Once, upon a time, I could control myself
Ooh once, upon a time, I could lose myself, yeah
You take my self, you take my self control
You got me livin’ only for the night
Before the morning comes, the story’s told
You take my self, you take my self control
No self-control
You know I hate to hurt you
I hate to see your pain
But I don’t know how to stop
When you’re on the bottom
Crawl back to the top
Something pulls you up
And a voice you can’t stop
It won’t let you stop
Now everything’s a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped
What’s good is bad, what’s bad is good, you’ll find out when you reach the top
You’re on the bottom
I was lost till you were found
But I never knew how far down
I was falling
Before I reached the bottom
Heave and a ho and I love my baby so
In the bottom of the bottomless pit
Don’t make a sound or we might drag your baby down
To the bottom of the bottomless pit
Big bottom, big bottom
Talk about mud flaps, my girl’s got 'em
Big bottom, drive me out of my mind
How could I leave this behind?
Young girl, get out of my mind.
My love for you is way out of line.
A sin for him
Desire within, desire within
A burning veil
For the bride too dear for him
Over the counter with a shotgun
Pretty soon everybody got one
And the fever when I’m beside her
Desire, desire
I’m dwiving in my cah, I turn on the wadio
I’m puwwing you cwose. You just say no.
You say you don’t wike it but I know you’re a wiar
'Cause when we kiss, Ooooh, Fiwe.
Munce. Tice. Fee Tines A Mady.
I work rearry hard and make up great prans
But nobody ristens, no one understands
Seems like no one takes me serirousry
And so I’m ronery, a rittle ronery
Poor rittle me
ROXANNE, you don’t have to put on the red light
ROXANNE, you don’t have to put on the red light
Red skies at night, red skies at night
Oh oh (oh oh), whoa oh oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Red skies at night, red skies at night
Oh oh (oh oh), whoa oh oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
The sailors say “Brandy, you’re a fine girl” (you’re a fine girl)
“What a good wife you would be” (such a fine girl)
“Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea”
Son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
Son of a gun; load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer.
If they try to hold me for trial
I’ll stay out of gaol by paying my bail
And after I’ll go to the court of appeal saying
“You’ve done me wrong,” it’s the same old song, forever
The judge said guilty on a make-believe trial
Slapped the sherriff on the back with a smile
Said supper’s waiting at home and I gotta get to it