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The mam'selles and frauleins, and the senoritas are sweet
But they can't compete 'cause they just don't have
What the models have, on Madison
It'll creep up on you like a kudzu vine
Even miles above the Mason-Dixon line
'Til one day you're craving hominy grits
And scanning the jukebox
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The mam'selles and frauleins, and the senoritas are sweet
But they can't compete 'cause they just don't have
What the models have, on Madison
Pour on your sweet, sweet lovin'
As sweet, as sweet as cherry wine
Sugar me, sugar me
Pour on your sweet, sweet lovin'
Your love, your love it is so fine
gently will i lay you down,
smell the sweet honeysuckle on the vine
and we'll watch the world keep spinnin' around and 'round.
if you steal away with me
Ain't too proud to beg but I need that
Baby you so sweet, my favorite treat
I tried my best to be discreet
You some fire, I feel the heat
In my
Other times I ride down low
To the vines of the fine gallows
As my mind allows
All those who broke all laws
Getting hung or beheaded
Either way they're
Guinevere, Guinevere could you find peace here?
in my home in the sweet southern pines
Guinevere, Guinevere, please save me from tears
won't you rest
around like a vine, sweet muscadine wine
The works of an angel to be
Hazel, Hazel, sweet Mother Maybelle
I'm looking to you, and, lord, it's a deep well
My forest lady, you are so sweet
My forest lady, next to the trees
She has an apple, she gives it to me
You are, my forest lady, funny and sweet
Lay
And the vines that grapple me to
The autumn in your eyes
I'm never gonna say goodbye
We know it ain't true
And when you say you'll see me next time
It's never
summer time and I hang on a vine
They're gonna make me into sweet red wine
Hanging around like a fruit on a tree
Waiting to be picked, come on cut me
Angel
I awoke from the street into your garden
Your hair is worn with vines, you are the seedsman
Garden of your charms
Past the rosy arch
You were
'Cause baby we are heading for paradise
Soak it up and move it all
Tell me are you ready
Keep the beat rock steady
Baby set your heart on the vine
from the hives of home
And berries from my old vine
And I like to get my lovin'
While I got it on my mind
My dog is asleep at my bare feet
It's a good
she couldn't even hear me
Might as well be on the darkside of the Moon
Cause it's freezin' in El Paso in the summer
All the sweet things here are dyin'
singing when your make believe bells stop ringing
When your sweet clinging vine stops clinging darling I'll be yours
I'll be yours although I know your
naturally skips a beat!
Dear
The others
(Were you the spring, you would be twice as springy!)
Who have met you
(Were you a vine, you would be twice
the border
Where pain and memory
Pain and memory have been stilled
There, across the border
And sweet blossoms fill the air
Pastures of gold and green
and honey bees feed on Mama's roses
My mem'ries just grow sweeter with the years
Mem'ries of my childhood are as sweet as mountain honey
And as fresh
you cut your hair
And the blood is red instead of sellout green
This is not the music for an R&B mind
This is flower intertwined with a vine
(In
field
Tryin' to plow a furrow
Where the soil is mighty still
How I wish I was home mom
Where the blue grass is growin'
And the sweet country boys
smells as sweet as the dew on the vine
God bless them pretty women
I wish they was mine
Their breath is as sweet
The dew on the vine
Let me eat when I am hungry
Let me drink when I am
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