You're the one I adore, come over here and give me more
I'm going back to New York City; I do believe I've had enough
If your mem'ry serves you well,; You'll remember you're the one; That called on me to call on them; To get you your favors done.
When my life is over, it'll be like a puff of smoke,; How long must I suffer, Lord, how long must I be provoked?; Satan will give you a little taste, then he'll move in with rapid speed,; Lord keep my blind side covered and see that I don't bleed.
Some things are too hot to touch; The human mind can only stand so much
But I mean no harm nor put fault, On anyone that lives in a vault, But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,; All the pigeons gonna run to him.
Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature?
Yes, I see you on your window ledge; But I can't tell just how far away you are from the edge
You will search, babe, At any cost.; But how long, babe, Can you search for what's not lost?
I don't need any reminder; To know how much I really care
Don’t think twice, it’s all right
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Well, anybody can be just like me, obviously; But then, now again, not too many can be like you, fortunately.
Oh, the only decent thing I did when I worked as a postal clerk; Was to haul your picture down off the wall near the cage where I used to work.; Was I a fool or not to try to protect your identity?; You looked a little burned out, my friend,; I thought it might be up to me.
I must admit I felt a little uneasy; When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe
Leaving men wholly, totally free; To do anything they wish to do but die
Where black is the color, where none is the number
As the last fire truck from hell; Goes rolling by, all good people are praying
Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted
Radiant jewel, mystical wife.
In your teardrops, I can see my own reflection
Talk about perfection, I ain't never seen none
Lay down your weary tune, lay down,; Lay down the song you strum,; And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings; No voice can hope to hum.
And then you told me later, as I apologized; That you were just kiddin' me, you weren't really from the farm
I'd never say; That I done it the way; That you'd have liked me to.
We sat in an empty theater and we kissed,; I asked ya please to cross me off-a your list.
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a bowl of soup
You say you love me; And you're thinkin' of me,; But you know you could be wrong.
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born
Don't you cry and don't you die and don't you burn
Time is an ocean but it ends at the shore; You may not see me tomorrow.
Heart of mine be still,; You can play with fire, But you'll get the bill
you remind me of something that used to be; somethin' that crossed over from another century
Don't have to look no further, you're the soul of many things.
I'm in love with a woman who don't even appeal to me
Now there's spiritual warfare and flesh and blood breaking down.; Ya either got faith or ya got unbelief and there ain't no neutral ground.
They said it was the land of milk and honey,; now they say it's the land of money.; Who ever thought they could ever make that stick.
She says, "What'll it be?"; I say, "I don't know, you got any soft boiled eggs?"
Now you stand here expectin' me to remember somethin' you forgot to say
Won't you dance with me?; I'm fallin' in love with you.
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
They say ev'rything can be replaced
Handy dandy, he got a basket of flowers and a bag full or sorrow
How did I meet you? I don't know.
Well, it's always been my nature to take chances; My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
If you get close to her, kiss her once for me
your pleasure knows no limits
You speak to me; In sign language; As I'm eating a sandwich
You can't get to glory by the raising and the lowering of no flag.; Put your goodness next to God's and it comes out like a filthy rag.
Give me a string bean, I'm a hungry man.
It was then that I got up to leave; But she said, "Don't forget,; Everybody must give something back; For something they get."
Silver and gold; Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
Turn your back, wash your hands,; There's always someone who understands
Oh it's rush hour now; On the wheel and the plow; And the sun is going down; Upon the sacred cow.
Give ya delusions of grandeur; And a evil eye; Give you idea that; You're too good to die
And the words that are used; For to get the ship confused; Will not be understood as they're spoken.
