- Votes:
- Composer:
- Jim Steinman
 
- Genres:
- 80s
- Pop
- Rock
 
- Tags:
- hard rock
- meat loaf
 
- See also:
Meat Loaf - Dead Ringer For Love lyrics
Every night I grab some money
 And I go down to the bar
 I got my buddies and a beer
 I got a dream, I need a car
 You got me begging on my knees
 C'mon and throw the dog a bone
 A man, he doesn't live by
 Rock 'n' Roll and brew alone
 Baby, baby
 Rock 'n' Roll and brew
 Rock 'n' Roll and brew
 They don't mean a thing
 When I compare 'em next to you
 Rock 'n' Roll and brew
 Rock 'n' Roll and brew
 I know that you and I
 We got better things to do
 But don't know who you are? What you do?
 Where you go? When you're not around
 I don't know anything about you, baby
 But you're everything I'm dreaming of
 I don't know who you are
 But you're a real dead ringer for love
 A real dead ringer for love
 Ever since I can remember
 You've been hanging around this joint
 You've been trying to look away
 But now you finally got the point
 I don't have to know your name
 And I won't tell you what to do
 But a girl, she doesn't live by only
 Rock 'n' Roll and brew
 Baby, baby, baby, baby
 Rock 'n' Roll and brew
 Rock 'n' Roll and brew
 They don't mean a thing
 When I compare 'em next to you
 Rock 'n' Roll and brew
 Rock 'n' Roll and brew
 I know that you and I
 We got better things to do
 I don't know who you are? What you do?
 Where you go? When you're not around
 I don't know anything about you, baby
 But you're everything I'm dreaming of
 I don't know who you are
 But you're a real dead ringer for love
 A real dead ringer for love
 Meat Loaf - Dead Ringer For Love - http://motolyrics.com/meat-loaf/dead-ringer-for-love-lyrics.html
 Ooh, you got the kind of legs
 That do more than walk
 I don't have to listen
 To your whimpering talk
 Listen, you got the kind of eyes
 That do more than see
 You gotta lot of nerve
 Come on to me
 You got the kind of lips
 That do more than drink
 You got the kind of mind
 That does less than think
 But since I'm feeling kinda lonely
 And my defenses are low
 Why don't we give it shot?
 And get ready to go
 I'm looking for anonymous
 And fleeting satisfaction
 I want to tell my daddy
 I'll be missing in action
 Ever since I can remember
 I've been hanging around this joint
 My daddy never noticed it
 Now he finally got the point
 You got me beggin' on my knees
 C'mon and throw the dog a bone
 A man he doesn't live by
 Rock 'n' Roll and brew alone
 Baby, baby, baby, baby
 Rock 'n' Roll and brew
 Rock 'n' Roll and brew
 I know that you and I
 We got better things to do
 Rock 'n' roll and brew
 Rock 'n' roll and brew
 They don't mean a thing
 When I compare 'em next to you
 I don't know who you are? Or what you do?
 Or where you go? When you're not around
 I don't know anything about you, baby
 But you're everything I'm dreaming of
 I don't know who you are
 But you're a real dead ringer for love
 A real dead ringer for love
 Dead ringer for love
 Dead ringer for love
 Dead ringer for love
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