here s my number I need a call I m Johnny Grey.

My name is Johnny Grey,
It s just a name for you it s the same.
The world I know seems not to know me.
Here s my number I need a call.
Excuse me it s Johnny Grey,
not Tommy Day, my name s Johnny Grey.
I can t remember my phone number
All the calls I get are mistakes.
And I holler and make no noise.
As I said before,
my name is Johnny Grey.

My name is Johnny Grey
wont you play with me.

My name is Johnny Grey·­·­..

Johnny Grey

Excuse me,
Yeah my name is Johnny Grey.
Yeah of coarse it s just a name but for you it s the same.
You see the world I live in,
doesn t really seem to know me.
Here s my number,
wont you give me a call please.
My name is Johnny Grey.

My name is Johnny Grey·­·­

Every morning on the evening news
I hear the same ol story someone singing the blues
Disaster striking out and you re not ready
California quakes and the Midwest floods
See the hurricanes and the Malibu mud
Ice and snow, you know it drives you crazy

I hear the prophet of the modern day
Shouting out...

Oh yes I m guilty
For leasing myself out
Not ready to go up for sale
Can t seem to give it up
Stubborn, so selfish
I m showing off the worst in me

The return of Saturn
Assessing my life
Second guessing...

I m full of artificial...

What took you so long?
Thought you was coming right over here
(Mmmm)
Hold up, hold up
(Yeah baby)
Hold up
(I want you to taste me)
Trying to, uh, I said, damn
Hold up, is that what you wanted?

How can I love you tonight?
Oh baby I...

When...25:17
Understand
Tsukarehatete
Me wo tojite nemuru
Kimi no sono kami wo nadete

Feel me now
Yume no naka de
Kono kotoba wo kiite
Awai yoru ni madoromu

Time goes still
To share the moment
Let me in your dream

Good night girl
Have a dream
In my arms

Zutto koko ni iru yo

Understand
Tsukare hatete
Me wo tojite nemuru
Kimi no sono hoho ni furete

Feel me now
Yume...

You and your museum of lovers
The precious collection you ve housed in your covers
My simpleness threatened by my own admission

And the bags are much to heavy
In my insecure condition
My pregnant mind is fat full with envy again

But I still love to wash...