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Baby please don't go
Baby please don't go
Baby please don't go down to New Orleans
You know I love you so
Baby please don't go
When the man done gone
When the man done gone
When the man done gone down the county farm
He got the shackles on
Baby please don't go
Don't leave me
I'll be a dog
I'll be a dog woah
I'll be a dog kiss your way down here
When you walk along
Baby please don't go
Baby please don't go
Baby please don't go
Baby please don't go down to New Orleans
You know I love you so
Baby please don't go
No baby please don't leave me
Why must you go away and do this to me baby
I wanna suffer for you, suffer, suffer
Oh baby please dont go
No!
Baby, baby, baby, please don't go, please dont go
Dont go and leave me, please don't go
Baby, humm, baby, ahah
Oh dont go, no don't go
Oh don't go, no don't go
Ah don't go, don't go so slow
Oh don't go, no don't go
Why must you leave me lying on my back
Going across left side of the track
Found yourself a new man I know
So baby please don't go
Baby please don't go
No no no no
Oh please, please don't leave me
I don't want to be left alone baby
Ah don't go, don't go, don't go
No!
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She's got style that woman
Makes me smile that woman
She's got spunk that woman
Funk that woman
She's got speed my lady
Got what I need my babe
She's got the ability, hey
To make a man outta me
But most important of all
Let me tell you
My lady's got balls
She's got balls
She's got balls
She's got balls
She's got soul my lady
Likes to crawl my lady
All around the floor on her hands and knees
Oh because she likes to please me
But most important of all, ah
Let me tell you
The lady's got balls
She's got balls
She's got balls
She's got balls
And she's got taste my lady
Pace my lady
Makes my heart race
With her pretty face
She's got balls my lady
Likes to crawl my lady
Hands and knees all around the floor
No one has to tell her what a fella is for
But let me tell you all, ooh yeah
The lady's got balls
She's got balls, she's got balls
She's got balls, she's got balls
She's got balls, my lady's got
She's got balls, balls
She's got balls, get it on
She's got balls
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Saw you in the front row
Moving to the beat
Just movin' and groovin'
Killed me when I saw
The wet patch on your seat
Was it Coca Cola?
Oh baby I hope you liked the show
When the band said goodnight
I had to say hello
Little lover, I can't get you off my mind, no
Little lover, I've been trying hard to find
Someone like you
Oh baby you sure looked sweet
Cruisin'
A leg either side
Of my motorcycle seat
Just oozin'
Could have been a nightmare
Could have been a dream
But on my way home, baby
I thought I heard you scream
Little lover, I can't get you off my mind
Little Lover, oh I tried so hard to find
Someone to give me the things that I need, ah
Little lover, I can't get you off my mind, no
Little Lover, oh I tried so hard to find
Someone like you
You had my picture on your bedroom wall
Next to Gary Glitter, yeah
I was standing on the stage playing rock 'n' roll
I was a guitar picker, yeah
Never had a record
Never had a hit
Ooh baby, you didn't mind a bit
Little lover, I can't get you off my mind
Little Lover, you know I tried so hard to find
Someone like you, you, you
Baby I know you're a
Little lover, ooh
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You've been ???? baby
You've been singin' in the bed
You've been actin' like a lady
Not a dirty photograph
Then tonight I came home early
????
It's been worryin' me honey
Just what you're gonna do
Stick around, yeah, stick around
Stick around, babe, stick around
When you came on like a hurricane
About a month ago
???? and bees
Always on the ????
All the good times ????
All stayed in the past
All the good lays that I get
Never seem to last
Stick around, yeah, stick around
Stick around, babe, stick around
Come on baby sit on this
What have I been doin' lately
To make you wanna go
I ????
Now we can go out to a show
Splendid night romances
????
