Iain Gregory
Peter Jay (Peter Lynch)
The Saints (Band)
The Blue Rondos
Pat Reader
Ricky Wayne & The Off-Beats
Peter London
Alan Dean and His Problems
The Saints (Band)
Iain Gregory
Jess Conrad
Peter London
Bobby Rio & The Revelles
The Blue Rondos
The Saints (Band)
Reg Austin
Carter-Lewis and the Southerners
Carter-Lewis and the Southerners
Why don't you hold me like you used to do?
Why must you make me go away?
I'm telling you right here and now
I'm not made of clay
Why do you hurt me when I'm good to you?
Why don't you ask me to stay?
I'm telling you I can't take it anymore
I'm not made of clay
Well I lie awake at night looking at my ceiling
Trying to see where I've gone wrong
But all I can see is you in my arms
'Cause baby, you know that's where you belong
Why don't you love me like you used to do?
Why must you make me go away?
I'm telling you right here and now
I'm not made of clay
Well I lie awake at night looking at my ceiling
Trying to find where I've gone wrong
But all I can see is you in my arms
'Cause baby, you know that's where you belong
Why don't you love me like I want you to?
Say that you'll never run away
I can't live without your love
I'm not made of clay
Oh I'm not made, I'm not made
I'm not made of clay
Baby, don't you you, don't you realize
Can't you understand, can't you see it in your heart
I'm not made, I'm not made, I'm not made of clay