Janey Needs A Shooter
Well janey's got a doctor who tears apart her insides.
He investigates her and silently bates her every little sigh.
Oh, he probes with his fingers but he knows her heart only through a stethescope.
Oh, his hands are so old and his instruments so cold
Janey turns him down like dope.
And janey's got a proctor. from his marble pulpit he smiles.
He provides consolation and an open invitation to confession at any time.
Between the pages of his bible he holds from what janey he hides.
With her doors open wide she begs "come inside."
He's too long been content to mess around with the handles on the outside.
And janey needs a shooter
A shooter like this boy on her side
Janey needs a shooter
Someone who knows her style
And i know her style
Well janey loved a mechanic who owned a gas station down on route 9.
Well she took him to bed and i beat my head on *his gas tanks and bled all over his tires.
And then he smashed my car with big tow bar. i got out and asked him why.
He said, "'cuz with her it's either you or me, and it's gonna be me."
And i watched janey silently stand by.
Then she flopped with a cop who lived 'round the block.
He'd come peak in my window every night.
Janey's skin would turn pale as the siren he'd wail outside my house all night long when he knew she was inside.
She said his big gun was fun but janey's small, and sometimes he scared her.
So i held her real close. she was more a saint than a ghost.
And told her i so long had been prepared for her.
And janey needs a shooter
A shooter just like me on her side
Janey needs a shooter
Somebody who won't let her slide
And i can't let her slide
Woah, stay in here tonight, baby, and i won't let you slide.
I'm stayin' here tonight, woah, janey, and i won't let you slide.
I'm stayin' here tonight. baby i'm a-can'(t) let you slide.
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Janey, Dont You Lose Heart
You got your book baby with all your fears
Let me honey and Ill catch your tears
Ill take your sorrow if you want me to
Come tomorrow
Thats what Ill do
Listen to me
Janey dont you lose heart
Janey dont you lose heart
Janey dont you lose heart
Janey dont you lose heart
Well you say you got no new dreams to touch
You feel like a stranger babe who knows too much
You come home late and get undressed
You lie in bed and feel this emptiness
Well listen to me
Janey dont you lose heart
Janey dont you lose heart
Janey dont you lose heart
Janey dont you lose heart
Till every river it runs dry
Until the suns torn from the sky
Till every feel youve felt burst free
Gone tumblin down into the sea
Listen to me
Janey dont you lose heart
Janey dont you lose heart
Janey dont you lose heart
Janey dont you lose heart
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Spare Parts
Booby said hed pull out bobby stayed in
Janey had a baby wasnt any sin
They were set to marry on a summer day
Bobby got scared and he ran away
Jane moved in with here ma out on shawnee lake
She sighed ma sometimes my whole life feels like one big mistake
She settled in in a back room time passed on
Later that winter a son came along
Spare parts and broken hearts
Keep the world turnin around
Now janey walked that baby across the floor night after night
But she was a young girl and she missed the party lights
Meanwhile in south texas in a dirty oil patch
Bobby heard about his son bein born and swore he wasnt ever goin back
Spare parts and broken hearts
Keep the world turnin around
Janey heard about a woman over in calverton
Put her baby in the river let the river roll on
She looked at her boy in the crib where he lay
Got down on her knees cried till she prayed
Mist was on the water low run the tide
Janey held her son down at the riverside
Waist deep in water how bright the sun shone
She lifted him in her arms and carried him home
As he lay sleeping in her bed janey took a look around at everything
Went to a drawer in her bureau and got out her old engagement ring
Took out her wedding dress tied that ring up in its sash
Went straight down to the pawn shop man and walked out with some good
Cold cash
Spare parts and broken hearts
Keep the world turnin around
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Spirit In The Night
Crazy janey and her mission man were back in the alley tradin hands long came wild billy with his friend g-man all duded up for saturday night
Billy slammed on his coaster brakes and said anybody wanna go on up to greasy lake
Its about a mile down on the dark side of route 88
I got a bottle of rose so lets try it
Well pick up hazy davy and killer joe and Ill take you all out to where the gypsy angels go
