Do do do do. . Dancing with your baby. Really turning the soul shake on. Grooving with your baby. Really turning the soul shake on. . I'm a woman possessed.
(Verse 1). Baby I'll take you to a world without seasons. Where the fruit has no taste. Baby I'll take you to a world without seasons. Where our love is just a waste.
(Hey Hey Hey....). . Noises from the street. Stains on the wall. Secretly meeting behind it all. Voices from the heart. Heat on the velvet skin. Classic dancer's sign.
Way you look at me like that, something's got to give pretty soon. Throw it on a camel's back, something's got to give pretty soon. Living hard to chase the dream, way beyond our ways and means.
Steve McQueen Steve McQueen. When I was a little boy I wanted to grow up to be. Steve McQueen Steve McQueen. The coolest doggone mother scratcher on the silver screen.
When I saw her standing there, with her bright eyes and shining hair. She was looking back at me. Some are meant to sing, some are meant to talk and some aren't meant to say a thing.
If I could have one wish right now. I'd be about as half as tough as I pretend I am. Then I wouldn't care how empty this old house feels. I could take her things and take them far away from here.
I've always been a religious man, I've always been a religious man. But I met the banker and it felt like sin, he turned my bailout down. The Banker Man, he let into me, let into me, let into me.
Put your cigarette out and put your hat back on.. Don't mix up which is which.. They don't pay you enough to work.. They don't pay me enough to bitch..
Well your wishes and your feelings. Your bad dreams and intuitions. Are about as much good to me right now as a brand new set of golf clubs. We've been this close to death before, we were just too drunk to know it.
It was 1990 give or take I don't remember. When the news of revolution hit the air. The girls hadn't even started taking down our posters. When the boys started cutting off their hair.
All packed to go, baloney and mayonnaise sandwiches for the road. Lay them out across the dash in the August sun. And if they turn green don't be afraid.
You said that you'd be waiting for me here in Santa Fe. With hotel rooms and TV's booming loud every night and day. And all I have to do is just be careful what I say.
Oh I have felt. Cobain's sarcoma. Growing on. This will of mine. To drag me down. Into the water. The joy I feel. Before I drown. . And the Lord's hand moves on the scheme of my nerves.
Sunkeneyed girl in the sandwich shop. Ladle my soup from the kettle pot so. Swooning my self with the smolder looks. Parsing that gaze for the right intentions.
Oh, I will not be undersold. The grip is tight, the hand is cold. Like money thrown upon the sea. I hope my love swims back to me. . And I can't save nobody.
She was blonde. With a filthy desire. More sex, more drugs, she can always get higher. I can see it in her eyes. She's got a sick, got a sick mind. . She was blonde.
Dear uncle, sold her into. Into the purest kind of slavery. Hood-eyed little middlemen profited. From damaged goods along the way. . Good angels brought her back.
Sit by me silently and brush my beard. No mess to mop up from the bed today. Will we sit next door and watch the soaps?. We've nothing to do and we've nothing to say.