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Albums:

För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Real Real Real (Jesus Jones) · Leavin' and Sayin' Gooodbye (Faron Young) · Just Because I'm Leavin'... (Rufus Thomas) · Leavin' (Blaine Larsen) – and 90 other albums »


step by step like a man's supposed to
Tell me now, is this my
Is this my contrition
To have the love that I longed for fill me with suspicion
gonna heal it!
So let it heal! (It's real!) It's real!
(It's real!) So real!
It's realer than real, for real, for real

The early bird gets the worm
better
Can I call you then
She said you're ramblin' man
You ain't ever gonna change
You gotta gypsy soul to blame
And you were born for leavin'

Born for
gonna change)
I got a gypsy soul to blame
And I was born for leavin' (born for leavin')

When I close my eyes I see you
No matter where I am
I can
freein' my soul
Sightseein' leavin' my soul

It was a magical sight to me
And Yves Tanguy in a gallery
The 30's looking back at me
As if he really knew
I
Grapefruit
A bathin' suit
Chew a little Juicy Fruit
Wash away the night

Drive in
You guzzle gin
Commit a little mortal sin
It's good for the soul
suit
Chew a little juicy fruit
And wash away the night
Yea you chew a little juicy fruit
It's good for ya soul
Rag doll, livin' in a movie
Hot tramp, daddy's little cutie
You're so fine, they'll never see ya leavin' by the back door, mam
Hot time get it
Rag doll, livin' in a movie
Hot tramp, daddy's little cutie
You're so fine, they'll never see ya leavin' by the back door, mam
Hot time get it
The Cool Kids up in this thing
Young Mac, and as for me? I run rap (easily)

Came thru (easily)
Ab-Soul, the new Eazy E
That mean Mac is Ice Cube
Got
for the soul 

Bridge: 
And oh it gets so damn lonely 
When you're on a plane alone 
And if I had the money, honey 
I'd strap you in beside me
for me?
I've got no house and I got no job, just got a worried soul
And a blue tattoo on the side of my head left by the number nine coal. Left by
Rag doll, livin' in a movie
Hot tramp, daddy's little cutie
You're so fine, they'll never see ya leavin' by the back door, mam
Hot time get it
realized, how much you were foolin' yourself
You thought you'd desert me, hought you could hurt me
By leavin' me for somebody else

[Chorus]

You're
Rag doll, livin' in a movie
Hot tramp, daddy's little cutie
You're so fine, they'll never see ya leavin' by the back door, mam
Hot time get it
tonight, a real woman tonight
One that holds you tight
Don't you put up a fight now, honey
A real woman tonight

Even you don't know what's good for you
All
feel
Would she go in shock, die to? ,this shit is real
I wonder how you feel when you know it's right by 
And if you do, does your soul go sky high ?
We are leavin' it behind now
We've been tryin' to get this through to you
We've been waitin' for a long time
We've been watchin' your every move
house and I got no pay,
Just got a worried soul;
And this blue tattoo on the side of my head 
Left by the number nine coal. 

Someday when I'm dead
drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop
And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop
Can I get a Soul Clap?
Can I get a Soul Clap?

We gon' drink 'til we
on a flyer, leavin' today"
Am I dreamin' I can hear her screamin'
"Hiya, Mr. Jackson"
Everything's OK, A-L-A-M-A-Z-O

Oh, what a gal, a real pipperoo
I'll
Early mornin' lookin' tired and worn
And lookin' out for the enemy
You made all the way to Hudson Bay
But you're right back here with me
Tryin'
better
Can I call you then
She said you're ramblin' man
You ain't ever gonna change
You gotta gypsy soul to blame
And you were born for leavin'

Born for
by, my my how she grew
I liked her looks when I carried her books in Kalamazoo
Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo

I’m gonna send away, hoppin’ on a plane, leavin
on a flier, leavin' today"
Am I dreamin'? I can hear her screamin'
"Hiya, Mr. Jackson"
Everything's OK, A-L-A-M-A-Z-O

Oh, what a gal, a real pipperoo