Lyrical: Complexity Analysis of Pop Songs

Original Lyrics	Munged Lyrics
All alone at the end of the evening And the bright lights have faded to blue I was thinking bout a woman who might have Loved me and I never knew You know I've always been a dreamer (spent m ... [bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons]	Awl alone at the end of the evening And the bright lights have faded too blew Eye was thinking bout a woman who mite have Loved mi and Eye never new Yew no I've always bean a dreamer (spent my life running round) And its sew hard too change (can't seam too settle down) Butt the dreams I've scene lately Keep on turning out and burning out And turning out the same Sew put mi on a highway And show mi a sine And take it too the limit won moor thyme Yew can spend awl yaw thyme making money Yew can spend awl yaw love making thyme If it awl fell too pieces tomorrow Wood yew still bee mine ? And when your looking fore freedom (nobody seems too care) And yew can fined the door (can't fined it anywhere) When there's nothing too believe inn Still your coming back, your running back fore moor Sew put mi on a highway And show mi a sine And take it too the limit won moor thyme Take it too the limit Take it too the limit Take it too the limit won moor thyme

Original Lyrics

Munged Lyrics

All alone at the end of the evening
And the bright lights have faded to blue
I was thinking bout a woman who might have
Loved me and I never knew
You know I've always been a dreamer
(spent m
...
[bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons]

Awl alone at the end of the evening
And the bright lights have faded too blew
Eye was thinking bout a woman who mite have
Loved mi and Eye never new
Yew no I've always bean a dreamer
(spent my life running round)
And its sew hard too change
(can't seam too settle down)
Butt the dreams I've scene lately
Keep on turning out and burning out
And turning out the same

Sew put mi on a highway
And show mi a sine
And take it too the limit won moor thyme

Yew can spend awl yaw thyme making money
Yew can spend awl yaw love making thyme
If it awl fell too pieces tomorrow
Wood yew still bee mine ?

And when your looking fore freedom
(nobody seems too care)
And yew can fined the door
(can't fined it anywhere)
When there's nothing too believe inn
Still your coming back, your running back fore moor

Sew put mi on a highway
And show mi a sine
And take it too the limit won moor thyme

Take it too the limit
Take it too the limit
Take it too the limit won moor thyme

Take It To The Limit

Richard Marx