Lyrics:
Walk like a man
And talk like a man
Walk like a man, baby
You can call me your man
A little girl asked me what am I gonna do
When I get old
hey, have a heart
If you don't love me, why don't you let me go?
Have a heart, please, oh don't you have a heart?
Little by little you fade while I
hey, have a heart
If you don't love me, why don't you let me go?
Have a heart, please, oh don't you have a heart?
Little by little you fade while I
Walk like a man
And talk like a man
Walk like a man, baby
You can call me your man
A little girl asked me what am I gonna do
When I get old
"Who gives a fuck about a God damn grammy?"
(Willie D)
Yo, Flav, I give a fuck about a God damn grammy
But them motherfuckin hoes won't hand me one
have a little talk with my Jesus
Please let us tell Him all about our troubles
He will hear our faintest cry
He will answer by and by
Now when you
know you wanna talk about it, talk about it, yeah
Suddenly you're into me again
Let's talk about it, talk about it, yeah
I've been dying to use
a little peace of mind
If you want to talk about the business
Buddy, you're just wastin' time
So, don't ask me no questions
And I won't tell you no
Though he wasn't tall or handsome she laughed when he told her
"I'm the Sheriff of Nottingham and this is Little John"
Oh it seems we've been crying
mother always told me
"Rani-rani-rani-rani-rani-rani-rani-rani-rani and codeine
And God damn it, you little motherfucker
If you ain't got nothin' nice
Spela upp en sorgsen sång med little willie john
Talk to me
Talk to me
In your own special way
Letter to my darling
Grits ain't groceries little willie
Traffic crawls
Cell phone calls
Talk radio screams at me
Through my tinted window I see
A little girl, rust red minivan
She's got chocolate
in your condition
As he looked me in the eye
All I see, is John you'll be
Country 'til you die
[Chorus:]
Country 'til you die
Every bone in
to side, the locomotion of your
Up and down, you got me groovin'
To every little lick, I watch you stir
A little more, little more, little more, little
how to cry
She drinks and she talks just a little too loud
With her pride gone she tags along with any old crowd
Yes I know I'm to blame and I feel
a little peace of mind
If you want to talk about the business
Buddy, you're just wastin' time
So, don't ask me no questions
And I won't tell you no
Traffic crawls
Cell phone calls
Talk radio screams at me
Through my tinted window I see
A little girl, rust red minivan
She's got chocolate
talk about real love
Truth and propaganda
Are you really gonna stand for
A love that waits its turn?
Ok, ok, ok you've got me figured out
I'm
been like this
Said, I been like this (this), I been like this (this)
Talk that smack (woo), but I'm on your lips
It ain't nothin' new, just me and my
young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry
Little bee sucks the blossom big bee makes the honey
Poor man raise the cotton rich man
and you were a little butterfly
I would be waiting at the garden gate until you came fluttering by
Maybe you'd stop on a red rose top and then we could talk
a little peace of mind
If you want to talk about the business
Buddy, you're just wastin' time
So, don't ask me no questions
And I won't tell you no
a superstar
Come let me sign you up
(Let's get into it)
Ooh it's the lights (You're blinded by the)
Action! (You need that)
Hollywood!
Ooh it's
in my ear
You're sweet like sugar, tell me what I wanna hear
I'm weak by your touch and when it's melting on my lips
I run through my body when you
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