Listen to me baby
You'll be glad you stopped around
Stick around, yeah, stick around
Stick around, babe, stick around
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Well I met her in the garden
Underneath that old apple tree
Sitting with a handful of flowers
Looking as cool as can be
We talked away a couple of hours
Then she laid her hand on my lap
Oh I thought I got to be dreaming
I didn't know I fell in her trap
Then she made me say things I didn't want to say
Then she made me play games I didn't want to play
She was a soul stripper, yeah
She took my heart
She was a soul stripper, ooh
And tore me apart
She started moving nice and easy
Slowly getting near to my spine
Killing off each last little feeling
Ooh everyone she could find
And when she had me hollow and naked, yeah
That's when she put me down
Pulled out a knife and flashed it before me
Stuck it in and turned it around
Then she made me say things I didn't want to say, you know
Then she made me play games I didn't want to play
She was a soul stripper, yeah
Ooh she took my heart
Ooh was a soul stripper
Tore me apart
Soul stripper, soul stripper
You're a soul stripper
Soul stripper, soul stripper
Soul stripper
Took out my heart
And tore it apart
Aah you're a soul stripper
Soul stripper, soul stripper
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You can roll me round your finger
You can roll me if I'm blind
You can roll me tally ho ho
I'm the easy rollin' kind
But don't think I'm facin' down hill
'Cause soon you'll see
You'll lose your grip and slip
'Cause you ain't got a hold on me
You ain't got a hold on me
You ain't got a hold on me
Why don't you let me be
'Cause you ain't got a hold on me
You can take me to your bedroom
You can take me to your heart
You can take me to a climax
I won't fall apart
But don't count on me givin' it
All back to you
Just because I'm hooked on livin
Doesn't mean I'm hooked on you
You ain't got a hold on me
You ain't got a hold on me
Why don't you let me be, no no
You ain't got a hold on me
Oh let me be
You ain't got a hold on me
You ain't got a hold on me
Why don't you just let me be
'Cause you ain't got a hold on me
You ain't got a hold on me
You ain't got a hold on me
You ain't got a hold on me
Hey you ain't got a hold on me
Ain't got a hold on me
Ain't got a hold on me
Ain't got a hold on me
Ain't got a hold on me
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I can tell by the look in your eyes,
I can tell by the way you sigh
That you know I've been thinking of you
And you know what I want to do.
Oh Jean,
Oh Jean,
Oh Jean,
Oh Jean
When you smile I see stars in the sky,
When you smile I see sunrise,
And I know you've been thinking of me,
And I know how you want to be.
Oh Jean,
Oh Jean,
Oh Jean,
Oh Jean.
I can tell by the things you say,
I can tell that you know the way,
And I know what you want me to do,
Oh, I've got hearts and flowers for you,
If you leave me you'll make me cry,
When I think of you,
Saying good bye,
Oh the sky turns a deeper blue,
That's - that's how I'd feel if I lost you.
Jean,
Oh Jean
Uh - Don't go and leave me,
Just love,
I love you,
I love you,
Don't leave me,
Don't make cry when I think about you,
Don't you go and leave me.
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You learn to sing
You learn to play
Why don't the businessmen
Ever learn to pay
That's show business (Show business)
Show business (Show business)
Show business
That's the way it goes
You play in halls
Play in bars
You're climbin' walls
Chasin' stars
That's show business (Show business)
Show business (Show business)
Show business
That's the way it goes
You pay the man
You pay your dues
When it's all gone, ooh
You sing the blues
Show business (Show business)
Show business (Show business)
Show business
That's the way it goes
You wanna roll
You wanna rock
You find it hard
If your guitar's in hock
That's show business (Show business)
Show business (Show business)
Show business
That's the way it goes
You're smoking butts
They smoke cigars
You're drown in debt
They drown in bars
That's show business (Show business)
Show business (Show business)
Show business
That's the way it goes
You pull a chick
Take her home
No use, man
You're worn out to the bone
That's show business (Show business)
Show business (Show business)
Show business
That's the way it goes
That's show business, show business
That's show business, show business, show business
That's the way it goes
Know what I mean
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