Say man, they tell me you think you're pretty good Don't you know you're in my neighborhood They tell me you're pretty fast on your feet So I want you
A new bad girl, who get on my block I gave her my keys, and dont bother to knock I said c'mon, ya got what I need I said come on, don't make my heart
(A-1-2-3-4) I said Chatterbox I said ya squalk a lot C'mon gimma some lips Yeah Chatterbox I call you up Don't give me no line I'm comin in your home
[Originally by Clarence "Frogman" Henry] I ain't got no home No place to roam I ain't got a home No place to roam I'm a lonely boy I ain't got a home
Go point your camera some other way Ain't gonna be in your movie today You got surveillance for reality Then you best not even look at me! Why, why,
Cupid, draw back your bow and you let your arrow go Straight to my lover's heart for me, nobody but me Cupid, please hear my cry and let your arrow fly
(Sonny Boy Williamson II) Goin' down to Rosie's Gonna talk to Fanny May I gotta tell her what I heard Her boyfriend say But don't you start me talkin
Been cravin' more life and more love That lives in the soul of my heart Don't wanna be no artist I'm a dancin', singin' work of art You lit my heart
I swam out too far from the shore Afraid you won't see me anymore Out in the middle of a rolling sea With the waves and the water washing over me Mama
Your design's so intelligent Ain't no way that was an accident Come on shake your monkey hips My pretty little creationist Oh yeah Ain't gonna anthropomorphize
I was sittin' there all alone I was prayin' you would come home I was listenin' to an old blues song You see, I'm wounded, wounded and bleeding Won't
Something must have happened over Manhattan Who can expound all the children this time Could they ever, could they ever Expect such a Frankenstein
Jumpin' out of room alive It's all struggle and strife Gimme luv and turn on the light When I come over the hill With a folded dollar bill It's, 'Baby
This is an exorcism of despair yeah Yeah oh yeah ah ha Sung about the lyricism of suffering Yeah oh yeah, my blood flesh and nerves all singin' along
Gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born Got a boy child comin Like a son of a gun A boy and girl Both jump and shout And world's gonna find out
what I ain't now what you need is A plastic doll with a fresh coat of paint Who's gonna sit through the madness And always acts so quaint Said yeah yeah yeah With your new
When I come down and all my money is spent Try as I may, I don't know where it went For the good times and all the fun that I had Just can't remember
C'mon boys When I woke up this mornin Boys I was gone My girlfreind asked me Where do I come from Put my face up in the mirror Just to clock my wheres
