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Albums:

Silk & Steel (5 Star) · Silk Degrees (Boz Scaggs) · The Collection: Slow Dancer/Silk Degrees/Down Two [1997 Small Box] (Boz Scaggs) · Silk Wilhelm I: Audiovisual Couture, Vol. I (Kowesix) · Taylored in Silk (Johnnie Taylor) · Grime, Silk & Thunder (Ultra Naté) · 100% Silk (Garnett Silk) · Red Silk Vow (Seraphim Shock) · Raw Silk (Randy Crawford) · Touch of Silk (Eric Gale) – and 90 other albums »


outfit, big pith helmet
Silk pyjamas, no elastic
Big pith helmet that she came by
Somewhere on the Bakerloo line
Have you seen her silk pyjamas?
She was
Streamline, goldmine, nighttime, summertime, feeling fine
Saturation point is reached by nine
Your circulation elevated mine
I was a bar room
feet tall women
Gasping for heat burning
Fire-water green silk-cut-shag
Crank it up till it bleeds
Whisky/coke skirts fights birds choke
Lever
Like honey, you're sweeter
Like fine silk, you're pleasure
When night falls on rare wine
Like honey, you're sweeter

Like fire, you're burning
Like
When you’re smiling, there in your attire
Fancy styling
Right here by the fire
Quite beguiling, my, don’t you inspire
I’m santarrific if I do say
pride in labor
was there flood and fire
dreams we weave don't last forever

do you recall
a time before the malls went up
down by the falls
it's
buttons, green silks and silver shoes

My mind was young until she grew
My secret thoughts known only by the few
It was a dream much to real
To be leaned
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes

My mind was young until she grew
My secret thoughts known only by the few
It was a dream much to real
the fire, stand in the fire, stand in the fire
Stand in the fire, stand in the fire, stand in the fire

I see a red-headed girl
In the red silk dress
Ya'
Now if you gaze up to the moon 
See she's become as blood and soon 
The time is right: 
We gotta pave the way 

You gather silk to weave the net
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes

My mind was young until she grew
My secret thoughts known only by the few
It was a dream much to real
As I stand by your flame
I get burned once again
Feelin' low down, I'm blue

As I sit by the fire
Of your warm desire
I've got the blues for you,
As I stand by your flame 
I get burned once again 
Feelin' low down, I'm blue 

As I sit by the fire 
Of your warm desire 
I've got the blues
still shares
Rebecca
Day by day she's your reality
Day by day a stronger personality

If by fire she could reclaim
The very walls that scream her
Where did I see those eyes?
Why do I feel your heat?
How do I know your name?
When did we ever meet?

Did you just pass me by?
When did I smell
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes

My mind was young until she grew
My secret thoughts known only by the few
It was a dream much to real
first wandered down into town
I was both proud and shy, as I felt every eye
And in every shop window I primped passing by
Then in manner of fashion,
first wandered down into town
I was both proud and shy, as I felt every eye
And in every shop window I primped passing by
Then in manner of fashion,
first wandered down into town
I was both proud and shy, as I felt every eye
And in every shop window I primped passing by
Then in manner of fashion,
first wandered down into town
I was both proud and shy, as I felt every eye
And in every shop window I primped passing by
Then in manner of fashion,
first wandered down into town
I was both proud and shy, as I felt every eye
And in every shop window I primped passing by
Then in manner of fashion,
As I stand by your flame 
I get burned once again 
Feelin' low down, I'm blue 

As I sit by the fire 
Of your warm desire 
I've got the blues
goodbye
But then I saw her start to cry
We danced by the light
Of her video screen
She looked me in the eye
And said: "Why me?"

On any given night
passed you by
Your sweet lips that lingered on my skin
I can feel their heat again
And your eyes that thrilled with passion's fire
They watch my every
people. But the promise of new life is still
The victor o'er decay. Hold the dream, pass by the stranger,
He can never call this land his home
Nor wish