Elton, Kiki, Both
Elton John
Don't go breaking my heart
Kiki Dee
I couldn't if I tried
Elton John
Oh honey, if I get restless
Kiki Dee
Baby, you're not that kind
Elton John
Don't go breaking my heart
Kiki Dee
You take the weight off your feet
Elton John
Oh honey, when you knock on my door
Kiki Dee
Ooh, I gave you my key
Both
Ooh, ooh! Nobody knows it
Elton John
But when I was down
Kiki Dee
I was your clown
Both
Ooh, ooh! Nobody knows it. Nobody knows (it)
Elton John
Right from the start
Kiki Dee
I gave you my heart. Oh, oh, I gave you my heart
Elton John
So don't go breaking my heart
Kiki Dee
I won't go breaking your heart
Both
Don't go breaking my heart
Elton John
Nobody told us
Kiki Dee
'cause nobody showed us
Elton John
Now it's up to us, babe
Kiki Dee
Oh, I think we can make it
Elton John
So don't misunderstand me
Kiki Dee
You put the light in my life
Elton John
Oh, you put the spark to the flame
Kiki Dee
I got your heart in my sights
Both
Ooh, ooh! Nobody knows it
Elton John
But when I was down
Kiki Dee
I was your clown
Both
Ooh, ooh! Nobody knows it. Nobody knows (it)
Elton John
Right from the start
Kiki Dee
I gave you my heart. Oh, oh, I gave you my heart
Elton John
Don't go breaking my heart
Kiki Dee
I won't go breaking your heart
Both
Don't go breaking my heart
Ooh, ooh! Nobody knows it
Elton John
But when I was down
Kiki Dee
I was your clown
Elton John
Right from the start
Kiki Dee
I gave you my heart. Oh, oh, I gave you my heart
Elton John
Don't go breaking my heart
Kiki Dee
I won't go breaking your heart
Both
(don't go breaking my (heart))
(don't go breaking my (heart))
Elton John
Don't go breaking my heart
Both
(don't go breaking my (heart))
(don't go breaking my (heart))
posted by Ms. Lori @ 8:58 PM
2 Comments:
Lori,
Sing to me woman! I would have taken you back home to Trumbull, CT. with me that magical night on top of Times Square had you only sung to me!
To those who know not:
Lori is as gorgeous as she is talented...As Funny as she is insightful...As soulful as she is informed.
Love ya Your High Holyshitness.
Dave D.
Aw, David, you big bag of Italian goodness, you make me blush!
So good to see you! Yes, that night was magical, wasn't it? The wind whipping up our noses, rain pelting our eyeballs as we all huddled atop Park Central, cigarettes glowing, my feet bleeding and blistered yet looking fab in six-inch clear heels...
Going to the World Horror Convention? NYC, April (I think), same hotel. I hope to be going, but it depends on finances. Which look pretty damn awful right now, but I may be able to swing it.
I plan on serenading Harlan Ellison with a montage of Elton John and Kiki Dee songs. If all goes well, Mr. Ellison will make my dreams come true by calling me an asshole.
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