You can't hurry love - Phil Collins

Katherine Hepburn

I need love, love
Oh, ease my mind
And I need to find time
Someone to call mine
My mama said, "you can't hurry love
No, you'll just have to wait"
She said, "love don't come easy
But it's a game of give and take"
You can't hurry love
No, you'll just have to wait
Just trust in a good time
No matter how long it takes
How many heartaches must I stand
Before I find the love to let me live again
Right now the only thing that keeps me hanging on
When I feel my strength, ooh, it's almost gone
I remember mama said, "you can't hurry love
No, you'll just have to wait"
She said, "love don't come easy
It's a game of give and take"
How long must I wait
How much more must I take
Before loneliness
Will cause my heart, heart to break
No, I can't bear to live my life alone
I grow impatient for a love to call my own
But when I feel that i, I can't go on
Well these precious words keep me hanging on
I remember mama said, "you can't hurry love
No, you'll just have to wait"
She said, "love don't come easy
But it's a game of give and take"
You can't hurry love
No, you'll just have to wait
Just trust in a good time
No matter how long it takes
Now wait
Now love, love don't come easy
But I keep on waiting
Anticipating for that soft voice
To talk to me at night
For some tender arms
Hold me tight
I keep waiting
Ooh, till that day
But it ain't easy (love don't come easy)
No, you know it ain't easy
My mama said you can't hurry love
No, you'll just have to wait
She said "love don't come easy
But it's a game of give and take"
You can't hurry love
No, you'll just have to wait
She said "love don't come easy
But it's a game of give and take"
You can't hurry love, no you'll just have to wait

The ballad of Lucy Jordan - Marianne Faithfull

The morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of Lucy Jordan

In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban town

As she lay there 'neath the covers dreaming of a thousand lovers

'Til the world turned to orange and the room went spinning round

At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never

Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair

So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing

Little nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair

Her husband, he's off to work and the kids are off to school

And there are, oh, so many ways for her to spend the day

She could clean the house for hours or rearrange the flowers

Or run naked through the shady street screaming all the way

At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never

Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair

So she let the phone keep ringing as she sat there softly singing

Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair