Now that you've been bought and sold You don't have time to fix the mess you're in And if I may be so bold I bet you couldn't even do it again Lying
Oh, Saturday night, everyone's having fun I'm down at the laundromat trying to get my washing done Like I've done before, time and time again Watching
Oh this suggestion may be a bit suggestive, But I've had it on my mind all night. and you're intensive but you're dying for attention, Girl, it takes
BABY PUT YOUR CLOTHES ON Writers Bill Anderson, Buddy Cannon, Paul Overstreet RECORDED BY TRACY BYRD Baby put your clothes on, put on those brand new
I had that something from my head to my eye Just as I made it to the front of the line. I only seen them out in front of the rehab. My buddy's check form
She's got another fantasy She lives in flat number twenty three Picked first prize for Carnival Queen And now she takes her clothes off Collects the
She said, ?I'm going out with my girlfriends For margaritas at the Holiday Inn? Oh have mercy my only thought Was tequila makes her clothes fall off
Clothes aren't what they used to be They don't seem to fit you and me, anymore Modesty is out the door Flaunting what we've got and more is in, yeah,
Hold me close and understand It's now that I need you There's so much doubt when I'm alone I'm wrapped in clothes of blue And I need you to assure me
(Bill Anderson/Buddy Cannon/Paul Overstreet) Baby put your clothes on, put on those brand new shoes I wanna take you downtown, I gotta little blues
[Chorus] So many people are hurt inside Don't even know him even though they might have heard of God Can He love me? Will He hear my prayer? Or, think
If we were nude, would we have freedom? Would it be so rude or is there a reason? And if we all stripped, wouldn't it be revealing? Wouldn't have to be
I don't wear a coat since I love the cold. And it's not my fault I was never told to be polite when I speak. Bow to crowds' applause from empty seats.
(This song came out of my first public drag experience at the age of 25, which brought back many memories of earlier private experiences. For my mother
Einmal schwarz - einmal weib, und blinde Aggression Ich steh' auf dem Kopf - runter! Komm runter! Siehst du denn nicht die Rassen - Rassentrennung? Schalt
Chorus (4x): Nig got a closet full of clothes Nig gotta stay fresh for the hoes Verse One: Yeah, nigga got a closet full of clothes I ain't 21 but
I steal to feed, I fight to breathe Through hunger not greed I find these days it's the only way I can survive What have I done with my life? Is this
Yeah, nigga The smoke of New York Get up, come on There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you Some say your soul may burn in the flame So front
