I want a man with a mind like a diamond
I want a man who knows what’s best
And if he could buy me the perfect long jacket, I’d be oh, so happy (been looking for almost two years, I should just learn to sew).
To each their own, I suppose. My wife always said she wants a man with a slow hand - with an easy touch. Someone who will take his time, not come and go in a heated rush.
I don’t want anybody else. When I think about you I touch myself. Ooh I don’t want anybody else. When I think about you I touch myself.
Born to hand-jive, baby,
Born to hand-jive baby- yeah!
How low can you go?
How low can you go?
How low can you go?
How low can you go?
Higher, higher, higher and higher
Now can you hand-jive, baby?
Oh can you hand-jive, baby?
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah
Born to hand-jive, oh yeah!
So you people all seem to know a lot about relationships. I’ve got this problem with my man. You see, he wants to put my love upon a shelf. I said, “Baby, why you wanna treat me this way? I’m still your lover. I still feel the same way.” But he just told me a story about free milk and a cow. :rolleyes:
What should I do? I want him real bad and I’m about to give in.
Well, is he the son of a preacherman?
Because the only one who could ever reach you is the son of a preacherman.
The only boy who could ever teach you is the son of a preacherman
It’s clear he need to learn a little R-E-S-P-E-C-T for you. I know you get tired, just keep on trying.
And did you meet him at Love,
Brother Love’s Traveling Salvation Show? Pack up the babies, grab the old ladies – Everyone goes, everyone knows Brother Love’s show.
But what about a son of a son of a sailor? As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin’ man, he has chalked up many a mile. He’s read dozens of books about heroes and crooks, and he’s learned much from both of their styles.
Yes, but he’s also done a bit of smugglin’, he’s run his share of grass
He made enough money to buy Miami, but he pissed it away so fast
And I saw him, he was just tryin’ ta hold it steady while he pissed on the wall.
I don’t know who’s son he was, or whether he got to Miami, but we picked up a boy just south of Mobile. Gave him a ride, filled him with a hot meal. She was sixteen, he was twenty-one and papa woulda shot him if he knew what he’d done.
Was it a case of the Smuggler’s Blues?
Well she needs to tell her papa not to preach and that she is keeping her baby.
That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today. Said he’d be pleased to have dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way. He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge, and she and Billy Joe was throwing somethin’ off the Tallahatchie Bridge.
Isn’t that the bridge over troubled waters?
I think so. You know, the one at the end of the long and winding road.
That’s the one. Those waters are pretty choppy, and have you noticed how dark it seems? Don’t know why there’s no sun up in the sky. Stormy weather.
Oh, don’t I know it. It was just last evening that I saw them…
red skies at night…
whoa-oh…
Well, we didn’t start the fire. It was always burning since the world’s been turning.