Lyrics:
and a gambler and a sweet-talking ladies' man
And you love your lovin' (you love your lovin')
But not like you love your freedom
Help me I think I'm falling
'Cause if we unite, baby, I'd do ya right
Well I hope you meant that mushy stuff you told Barry White
Because I think I know you well enough to be
and a gambler and a sweet-talking ladies' man
And you love your lovin' (you love your lovin')
But not like you love your freedom
Help me I think I'm falling
Na-na-na
Na-na-na-na
Na-na-na
Na-na-na-na
Oh, my, what a sweet surprise
I'm so surprised by your heart and your mind
And I spy, somethin' in
use my brains when I'm ("drivin' round")
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting at the door
We bout to go ("drivin'
to mouth, hand to mouth
There's a big white lady on a big white doorstep
She asked her daddy and her daddy said, "Yes"
Has to give a little for the dollars
Ladies and gentlemen
Fellow Americans
Lady Americans
This is James Brown
I wanna talk to you about one of our
Most deadly, killers in
pass a princely knight poursuite [pursued] by a lady
And this she did say:
"Oh may I ask you kind sir where you are going?
And pray tell unto me sir
Listen
Little lady, this is just the worst way to spend your birthday
It's thirty degrees, Thursday
You work late, you was with a perv making
"This song was written by John Lee Hooker
About his wife, her name is Maudie
Everytime he has an argument with her
He has to write a new verse
so easy when you finally look well all around
The fatty white merry gelly belly gathering
cvidly se-e-erved by...The Lady Black Bird
Lady Black Bird
a Stutz Bearcat, Jim,
Those were different times.
And the poets studied rows of verse,
And all the ladies rolled their eyes
Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane,
chocolate
White girls got vanilla frosting
Cake tastes great, I love all of it
I've got a sweet tooth and it's just for you
It ain't hard to see it
Good evening ladies, shall we start with hors d'oeuvres?
I can tell your body's been lacking the plater of satisfaction your body deserves
We have
invited me over just a cup of tea
This time sweet honey and a couple lemon squeezed
I said the lady that's a nice hat
You know that lady with a house cat
I
There's a lady who's sure
All that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
When she gets there she knows
If the stores are all closed
young lady all wrapped in white linen
All wrapped in white linen and called out the plague
Cocaine and quiet beers, sweet candy and caramels.
Pass the time and dry the tears on a street called buy and sell.
Life turns like the endless
nose on a lady
Who ain't turn one eighty place no one above ya sweet lady
Sun stop shinin' she never got shady
She coulda watch them box you in
Alone in the world was poor little Anne
As sweet a young child as you'd find
Her parents had gone to their final reward
Leavin' their baby behind
Gipsies came to the castle gate
They sang so high, they sang so low
They sang so sweet, so very very sweet
They stole away the heart of the lady
Written by James Young
Lead vocals by James Young
yeah
eight days a week with my baby at home
and you know that she's my tender honey
baby
called
Music to make to your old lady by
Barry White used to work
Shoot, even Abba used to work the way I was doin' my thing
But man, you put this
And Tony Gold (Shaggy)]
Hey Sexy Lady (She's Drivin Me Nuts) I Like Your Flow (Uh! Uh!)
Your Body's Bangin (Sexy Lady) Out Of Controoooooool!!! (Sweet
.jpg/239px-Barry_White,_Bestanddeelnr_927-0098_(cropped).jpg "Barry White")
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