Lyrics:
by law
Together we ball, we takin' it all
I'll make you feel the way a woman never felt before
I see women on many levels, never higher than you
With
Cheeba chebba, y'all
You're all (Cry together)
Cheeba cheeba, y'all i need (Lie together)
Ya don't stop to get by (Cry together)
Yeah yeah
Ahh
shy
No woman no cry
No woman don't cry
We'll be waiting for the night
We'll be waiting for the night to come
We'll be waiting for the night
to the promise land
I was standin' at the gate and I had the key in my hand
Saint Peter said "Come on in boy, you're finally home"
I said "No thanks Pete,
like to eat
Come on woman, come follow me home
Well, the priest he cries
Virgin ascending to the skies tonight
All day long
I have passed my time
on the water
The moon is full and so am I
I look at her and feel like I could cry
But my tears contain no sorrow
Because I know
She'll wake up by my
You're all (lie together, cry together)
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
You're all (lie together, cry together)
And I know that she cries by the red in her eyes
She's been waiting for signs that never call
All she ever really wanted was
One woman, one man
Oh the the night is so still, not a baby will cry
Not a chill wind will blow, disturbing the sky
But there's no peace in me, I'm burning for you
Pretty woman, don't walk on by
Pretty woman, don't make me cry
Pretty woman, don't walk away
OK
If that's the way it must be, ok
I guess I'll go
at the house next door.
Then Mister Trouble strolls on down, stops at the house next door.
A poor man cries out, “My woman's gone. Baby won't be back no more.”
In bed we laugh, in bed we cry,
And born in bed, in bed we die,
As life goes on and time goes by
Born in bed, in bed we die.
Woman becomes
are my middle name
Raised in the Canebrake by an old mama lion
Ain't no a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons, what do you
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons,
may be right or wrong
Watch your close friend, baby, then your enemies can't do you no harm
When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your
may be right or wrong
Watch your close friend, baby, then your enemies can't do you no harm
When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your
heart turns to stone
No time for pity, when her heart turns to stone
She cries a little as her heart turns to stone
She's that kind of woman
She'll get by
with
Was standing right by my side
She saw my stare and she saw my hunger
And Lord it made her cry
So with anger on her face
Yes and the hurt in her
or wrong.
Watch your close friend, baby,
Then your enemies can't do you no harm.
When you got a good friend
That will stay right by your side,
When you
'bout tomorrow when you're followin' the sun
Papa don't you worry now and mama don't you cry
Sweet woman don't forsake me, I'll be comin' by and by
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no a high toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the cane-brake by an old mama lion
Can't no a high-tone woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons
dickie and get a wrong bank
Dats how him lost him throat
Inna di great Babylon, so me say
Who say that big man don't cry?
I learn the hard way
Woman
was standin' at the gate and I had the key in my hand
Saint Peter said "Come on in boy, you're finally home"
I said "No thanks Pete, I'll just be
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