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Sweeter than a honey bee, yeah, baby been sweet on me
Sweeter than a honey bee, yeah, my queen bee Oh she rock to my soul, mama love me to my soul Love me to my soul, oh she rock me to my soul She's a strutter, she can shake it some yeah, oh watch her now look at her run A strutter, she can shake it some, oh dancing having fun She love me to my soul, oh she love me to my soul Oh love me to my soul oh rock me to my soul Honey in the honey pot and, your pot is hot Honey in the honey pot and the pot is what you got To lova rocka rocka me to my soul Oh love me to my soul, rock me to my soul Oh love me to my soul, rock me to my soul Baby won't you come by me yeah, spare me this misery Sugar won't you come by me, oh I know you'll agree, 'gree, 'gree, 'gree To love me to my soul, oh to rock me to my soul Ooh rock me to my soul, oh rock me to my soul Sweeter than a honey bee oh, baby been sweet on me Sweeter than a honey bee oh, my queen bee Oh she rock me to my soul, oh rock me to my soul Oh she rock me to my soul, oh rock me to my soul These songs were made for lovers Lovers and lovers and lovers and lovers and lovers And lovers and lovers and lovers, And lovers and lovers My soul, my soul Queen bee Queen |
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| 3:12 |
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(Bobby Darin)
Your magic hands … your lovin’ eyes Your kissable lips Makes my heart realize I’m in love … I’m in love And I know it’s true For … who-o-o wouldn’t fall for irresistible you. WelI … I don’t know what you got But it’s got me and baby I’m hooked Like a fish in the sea You make angles call from above You could make the Devil fall in love An-a … who-o-o wouldn’t fall for irresistible you. Ohhh, come on … Lets dance awhile … I wanna talk … I wanna talk to you child … Been blessed … So much … too much … There is a wonder of love in your touch. Ah, don’t you fret … Don’t you worry about me ‘cause I never forget … How much you mean to me I love you … I love you My whole life through Tell me … who-o-o wouldn’t fall for irresistible you. Lets twist awhile … Don’t you ever fret … Don’t you worry about me I never forget … How much you mean to me I love you … I love you My whole life through But tell me … who-o-o wouldn’t fall for irresistible you. |
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Written by John Barlow/Delbert McClinton 1990
I found her number, and the note she wrote Deep in the pocket, of a real old coat It just got by me some way I'm having a real bad day Said she was all moved in and her apartment, sure looked fine Suggested I come by, and see her some time Said all her fixtures were new, and I'll turn them on for you She said I get home at a quarter to six I'll be waiting for your call I'll fix you something, I'm sure your gonna love but we don't have to, we don't have to eat at all that's one of the problems, of life on the road little notes like this ain't got no area code I don't know what else to say I'm having, a real bad day I don't know what to say I'm having, a real bad day |
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| 3:28 |
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| 4:08 |
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Now I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal you, uh huh
I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal you, oh yeah Well, I let into my home, you gonna leave my woman alone I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal you Now I'll be glad when you die, you rascal you, uh huh I'll be glad, oh I'll be tickled to death When you leave this earth it's true, oh yeah When you're lyin' down six feet deep, no more fried chicken will you eat I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal you, oh yeah Ah, you just ain't no good Oh, you dog, now listen here I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal you, uh huh I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal you, oh yeah I'll be standin' on the corner high, when they drag your body by I'll be glad when you're dead, you know I'm gonna be so happy When you're gone you dog I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal you |
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| 2:42 |
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If the wife and I are fussin', brother, that's alright
'Cause me and that pretty woman got a license to fight Why don't you mind your own business? Why don't you mind your own business? 'Cause if you mind your own business Then you won't be mindin' mine Oh, the woman on the party line is such a noisy thing She picks up her receiver when she knows it's my ring Why don't you mind your own business? Why don't you mind your own business? 'Cause if you mind your own business Then you won't be mindin' mine I got a pretty little girl who wears her skirts up high The boys all whistle when she walks by Why don't you mind your own business? (Mind your own business) Why don't you mind your own business? (Mind your own business) Well, if you mind your own business Then you won't be worried about mine If I wanna honky-tonk around to two or three My brother, that's my own headache, don't you worry about me Why don't you mind your own business? (Mind your own business) Why don't you mind your own business? (Mind your own business) Well, if you mind your own business Then you won't be worried about mine Mindin' other people's business might seems to be high-toned I got all that I can do just to mind my own Why don't you mind your own business? (Mind your own business) Why don't you mind your own business? (Mind your own business) Well, if you mind your own business Then you won't be mindin' mine Yes, if you mind your own business Then you'll stay busy all the time |
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They call me Mr. Pitiful
Baby, that's my name They call me Mr. Pitiful That's how I got my fame But nobody seems to understand now What makes a man feel so blue? Oh, they call me Mr. Pitiful 'Cause I lost someone just like you They call me Mr. Pitiful Yes, everybody knows now They call me Mr. Pitiful Most everyplace I go now But nobody seems to understand now What makes a man sing such a sad song Oh, when you lost everything When you lost everything, yeah, yeah How can I explain to you Somebody actin' so very blue How can I tell you about my thing All the things we'll do Yeah, Mr Pitiful Baby, that's my name They call me Mr. Pitiful That's how I got my fame But nobody seems to understand now What makes a man feel so blue They call me Mr. Pitiful 'Cause I lost someone just like you, yeah Everything is going wrong Everything I had till now, baby Oh, I got to sing you a sad song Oh, a sad song, oh, yeah I gotta get back to you one more time One more time, one more time, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah One more time, one more time One more, one more, one more time, yeah yeah yeah yeah |
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