Theyre built like light
And they dance like spirits in the night (all night) in the night (all night)
Oh you dont know what they can do to you
Spirits in the night, in the night
Stand up now and let it shoot through you
Well now wild billy was a crazy cat and he shook some dust out of his coonskin cap
He said trust some of this itll show you where youre at or at least itll help you really feel it
By the time we made it up to greasy lake I had my head out the window and janeys fingers in the cake
I think I really dug her 'cause I was too loose to fake
I said Im hurt she said honey let me heal it
And we danced all night to a soul fairy band
And she kissed me just right like only a lonely angel can
She felt just right just like as sweet as a spirit in the night
In the night baby dont know what she do to you
Spirits in the night, in the night
Stand up now and let her shoot right through you
Now the night grew bright and the stars threw light in billy and davy
Dancin in the moonlight
We were down near the water in a stone mud fight
Killer joed passed out on the lawn
Well hazy davy got really hurt he crawled into the lake in just his socks and a shirt
Me and crazy janey were makin love in the dirt singin our birthday songs
Janey said hey little brother dont you think its time now we go
So we closed our eyes and said goodbye to gypsy angel row felt just right
Together we moved like spirits in the night, all night
Baby dont know what it do to you
Spirits in the night, all night
Stand up now and let it shoot right through you
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Jeanny Needs A Shooter
I was born down by the river
Where the dirty river flows
And the cool wind cut through me
It cut right through my clothes
And the anger and the yearning
Like fever in my veins
Set the fire burning
She came down from knightstown
With her hands hard from the line
From the first time I laid eyes on her
I knew that shes be mine
Her father was a lawman
He swore hed shoot me dead
cause he knew I wanted jeannie
And Id have her like Id said
Jeannie needs a shooter, shooter like me
Jeannie needs a shooter
Jeannie needs a shooter, shooter on her side
Jeannie needs a shooter
Jeannie needs a shooter
Jeannie needs a shooter
We met down by the river
On the final day in may
And when I leaned down to kiss her
She did not turn away
I drew out all my money
And together we did vow
To meet that very evening
And to get away somehow
Jeannie needs a shooter, shooter like me
Jeannie needs a shooter
Jeannie needs a shooter, shooter on her side
Jeannie needs a shooter
Jeannie needs a shooter
Jeannie needs a shooter
The night was cold and rainy
Down by the borderline
I was riding hard to meet her
When a shot rang out behind
As I lay there in the darkness
With a pistol by my side
Jeannie and her father
Rode off into the night
Jeannie needs a shooter
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Miracle Of This Moment
Enjoying the global world through the Internet
sharing the breathless delight that produced a
halo round Simon Cowell's head & made Piers
Morgan beam like a light -when eighty-year old
grandmother Janey Cutler from Glasgow got up
and made the audience clap -for her courage to
walk on stage and sing "No Regrets" in a voice
as strong and amazing as her resilient spirit
All started to cheer inflating with pride at sharing
life with her representing us - feisty & charming
as we all wish to be at her age, and in my usual
obsessive way I replay the video over and over
heart swelling until I am no longer tethered to
this office but fly in the sky wishing to imprint
my soul with the miracle of this moment in
order to carry the memory forever
Janey Cutler - Britain's Got Talent - Glasgow
Eighty Years Old 2010
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Old Tin Liz
We have scrubbed, and scoured and polished, till she's looking just like new,
And her good old engines singing, and our hearts are singing too,
While the magpies pipe a chorus, and the air's like a sparkling fizz.
And we're going to the races in the Old Tin Liz.
T'was the first car in the district, how we swelled our chests with pride,
As we asked our poorer neighbours to step up and take a ride,
Now they pass us by, disdainful, in the newest make there is,
Wondering why we cling so faithfully to Old Tin Liz.
When we'd got her, new and shining, Oh the picnics that we had,
Mother shredding all her troubles, Father larking like a lad,
While we youngsters sang in chorus, as our bubbling spirits riz,
Sitting decked with ferns and wattles in the Old Tin Liz.
