MAN 1: One, two.

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Hey.

NARRATOR 1: On this episode of the Local Groove Presents, speakeasy jazz from Natascha & The Spy Boys.

MAN 1: How is it level wise?

NARRATOR 2: The following program was produced in the Dr. Keiko Miwa Ross Production Studio in University Park, Pennsylvania.

NARRATOR 1: Support for the Local Groove Presents comes from the Rockwell Foundation, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, supporting the arts, science, technology, and education.

And a proud supporter of local programs on WPSU.

[NATASCHA & THE SPY BOYS, "BAD GIRL"] (SINGING) You say you just wanna hang out See what the fuss is all about You think you're safe from where you stand Just wait until I take your hand You'll hang on every word I say Hoping that I'll let you stay You think that maybe I'll play nice But I ain't sugar, honey I am spice Yeah, I'm a bad girl I'm a bad girl I may not be the baddest in the world But I'm a bad, bad girl Yeah, bad, bad girl It's clear to me you don't have a clue What I'm about to do to you I'll break your mind, I'll leave my mark I'll calm your fever in the dark I'll let you see what you want to see The fire rages inside of me Will burn you up and drive you wild I'll leave you crying like a child Cause I'm a bad girl I'm a bad girl I may not be the baddest in the world But I'm a bad, bad girl Yeah, I'm a bad, bad girl I may not be the baddest in the world But I'm a bad, girl Yeah, I'm bad girl I'm a bad, bad girl Yes I'm bad, bad [NATASCHA & THE SPY BOYS, "CRAZY ABOUT YOU"] (SINGING) Now, I've been in his bad place too many times before Always seem to be knocking on the same old door And just in case you're wondering if I'm all right Well, take a look at me, I never sleep at night Cause I'm crazy about you, and I don't know how to stop You always end up bringing me down When you should take me to the top You'd think that I know better Than to lose myself this way But I don't seem to care what my heart or all of you say Cause I'm crazy about you And I don't know what to do Seems every time I try to run away I just keep running back to you And so I asked my mama, talked to my best friend See if they could help me to try and understand How all the love I've shown you has failed to make you see The things, Oh, all the things you could be doing to me Cause I'm crazy about you, but I don't know how you feel You gotta show me some love, Baby You've got to show me this is a real I'm too old to be waiting for you to come around I'm done anticipating for you to make a sound I've given you my heart in oh so many ways But now I reach the point where I will no longer play Man, I was crazy about you But you kept me hanging on the line Oh, It's so sad but it's the truth, baby You've just been wasting my darn time Yeah it's a shame but this is over I've just been wasting my damn time [NATASCHA & THE SPY BOYS, "WRITE A SONG"] (SINGING) Write a song, won't take long Write a tune, is what you've gotta do To make a splash, maybe a little bit of cash Write a song, baby, go and write a song Find clever rhymes to fill the lines The right key, a pretty melody To play the game, become a household name Write a song, baby, go and write a song Then when you're done, give it a run Let the keys take the lead Make sure the bass is not too high And that the drummer's glass ain't dry You've got the song, baby, now you got your song But then the trick to get a gig Is to be hip and in the clique You gotta know who runs the show And be all smiles and big brown eyes You gotta beg, you gotta wait Before you maybe book a date Well, baby, that's just how it goes So plug along, sing your song Maybe one day, it might get radio play Until that time, please don't lose your sweet mind Just move on, baby, keep moving on But then the trick to get a gig Is to be hip and in the clique You gotta know who runs the show And be all smiles and big brown eyes You gotta beg, you gotta wait Before you finally book a date Well, baby, that's just how it goes So plug along, sing your song Maybe one day, it might get radio play Until that time, please don't lose your sweet mind Just move on, baby, keep moving on Just move on, baby, keep moving on Just move on, baby, keep moving on Maybe write another song Maybe write another song Maybe write another [NATASCHA & THE SPY BOYS, "MAYBE"] (SINGING) It's been a long time coming Tho we've been trying to stay strong To keep away from each other Cause we both know this is wrong From the first time I saw you I had a feeling I might be lost And who's to say that every love story Will be worth all it could cost Cause you know they'll catch our glances And they'll see it in our eyes Yet we still take our chances And we keep telling all these lies So why don't we stop before it all falls apart If we end it now, there'll only be one broken heart, yeah So now you'll stay on your side And baby, I'll stay on mine Cause there's no place left to hide And we had to draw a line While I long for the moment When I will feel you once again I have to go on pretending That we're nothing more than friends Just like some old broken record That stuck on playing the same sad song I keep on turning around in circles Till I don't know where I belong Maybe one day you'll find your way back to me And I'll hear you say that our love was meant to be Maybe one day you'll find your way back to me And I hear you say that our love was meant to be [NATASCHA & THE SPY BOYS, "THAT MAN"] That man loves me real good That man do just what he should That man will always be true That man could be you That man could be you That man gives me a great big smile The man will walked the extra mile That man sings a grateful tune That man could be you That man could be you That man do just what I like That man will take a midnight hike That man cooks up a grateful stew That man could be you That man could be you Well, that man's in my bed at night He's still there in the morning light He'll go and work hard all day long Then he comes home at night singing my song That man keeps my motor purring Makes sure my joy keeps recurring That man will never leave me blue That man could be you That man could be you Well, that man's in my bed at night He's still there in the morning light He'll go and work hard all day long And he comes home at night singing my song That man all right Yeah, that man all night No, what I said that man will do That man could be you That man could be you The man could be, that man would be, that man should be you [NATASCHA & THE SPY BOYS, "NO MORE ICE CREAM SUNDAES"] (SINGING) No more ice cream sundaes No cheeseburger with fries No more midnight pizza I might as well just die Oh, me Oh, may Oh, mine Two, three, four Pass the Carbonara Don't hold the garlic bread Wait, is that a salad?

I'll hurl it at your head I will never stop myself I'll work out night and day No matter what your stupid beauty standards say Bacon is delicious and so is key lime pie You're not a decoration, you're just living your life So try to have a full one because it's short and often sad Instead of wasting it on the next diet fad Try so hard to fit into a size that shouldn't exist Zero?

Really?

Hunger for that precious thigh gap Oops, there go your hips Instead of changing how you look you best change how you see Bore everyone with diet tips, no thanks, no more for me So tired of all this nonsense, that stick figure ideal The cleanses and the fasting, yeah, none of those appeal There's more important stuff to ponder than your BMI Like fascism, impending doom, coconut cream pie Imagine all the things we could get done in just one day If we all cared a little less about how much we weigh Focus on the bigger picture, I bet that you'll agree Forget about those diet tips, come have a bite with me Come have a bite with me Come have a bite two or three with me Nom, nom, nom, nom, nom NARRATOR 1: Support for the Local Groove Presents comes from the Rockwell Foundation, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, supporting the arts, science, technology, and education.

And a proud supporter of local programs on WPSU.