Oh yeah Just for the record let's get the story straight Me and Uncle Tom were fishing it was getting pretty late Out on a cypress limb above the wishin
Got a picture of your house And you're standing by the door It's black and white and faded And it's looking pretty worn See the factory that I worked
Yea, street fightin' is lookin' for trouble If you open your mouth, you're bound to rumble Johnny looks tough, he's frozen the eyes He keeps his mouth
Dirty rotten filthy stinking rich Oh oh yeah Italian cars as long as my street I'm gonna wear exotic animals on my feet Pretty rocks on my fingers, pretty
On a dead-end street, in a dead-end town There's a motel that I call home Just a few small hopes and a few small dreams Are all that place is resting
Well, the first time that I saw you I could not speak a word My tongue was tied in giant knots I felt so disturbed At the feeling rushing through me The
Certain things you do really make me mad I must confess Way the street light silhouette your thighs inside your dress Wild child in the streets I think
Through the hole in my wall I see into your head A beggars day banquet on a four poster bed It's food for the eyes, it's drink for the soul The hole in
Yeah It must be magic how inside your eyes I feel my destiny And every time we kiss, I feel you breathe your love so deep inside of me If the moon and
Lisa don't think she's pretty no more Starin' at the stars through a backstreet door She tries and tries, make it all work out No matter what she does
Well Suize, oh Suzie come on and let me in There's love in the air, love on my mind Love in the pores of my skin I worked real hard, all week long Kept
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Yeah It could have rained for forty weeks, dear And I never know the difference When your life is one long downpour You're not sure, you'll go the distance
Dirty, rotten, filthy, stinkin' She's my cherry pie Cool drink of water such a sweet surprise Taste so good make a grown man cry Sweet cherry pie, yeah
Spend my time and all my money on a knob for my brass bed Climb to the top of the highest mountain, just to see how far I get? Dancin' with my shadow,
these days if I got the time I'll show you what I'm like on the inside I talked, you used to hear me so well Now all the best conversations are with
I lay my head on the railroad tracks I'm waiting on the double E The railroad don't run no more Poor poor pitiful me Poor poor pitiful me and poor poor
Hurry home early, hurry on home Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon Hurry home early, hurry on home Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon From
