In your lips I sense a danger,
You’ve got the eyes of a stranger.
In your lips I see a danger,
You’ve got the eyes of a stranger.
People are strange when you’re a stranger
Faces look ugly when you’re alone
Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted
Streets are uneven when you’re down
What a wicked game you played to make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do to let me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say you never felt this way
What a wicked thing to do to make me dream of you
Don’t do me like that
Don’t do me like that
I just might need you honey
Don’t do me like that
She’s as sweet as Tupelo honey,
She’s an angel of the first degree.
She’s as sweet as Tupelo honey,
Just like honey from the bee.
And brother married Becky Thompson; they bought a store in Tupelo
There was a virus going 'round; papa caught it, and he died last spring
And now mama doesn’t seem to want to do much of anything
You give me fever when you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever in the the morning, fever all through the night
He only want me when I’m not there,
He better call Becky with the good hair
He better call Becky with the good hair
Gimme a head with hair,
Long beautiful hair.
Shining, gleaming,
Streaming, flaxen, waxen–
Give me down to there hair,
Shoulder length or longer,
Here baby, there mama,
Everywhere, daddy, daddy…
Almost cut my hair
Happened just the other day
It’s gettin’ kind of long
I could’ve said it was in my way
But I didn’t and I wonder why
I feel like letting my freak flag fly
And I feel like I owe it, to someone, yeah
Sign said; long haired freaky people need not apply…
Darlin’, give me a head with hair, long beautiful hair
Shining, gleaming, steaming, flaxen, waxen
Give me down to there hair, shoulder length or longer
Here, baby, there, momma, everywhere, daddy, daddy
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Psst, boson … see post 2129. 
But no problem; I can continue:
And when I awoke and felt you warm and near,
I kissed your honey hair with my grateful tears.
Oh, I love you, girl; oh, I love you.
I looked in the mirror today
My eyes just didn’t seem so bright
I’ve lost a few more hairs
I think I’m, I’m going bald
I think I’m going bald!
I’ve been spending way too much time checking my tongue in the mirror,the glass fogged up,
So I drew in a face and I laughed…
Schooch a little closer dear and I will nibble your ear…
Just take a look at your body now,
There’s nothing much to save
And a bitter voice in the mirror cries,
“Hey, Prince, you need a shave.”
Let’s get physical, physical,
I want to get physical,
Let’s get into physical.
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk,
Let me hear your body talk.
You got red lips, snakes in your eyes
Long legs, great thighs
You got the cutest ass I’ve ever seen
Knock me down for a six any time
Look at me I gotta case of body language
Body language
I got a new-fangled tango
And there’s nothing to it
You just sort of stand there
And just sort of do it
You stand close together
There’s no wasted motion
A new fangled tango
An old fashioned motion
When you’re dancing her dance
You don’t stand a chance
Her grip of romance
Makes you fall
So you think, “Might as well
Dance a tango to hell
At least I’ll have tangoed at all”
The Tango Maureen