But when Janey got a snake bite, ah! the terror of that day,
Nothing in the house to cure her, and the doctor miles away,
'Twas then Lizzie showed her mettle. Oh she had a heart of gold
Roaring up those flinty ridges liked a blessed two-year-old.
And the doctor cured our Janey, but the good old car helped too.
She has shared our joys and sorrows, and she's always pulled us through
Carting water in the drought time, pulling cattle from the bogs
Snorting gaily through the paddocks, over stones and stumps and logs.
The the precious hours on sunday-coming home from early Mass,
While the air's all hushed and holy, and the dew's still on the grass,
Sitting reverent and silent, what a blessed time it is:
We are near to Heaven then, in the Old Tin Liz.
poem by Alice Guerin Crist
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She's Your Baby
Janey came back from the stand
Smiling
With the writing of Kafka in hand
And a bunny in a can
Slipping and sliding
You feel yourself asking her
Why would you want me to try?
Squeezing your wrist and she's pulling you closer
Down where the devils are dying with laughter
Then led to a place where there's no form of pleasure
She blows you a kiss from her lips
She's your baby
Those below us can not be renounced
Cause they're talking
And for once I wish they'd shut up their mouths
Lock their doors and stay in the house
And while you're inside there
You might want to question the fact
That you're not quite the same
And look to the room where she's keeping so quiet
A million layers of crust and deposit
Blanket the seasons and bury the reasons
You told her that this was for good
She's your baby
song performed by by Ween
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Zindagi (A poem written in (Urdu)
Zindagi ka safar yo-hee chalta rehaga
Na janay kis mor pe kon milay ga
Haseen khawab dekhay… pee-ro-ey thay sapnay
Paat jhar ki terah dukh de gaye hai apnay
Merey haat-oo ki rekha aab mit sey gaye hai
Anderehi hain raah-een..ye kai zindagi hai?
Na janey meray dil mai kyun koi buss na paya
Ke-lo-nay ki terah zindagi ne sa-ta-ya.
poem by Meena Mustafa
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High Ball Shooter
Well Im a rock and roll preacher
Not a sunday school teacher
You aint no shady lady
But I love the way you strut your stuff
Youre a snow queen looking mean
Tryin to make it on the scene
I guess you love it
cause I always see you hanging around
Youre a high ball shooter
You make it easy to see
High ball shooter
You sure ripped the low ones off me
A magnet brought you to me
Told me your name was jo
You said you liked my music
And you really did enjoy the show
Now I wanna play piano
But my fingers dont agree
Theyre busy on you woman
And I feel your fingers workin on me
Youre a high ball shooter
You make it easy to see
High ball shooter
You sure ripped the low ones off me
Its time to leave you honey
I know youre feeling sad
Dont you cry now baby
You know that only makes me mad
I see you everywhere I go
Every town and place
I cant recall your name
But I know I wont forget your sweet face
Youre a high ball shooter
You make it easy to see
High ball shooter
You sure ripped the low ones off me
cause youre a high ball shooter
You make it easy to see
High ball shooter
You sure ripped the low ones off me
song performed by by Deep Purple
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Slide It In
You talk too much,
Never saying what's on your mind,
It's written on your face,
An' in the words you hide behind.
I know what you want,
I can see what you're looking for,
I know what you want from me,
An' I'm gonna give you more.
I'm gonna slide it in
Right to the top,
Slide it in,
I ain't never gonna stop.
Slide it in,
Right to the top,
I'm gonna slide it in, slide it in,
Slide it, in baby.
Sometimes you seem
Just like a stranger to me,
But, all the games you play
Make it so easy to see.
You're looking for love,
Tho' you try to deny,
The things you put me through
Tell me what I've got to do to you.
I'm gonna slide it in,
Right to the top,
Slide it in,
I ain't never gonna stop.
Slide it in,
Right to the top,
I'm gonna slide it in, slide it in.
