Lyrics:
little soul on fire
And the way she talks
She my heart's desire
Oh, oh if she should leave me
I think that I would die
Some time I caught her in
And you can find me ridin' round on some 33's
Cocked back kickin' dirt on my John D's
International harvestin' us some whole wheat
Yeah let's take a ride
turn it on, boy, turn it on
Walk and talk, Suzie, walk and talk, Suzie
Walk and talk, Suzie, walk and talk, Suzie
Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too
And just a little talk with Jesus makes me whole
Now let us have a little talk with Jesus
Let us tell Him all about our troubles
He will hear our faintest
pigs
Little pigs, let me come in
Not by the hair on your chinny-chin-chin?
Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down
Here's Johnny
too young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young to marry
Little bee sucks the blossom, big bee gets the honey
Darkie raises the cotton,
She saw me walking down the streets of your fine city
It kinda turned me on when she looked at me and said, "come here"
Now I don't usually talk
John Gotty. Yeah. Got it, Mommy.
Yeah. Got it by me. Yet I'm bricks right by me.
John Gotty for you origami?
Told you. Don't talk about me.
Pull up.
tan lotion
Dark skin hunny's in the summer no commotion
You can catch me chillin' by the ocean
Wit Brazilian feminines sippin' on potions
Girls
things
Yeah it's the little things
That drive me wild
I'm like a mad dog
I'm on a short leash
I'm on a tight rope hanging by a thread
I'm on some
"Hello in there, hello."
Me and Loretta, we don't talk much now.
She sits and stares through at back door screen.
And all the news just repeats itself
to say,
"Hello in there. Hello"
Me and my husband, we don't talk much anymore.
He sits and stares through the backdoor screen.
And all the news just
baby but my heart can't explain
It's a little left of center
By heavenly design
Love gets carried away
And goes wild at times
When cupid aims his
not have a whole lotta money but your words are like more, I want that
Sweet talk, I love your sweet talk
So tell me one more time, you've never known
on the shelf
Won't you to come up here and talk to me
'Cause I get lonesome by myself?"
I was feelin' lonesome too
And I knew just how she felt
And I knew just
yours?
Brother, I'm good, I stay with the Lord
Bible carrier, that's my sword
Matthew 12 so I don't talk
John 19's why I never got caught
Call me
And maybe Marlon Brando
Will be there by the fire
We'll sit and talk of Hollywood
And the good things there for hire
And the Astrodome and the first tepee
cheeks
And it all makes sense to me
I know you've never loved
The crinkles by your eyes when you smile
You've never loved your stomach or your thighs
Cab driver, drive by Mary's place
I just wanna chance to see her face
Don't stop the meter let it race
Cab driver, drive by Mary's place
Cab
a bamboo viper's face
And I'd be dead but by God's grace
Drive on, it don't mean nothin'
My children love me and they understand
And I got a woman who
And maybe Marlon Brando
Will be there by the fire
We'll sit and talk of Hollywood
And the good things there for hire
And the Astrodome and the first tepee
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
number
Showed him how I spit game
Call me, when you need someone to talk to
Call me, even though I'm seventeen
Call me, when you need someone to talk
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
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