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| 4:36 | 
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| 2. |
| 8:04 |
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| 3. |
| 4:46 | 
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Me and Mrs. Jones, we got a thing going on,
We both know that it's wrong But it's much too strong to let it cool down now. We meet ev'ry day at the same cafe, Six-thirty I know she'll be there, Holding hands, making all kinds of plans While the jukebox plays our favorite song. Me and Mrs., Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones got a thing going on, We both know that it's wrong, But it's much too strong to let it cool down now. We gotta be extra careful that we don't build our hopes too high Cause she's got her own obligations and so do I, Me, me and Mrs., Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones got a thing going on, We both know that it's wrong, But it's much too strong to let it cool down now. Well, it's time for us to be leaving, It hurts so much, it hurts so much inside, Now she'll go her way and I'll go mine, But tomorrow we'll meet the same place, the same time. Me and Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones. |
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| 5:16 |
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| 5. |
| 6:26 |
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| 6:32 |
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It's a little bit fUnny Lord, this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide I don't have much money but, boy, if I did I'd buy a big mansion where we both could live If, if, if I was a sculpture Lord, honey, but then again, no (then again no, no) Or a man who makes potions in a travelin' show I know it's not much, I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do You gave me a gift Lord, and I'm gonNA sing it for you And you can tell everybody that this is your song (this is your song) It may be a quite, quite simple, but that's how it's done I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind What I wrote down in words, words How wonderful life is when you're in the world, world, world If, if, (if), if I was on a rooftop I'd kick off my shoes (kick off my shoes , kick my shoes off) I'll write a few verses and then I get the blues But the sun's been quite, quite kind while I wrote this song It's for people like you and people like me I wanna, I wanna keep turnin' on So excuse me, so excuse me So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do Lord (these things I do Lord) You see, you see I've forgotten if they're green or blue Anyway the thing is, anyway the thing is, what I really mean You've got the sweetest eyes, you've got the sweetest eyes The clearest eyes I've ever seen, I hope you got back I hope you, I hope you got back and tell everybody That this is your song (this is your song) It may be quite, quite simple, but now that's how it's done I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind But I wrote down in words Lord, words I'm doin' it for how wonderful it is when you're in the world, world, world If, if, (if), if I sat upon a rooftop I'd kick off my shoes, oh yeah (kick off my shoes, kick my shoes off) I'll write a few verses and then I get the blues But the sun's been quite, quite kind while I wrote this song It's for people like you, people like me I wanna, wanna keep turnin' on, so escuse me, so escuse me So escuse me forgetting, but these things I do (these things I do Lord) You see, you see I've forgotten if they're green or blue, baby And anyway the thing is, anyway the thing is, what I really mean You are the sweetest eyes, the sweetest eyes The sweetest eyes I've ever seen I want you to go back, go back and and tell everybody That Billy Paul's got a song (Billy Paul's got a song) I'm, I'm gonna sit upon a, a rooftop and kick off my shoes I'm gonna write it (write it), write it (write it), write it (write it) I might come out with the Gospel (Gospel), the blues (blues), The jazz (jazz), the rock and roll I'm gonna, got to, got to write me a simple song for everybody Because this is my song (this is my song) It may be quite, quite simple but that's the way it's done I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind What I wrote down in words, words You come back, you try to try again, try again Tell everybody that Billy Paul's got a song (Billy Paul's got a song) It may be quite, quite simple but that's how it's done, baby I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind what I wrote down in words Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it ooooh Get back, get, got, oh no |
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| 4:24 |
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