(Solo)
You talk too much,
Always treating me so unkind,
I know what I've got to do,
To get me some peace of mind.
I'm gonna slide it in,
Right to the top,
Slide it in,
I ain't never gonna stop.
Slide it in,
Right to the top,
I'm gonna slide it in, slide it in,
Slide it in,
Right to the top.
Slide it in,
I ain't never gonna stop.
Slide it in,
Right to the top,
I'm gonna slide it in, slide it in, slide it,
Slide it in, slide it in,
Right to the top, baby
song performed by by Whitesnake
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Script Of A Dead Poet
The coffee black and nearly cold
And I look back while hours pass by
A sheet of paper on the table torn to shreds
If you are able to solve the puzzle, try
Its my last script that you may hold
Or wipe away when the bar has closed
My last remains here in your hands and in the end
What I was writing for, I just dont know
Dont know
How many times to make youy understand
Or was it for the triumph of applauding hands
How many words I had to spell and all the stories I would tell
For the short and orgiastic turn whend you say: well
What were they for, these black inked dreams
A guaranty that I was wise
And so called gods define an entrance for eternal life
Into a masterpeace of mine
All I wanted to be
Was extraordinary, extraordinary
And maybe I was wrong
How many people have I killed
With my suicidal songs
Janey diamond/1993
song performed by by Alphaville
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Shake My Tree
(coverdale)
You talk too much,
Never saying whats on your mind,
Its written on your face,
An in the words you hide behind
I know what you want,
I can see what youre looking for,
I know what you want from me,
An Im gonna give you more
Im gonna slide it in
Right to the top,
Slide it in,
I aint never gonna stop
Slide it in,
Right to the top,
Im gonna slide it in, slide it in,
Slide it, in baby...
Sometimes you seem
Just like a stranger to me,
But, all the games you play
Make it so easy to see
Youre looking for love,
Tho you try to deny,
The things you put me through
Tell me what Ive got to do to you
Im gonna slide it in,
Right to the top,
Slide it in,
I aint never gonna stop
Slide it in,
Right to the top,
Im gonna slide it in, slide it in...
You talk too much,
Always treating me so unkind,
I know what Ive got to do,
To get me some peace of mind
Im gonna slide it in,
Right to the top,
Slide it in,
I aint never gonna stop
Slide it in,
Right to the top,
Im gonna slide it in, slide it in,
Slide it in,
Right to the top
Slide it in,
I aint never gonna stop
Slide it in,
Right to the top,
Im gonna slide it in, slide it in, slide it,
Slide it in, slide it in,
Right to the top, baby...
song performed by by Whitesnake
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Jane
Jane you say its all over for you and me girl
Theres a time for love and a time for letting it be baby
Jane youre playing a game called, called hard to get by its real name,
Making believe that you just dont feel the same. oh jane
Jane youre playing a game you never can win girl
Youre staying away so Ill ask you where you been baby
Like a cat and a mouse, (cat and a mouse) from door to door and house to house
Dont you pretend you dont know what Im talking about
Were all those nights we spent together, hey hey
Only because you didnt know better, I gotta know
Jane, youre playin a game, playin a game, playin a game
(jane, jane, jane)
Ah jane youre playing a game of hide and go seek
Jane youre playing for fun but I play for keeps, yes I do
(jane, jane, jane) thats a game on me
(jane, jane, jane) so plain to see
Janey jane why you foolin with me
(jane, jane, jane)
song performed by by Starship
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Arrivederci Lipstick
'After careful study and due deliberation it is my opinion the head remains conscious for one minute and a half after decapitation.'
