her alone. But this rock 'n roll road has led you far into the night. Do you know where your woman is tonight? So you think you know where your woman
elle a tout perdu mais elle a bien vecue obligee d?etre gentille quand on est pauvre et petit elle est trop jeune pour crever elle est trop vieille pour
a murder trial Plus I seen it everyday, but signatured in cursive style Motherfuckers be tattle tailing like they taking names So when they take a son they drive by I'll be taking aim Pressure to pian
Today I'm livin' like a rich man's son Tomorrow mornin' I could be a bum It doesn't matter which direction though I know a woman in New Mexico Oh worse
a tin can on a string And I fell asleep with you still talking to me You said you were afraid to die In Polaroid?s you were dressed in woman?s clothes
name was Jo You said you liked my music And you really did enjoy the show Now I wanna play piano But my fingers don't agree They're busy on you woman
I play an old piano from nine till a half past one Tryin' to make a livin' watchin' everybody have fun Well, I don't miss much that ever happens on a
think I are The kind that you meet in a bar You think you can get whatever you want cause you some kinda star No I'm a comet I just want you woman Hey
Ahhhh Gentlemen Turn off your recorders I can hear them buzzin' From inside of you're tracksuits Got to get To California Where this woman is
toit d'un building, sur un vieux piano j'te f'rai du Aretha franklin On s'remettra tout les vinyles d'Otis Redding. Et comme Pretty Woman, je veux faire
you come in here?" "You looked soaked to the skin" Soaked to the skin Soaked to the skin Soaked to the skin Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah I turned to the woman and the woman
Hope climbs atop of the piano reaching out towards the warmth of the sun some man tries to ask her down but now maybe that's where she belongs my
woman is gone. The woman is gone The woman is gone The woman is gone The woman is gone The woman is gone The woman is gone The woman is gone Oh The woman
Lorraine What - you don't love me anymore? What - you're walking out the door? What - you don't like the way I chew? Hey let me tell you You're not the woman
That's when Eye'm gonna lay her 'cross my piano stool and sing 2 her Chorus Honey, Eye tried 2 tell him That U were the marrying kind A faithful 1-man-woman
my dumaflachi Played my piano like Liberace I let down my guard And my heart was as good as gone So long Yeah ya cranked my tractor Ya flicked my bic Woman
I'm real as it come if you don't know why I'm fly Seen you tryna switch it up but girl you ain't that dope I'm a Wonder Woman, let me go get my rope I