Lyrics:
I stop
But you walk on by
Oh, sophisticated lady
You know I love you
So why do you put me through
The changes that you do?
Won't you let me
knowing they are right
But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
Smoke dreams of escaping souls are drifting by
Dull the pain of living as they
drivin' me nuts) I like your flow (uh uh)
Your body's bangin' (sexy lady) out of control (sweet and nice)
You put it on me (you know you got that figure)
on time
Then he turned around and said to his black greasy fireman shovel on a little more coal
And when we cross that White Oak Mountain watch old 97
Some say you're too easy
'Cause you've stayed by my side
I'm the one who keeps you happy
And you keep me satisfied
Just be my lady
That'll be
you how it all began
In the days when the lady didn't have
The price of her next meal, and it's all real
She's a star in every way
She is loved by
more than three hundred nazis fell by your gun
Fell by your gun, yes,
Fell by your gun
For more than three hundred nazis fell by your gun
Miss
At the station house one day
Was a lady old and gray
I could tell her heart was feelin' sad and low
With a teardrop in her eye
She was tryin' not
love the ladies more than wealth and fame
Lots of girls running through my brain tonight
Male ego is played by all
Chasing ladies and having a ball
Hey
can't eat
I can't sleep
But I just might move my feet
'Cause there's nothing like the sound of sweet soul music
To change a young lady's mind
of
Forty-Second Street
Little nifties from the fifties
Innocent and sweet
Sexy ladies from the eighties
Who are indiscreet
Side by side, they're glorified
Where
on the whisperin' wind
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
It's fifty long springtimes since she was a bride,
But still you may see her at each Whitsuntide
In a dress of white linen with ribbons of green,
It's fifty long springtimes since she was a bride,
But still you may see her at each Whitsuntide
In a dress of white linen with ribbons of green,
thing 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
Lady Margaret was standing in her own room door
A comb in her long yellow hair
When who did she spy but Sweet William and his bride
As to the church
on the throttle,
Scalded to death by the steam.
One more time!
Oh, now all you ladies you'd better take a warning,
From this time on and learn.
Never speak
I can't light no more of your darkness
All my pictures seem to fade to black and white
I'm growing tired and time stands still before me
Frozen
to death by the steam."
One more time!
Oh, now all you ladies you better take a warning,
From this time on and learn.
Never speak harsh to your true-lovin'
Let me love you, until I can't love you no more
Let me hold you, (ooh) I've got so much love in store
I've been loving you baby, ooh sweet thing,
the sheets baby
Whatever you need lady
'Cause like the way you do the things you do
I wanna make sweet love to you
'Cause like the way you do the things you
know,
See how it feels in the end.
May lady lullaby sing plainly for you soft, strong, sweet and true.
Cloud hands reaching from a rainbow tapping
live in that railroad shack
And I wander down that rusty old track
Like a lonely old-timer out of my mind
Lookin' for that lady who was sweet and kind
can't eat
I can't sleep
But I just might move my feet
'Cause there's nothing like the sound of sweet soul music
To change a young lady's mind
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