-Dr. Dassy d'Estaing,1883
The ax whistled down, my head
tumbled off, twirled through the air, landed
between my wife’s ankles. I looked up
her skirt: one last glimpse at those alabaster
chimneys. What good will the word “thigh” do me
where I’m going, I wondered, as I stared
at the red door of her panties, the brass knocker
that I installed one rainy morning
when we were young and in love. Good-bye
little red door I used to walk through
after a long day at the office and say, “honey,
I’m homeopathic.” I wanted to apply
arrivederci lipstick, plant one last kiss
on the soil, hope it bloomed into something
useful, then Janey snatched me up by the hair,
yelling “the putty’s not so silly anymore,
is it, mister marmalade? ” The last thing
I remember: being punted high through the air,
a squirrel squinting on a tree trunk,
the house getting smaller, a blue bird
poem by Jeffrey McDaniel
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Perdess (A poem written in URDU)
Perdess kai hai tu kai janey…Aagan mera soona hai
Na koi humdam, na koi mukhlis…ye bhi koi jeena hai
Yaad sata-ey hai mujh ko jehan bachpan guzra pyar-oon mai
Uss deis ki mati ki khushboo aaj bhi hai fazaoon mai
Betay dinoon ki yadeen hain..aik khawab sa ab ye lagta hai
Kahan sey doon-oon tujh ko Maa..mera agaan kitna soona hai
Na koi chitty aatey hai aur na koi dastak deta hai
Kiss see ab faryad karoon…dil buhat ye roota hai
Iss des mai mera dana pani kyon kilha tu ne ae rab
Bechar geye meray chanay walay…kahan sey doond kay la-oon ab
Tanha iss safar mai hoon aur kathin hain saab rastay
Kisey kismet hai mery…Reham kar khuda ka wastay.
poem by Meena Mustafa
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Against The Wind
Words and music by bob seger
It seems like yesterday
But it was long ago
Janey was lovely, she was the queen of my nights
There in the darkness with the radio playlng low
And the secrets that we shared
The mountains that we moved
Caught like a wildfire out of control
Till there was nothing left to burn and nothing left to prove
And I remember what she said to me
How she swore that it never would end
I remember how she held me oh so tight
Wish I didnt know now what I didnt know then
Against the wind
We were runnin against the wind
We were young and strong, we were runnin
Against the wind
And the years rolled slowly past
And I found myself alone
Surrounded bv stranners I thought were my friends
I found myself further and further from my home
And I guess I lost my way
There were oh so many roads
I was living to run and running to live
Never worried about paying or even how much I owed
Moving eight miles a minute for months at a time
Breaking all of the rules that would bend
I began to find myself searchin
Searching for shelter again and again
Against the wind
A little something against the wind
I found myself seeking shelter against the wind
Well those drifters days are past me now
Ive got so much more to think about
Deadlines and commitments
What to leave in, what to leave out
Against the wind
Im still runnin against the wind
Well Im older now and still
Against the wind
song performed by by Bob Seger
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Mean Disposition
I'm getting wise to you
You're going to see
I'm going to work on you
The way you worked on me
I got a sharper aim
And you're in my sights
And if I'm going to go
I'm going in a blaze of lights
And in this crazy world of hit and run
There are no laws here
Just a loaded gun
She's got a mean disposition
She's got a big shooter too
She's got a mean disposition
Really make a mess
Really make a mess out of you
I never close my eyes
I never sleep
I'm staying on my guard
Waiting for my flesh to creep
And I never trusted you
You never trusted me
I'll do a deal with you
If you'll do a deal with me
For me the nightmare's only just begun
There is no law here
Just a loaded gun
She's got a mean disposition
Got a big shooter too
She's got a mean disposition
Got a bad attitude
She's got a mean disposition
Going to cut your half
Going to cut your half in two
I'm going have to stand my ground
Like Crockett at the Alamo
I'm going to draw the line
One of us has got to go
She's got a mean disposition
Got a big shooter too
She's got a mean disposition
Got a bad attitude
She's got a mean disposition
Going to make a mess out of you
She's got a mean disposition
Going to cut your half
Going to cut your half in two
song performed by by Rolling Stones from Voodoo Lounge
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Saxophones
Saxophones
By: jimmy buffett
1974
I cut my teeth on gumbo rock, benny stillman and dr. john
Sweet erma thomas and frogman henry
Used to boogie woogie all night long
Though I love rock n roll the acoustic guitar
Was the only way I had of becomin a star
Im doin really nice and travellin around
But they wont play my record in my old home town
Chorus:
But if I had saxophones
Yeah, big baritone cleanin up the muddy breaks
If I had saxophones
I could get some recognition from that mobile, alabama d.j.
