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<intro> You can write your tunes with rhythm and blues as your alibi |
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You can sell your soul and lay the blame on the passers-by |
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You shake your body on the |
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TV screen |
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It seems to me, you'd try anything twice |
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And swing it out and use it as your aphrodisiac |
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You can give it to me, to me |
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Plain to see that |
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I'll give it you back |
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You let it flow, let it go, there's nothing to it |
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Anyone can try anything twice, try anything twice |
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Chasing after stories that have already been told |
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Cannot look old |
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Son House in the eyes |
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Unaware you carry such a fragile load |
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But I've got yours, and you've got mine |
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It's a rhythm and blues alibi <instrumental> |
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La la la la la la la la la la laaa.. |
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You can take a trip through your juke joint smoke-filled paradise |
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You can give it your all, 'cause you are walking a fine, fine line, la |
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You shake your booty on the |
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TV screen |
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Seems to me, you'd try anything twice |
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You'd try anything twice |
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Well let me hear you now.. |
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Chasing after stories that have already been told, |
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Couldn't I look old |
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Son HOuse in the eyes, |
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Unaware you carry such a fragile load, |
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And I've got yours, you've got mine |
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It's a rhythm and blues alibi |
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La la la la la etc. <fade out> |
