Bama Lama Bama Loo Gotta girl named Lucinda They call her the great pretender Gotta girl named Lucinda They call her the great pretender And when she
Thank you for the days Those endless days those sacred days you gave me I'm thinking of the days I won't forget a single day believe me I bless the light
I can't believe the things I've seen I wonder bout some things I've heard Everybody's crying mercy When they don't know the meaning of the word A bad
Her lips are sweet Her legs are big Her looks can make you Dance the jig Her touch is so soft Her heart is so warm What knocks me out Is your hidden
I once held her In my arms She said she would always stay But I was cruel And I treated her like a fool I threw it all away Once I had mountains In the
The night we met The night that I won't forget You've seen what I've been waiting for But baby, I've been wrong before You held me tight And everything
You better leave my kitten all alone You better leave my kitten all alone Well I tell you big bad bulldog Well, you better leave her alone Don't you
What is it that brings you to this part of town Curiosity, conscience or fate I know it's not love Cause I once gave you love And all you showed me was
Let's go out on the town tonight My pockets are heavy with loot And get drunk and blasted (And loud in your dress of blue) I've been living from hand
If I got on my knees and I pleaded with you Not to go but to stay in my arms Would you walk out the door Like you did once before This time be different
You push me when I'm falling And then you put me down I guess I missed my calling I should have been a clown How much more How much more can I stand
Sure you haven't got the wrong number Sure it's me you want to talk to tonight Everyone in town's got your number Everyone in town's got you pegged just
(Lennon/McCartney) Step inside love, let me find you a place Where all the cares of the day Will be carried away By the smile on your face We are together
(Titus Turner) People talkin', tryin' to break us up Why don't they let us be Sticks and stones may break my bones But talk don't bother me (No) People
How many wrinkles in a pickle How many hairs in a head How many waves in the ocean How many crumbs in bed But last but not least, but baby most of all
It's hurting me It's hurting me This doubt is hurting me So remove this doubt From my heart little girl And let me live my life Knowing you care Remove
The very thought of you And I forget to do The little ordinary things That everyone ought to do I'm living in a kind of daydream I'm happy as a king