Livin by the ocean, sometimes I get the notion
To take my janey downtown
We hang out in a funky little bar
They call it the shipwreck lounge
Well we get kind of drunk and we play rock n roll
Grabbin everybody right down in his soul
When we get to cookin somethins still wrong
Theres still somethin missin from them good ole songs
Chorus:
But if we had saxophones
Big baritone cleanin up the muddy breaks
If we had saxophones
I could make that joint shimmy like a big california earthquake
Yeah if we had saxophones
Yeah, big baritone cleanin up the muddy breaks
If we had saxophones
I could get some recognition from that mobile, alabama d.j.
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Incident On 57th Street
Spanish johnny drove in from the underworld last night with bruised arms and broken rhythm and a beat-up old buick but dressed just like dynamite,
He tried sellin his heart to the hard girls over on easy street,
But they said, johnny, it falls apart so easy and you know hearts these days are cheap.
And the pimps swung their axes and said, johnny, youre a cheater.
Well, the pimps swung their axes and said, johnny, youre a liar.
And from out of the shadows cam e a young girls voice, said: johnny dont cry.
Puerto rican jane, oh wont you tell me whats your name.
I want to drive you down to the other side of town where paradise aint so crowded and therell be action goin down on shanty lane tonight
All the golden heeled fairies in a real bitch-fight pull thirty-eights and kiss their girls goodnight.
Goodnight, its alright, jane
Now let them black boys in to light the soul flame,
We may find it out on the street tonight, baby,
Or we may walk until the daylight, maybe.
Well, like a cool romeo he made his moves, oh she looked so fine
Like a late juliet she knew shed never be true but then she really didnt mind,
Upstairs a band was playin and the singer was singin something about going home,
She whispered, spanish johnny, you can leave me tonight, but just dont leave me alone.
And johnny cried, puerto rican jane, word is down the cops have found the vein.
Them bare foot boys left their homes for the woods
Them little barefoot street boys, they said their homes aint no good,
They left the corners, threw away their switchblade knives and kissed each other goodbye.
Johnny was sittin on the fire escape watchin the kids playin down the
Street,
He called down, hey little heroes, summers long but I guess it aint very sweet around here anymore,
Janey sleeps in sheets damp with sweat, johnny sits up alone and watches her dream on, dream on,
And the sister prays for lost souls then breaks down in the chapel after everyones gone.
Jane moves over to share her pillow but opens her eyes to see johnny up and putting his clothes on,
She says, those romantic young boys, all they ever want to do is fight,
Those romantic young boys, theyre callin through the window:
Hey, spanish johnny, you want to make a little easy money tonight?
And johnny whispered, goodnight, its all tight jane,
Ill meet you tomorrow night on lovers lane
We may find it out on the street tonight now baby
Or we may walk until the daylight, baby.
Goodnight, its alright jane, Im gonna meet you tomorrow night on lovers lane,
We can find it out on the street tonight, baby,
Or we may walk until its daylight, maybe.
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Slide Some Oil To Me
(charlie smalls)
Slide some oil to me
Let it trickle down my spine
If you dont have s.t.p.
Crisco will do just fine
Slide some to my elbows
And to my fingers if you would
Slide some oil to me, girl
Whoo! dont that feel good!
Slide some oil to my feet, look
I got toes again
Come on and slide some oil to my knees
And let me see if I can bend
Slide some oil to me
Im beginning to feel just fine
Slide some oil down my throat
And let me lubricate my mind
Slide some oil to me
Go ahead, hit my shoulder blades
Those who dont have to lubricate
Sure got it made
Slide some oil to me
Let it slip down my side
Laying there in one position
Sure does make me tired
Now watch me dance!
And let me lubricate my mind
song performed by by Diana Ross
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