Paroles:
Seal Knock On Wood

knock, knock, knock on wood Babe I better I just don't know how else I'm gonna Knock, knock, knock on wood I better knock on wood Babe, I better knock, knock, knock on

knock on wood Baby, I better knock Think I better knock on wood Think I better knock on wood Think I better knock on wood Think I better knock, knock, knock Think I better knock

junkie selling Christmas seals on North Park Street. The "Priest," they called him. "Fight tuberculosis, folks." People hurried by, gray shadows on a

To Elysium They say there's a place for those who are good With it's pearly gates swinging wide open The rest of us here are just knocking on wood Quietly

let walk by People on these streets that you don't try There's some rules on these streets that we all go by Dope on these streets that you don't buy

You don't know that I felt good When we up and parted You don't know I knocked on wood Gladly broken-hearted Worrying is through, I sleep all night Appetite

VERSE You don't know that I felt good when we up and parted. You don't know I knocked on wood gladly broken-hearted. Worrying is trought, I sleep all

junkie selling Christmas seals On North Park Street The "Priest" they called him "Fight tuberculosis, folks" People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant

six, so the game locked up 9-4 Fleetwood, headlights on Fifth let back, but the trunk moved on Flying through the hood, with the six 12's on Seal in