Song | Rebel Yell |
Artist | Duncan Townsend |
Album | Rebel Yell |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Last night a little dancer came dancin’ to my door | |
Last night my little angel came pumpin’ on the floor | |
She said, come, baby, I got a license for love | |
And if it expires, pray help from above | |
Because in the midnight hour, she cried more, more,more | |
With a rebel yell, she cried more, more, more | |
In the midnight hour, babe, more, more, more | |
With a rebel yell, more, more, more | |
More, more, more | |
She don’t like slavery, she won’t sit and beg | |
But when I’m tired and lonely, she sees me to bed | |
What set you free and brought you to me, babe | |
What set you free, I need you here by me | |
He lives in his own heaven | |
Collects it to go from the 7-11 | |
Well, he’s out all night to collect a fare | |
Just so long, just so long it don’t mess up his hair | |
I walked the walls for you babe | |
A thousand miles for you | |
I dried your tears of pain | |
666 times for you | |
I’d sell my soul for you, babe | |
For money to burn for you | |
I’d give you all and have none, babe | |
Just-a just-a just-a just-a to have you here by me |
Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door | |
Last night my little angel came pumpin' on the floor | |
She said, come, baby, I got a license for love | |
And if it expires, pray help from above | |
Because in the midnight hour, she cried more, more, more | |
With a rebel yell, she cried more, more, more | |
In the midnight hour, babe, more, more, more | |
With a rebel yell, more, more, more | |
More, more, more | |
She don' t like slavery, she won' t sit and beg | |
But when I' m tired and lonely, she sees me to bed | |
What set you free and brought you to me, babe | |
What set you free, I need you here by me | |
He lives in his own heaven | |
Collects it to go from the 711 | |
Well, he' s out all night to collect a fare | |
Just so long, just so long it don' t mess up his hair | |
I walked the walls for you babe | |
A thousand miles for you | |
I dried your tears of pain | |
666 times for you | |
I' d sell my soul for you, babe | |
For money to burn for you | |
I' d give you all and have none, babe | |
Justa justa justa justa to have you here by me |
Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door | |
Last night my little angel came pumpin' on the floor | |
She said, come, baby, I got a license for love | |
And if it expires, pray help from above | |
Because in the midnight hour, she cried more, more, more | |
With a rebel yell, she cried more, more, more | |
In the midnight hour, babe, more, more, more | |
With a rebel yell, more, more, more | |
More, more, more | |
She don' t like slavery, she won' t sit and beg | |
But when I' m tired and lonely, she sees me to bed | |
What set you free and brought you to me, babe | |
What set you free, I need you here by me | |
He lives in his own heaven | |
Collects it to go from the 711 | |
Well, he' s out all night to collect a fare | |
Just so long, just so long it don' t mess up his hair | |
I walked the walls for you babe | |
A thousand miles for you | |
I dried your tears of pain | |
666 times for you | |
I' d sell my soul for you, babe | |
For money to burn for you | |
I' d give you all and have none, babe | |
Justa justa justa justa to have you here by me |