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Greetings From L.A. (1972)
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Devil Eyes
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I went down to the meat rack tavern
And found myself a big ol' healthy girl
Now she was drinkin' alone
Aw what a waste of sin
So I went on over to sweet talk that girl
Lord I moved on in
Lord I whispered come on and move with me
Move with me move with me move with me darlin'
Aw don't be shy
I'm gonna mess witcha, mess witcha, mess witcha,
Mess witcha, mess witcha mind

Well, I don't care if you tell me you're married
Cause I can be your man when your husband ain't home
Now if he should walk in you just tell him I'm your houseboy
And that you just can't stand to sleep here alone...no more

I wanna move with you, move with you, move with you,
Move with you darlin'
I wanna mess witcha mess witcha mess witcha
Mess witcha mind

Well now he finally walked in
And Lord that man filled up the doorway
Well he grabbed me by my throat
And he bounced me down the stairs
And Lord I swear, he broke every bone in my body
But it was worth every second that I was there
Cause she would whisper to me...

Move with me, move with me, move with me,
Move with me darlin'
I'm gonna mess witcha, mess witcha, mess witcha,
Mess witcha mind

Well now I

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Well that girl walks in a stormy bitching whine
Well she moves that cool black dress all across the floor
Tell your mama to sing out, like a slow burn
Slow burn your motel walls, over me.
Get on top of me woman
Get on top
Let me see what you learned tonight
Then I talk in tongues mama
Oh when I love you
Yes I talk in tongues

Get on top of me woman
Get on top,
Get on top of me woman
I just wanna see what you learned

Well like a bitch dog in heat we had those bed springs a
Squeakin' all night long
And didn't you hear those walls a talkin'

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Now you wanna know the reason
Why I cheated on you?
Well I had to be a hunter again.
This little man had to try
To make love feel new again.

'Cause there's just a few things, honey
I'm not old enough to do for you. Ohh.
And they're the things, momma
You just never care to show me. Ohh.

So this flim-flam lover boy
Found him a flamingo.
And his flamingo
Showed him how to tango.
And when they tangoed
It'd send their heart's a 'flutter.
Teased him 'till he'd stutter.
Made him so young and tender.
Sweet to surrender
And so sweet surrender.
In sweet surrender.
Ahh, sweet surrender to love.

But now you're gonna go out
And get yourself
A reputation.
But I'm gonna have to show you
Where to start.
And then you're gonna bring back
Your little reputation
And prove to me
What I could not prove to you.

'Cause I was just too young at heart.
I'm just too cold, honey.
Just too hard to care.
Just too hard, 'right
To surrender.
Surrender to love.

Sweet surrender
Surrender to love.

If we could
Just surrender
Love would heal the mess we've made.
So give it up, momma, ahh.
It 'aint gonna be no good
It keeps goin' 'round and 'round.
You hurt me.
Then I hurt you again.
All that's left to do, ah.
Is give it up, Ahhhhhh,
No, no, give it up
And surrender, Ahhhhhh, momma.

Sweet surrender.
Sweet surrender.
Surrender your love.
Surrender love.
Ohhhhhh, Surrender momma.
Ohhhhhh, Surrender that love.
Sweet.
Sweet, sweet, sweet su-rre-rren-der, momma.
In to love.
To love.
To love.

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I was a nighthawkin' in my taxi
On a cruise below the deadline
My fare was a shaky ol' lush
So I kicked it over and took off
Then he whipped out this switch blade
Straight outta nowhere level to my throat
He said "You ever been over to the war boy"
I said "Man I was a combat paratrooper daddy"
Well then he slump back cool and he pocket that steel
He said "Take me down to Fourth and Main"
Ah that paratroop bluff always cools oh the red eyed geezers down
Man that last block that cat was singing
Man he was sittin' in the backseat singing to me this song
I got my VAR boy
I got my M1 on my hip right
You better listen mr president
Oh boy don't you mess up with my war, boy
I wanna do I wanna do
Lord I wanna do the Blood Boogaloo
I'm just a Redneck son of a gun
I wanna kill me a gook before dawn
Ah, night hawkin' for my change

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Devil Eyes

[No lyrics]

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Sittin' in a Hong Kong bar
Sweet dreams of you darling
Ah when we were sweet sixteen
Mama makin' love in the belly of an old freight train
Life was so simple and easy
Oh the sun went down
You took care of the children darlin'
Then you felt like movin' away,
Lord now you didn't stand and stare
You felt like movin' and leavin' darlin'
Didn't I treat you fair
It's all right now darlin'
It's alright now darlin'

. . .


Make It Right

I'm fitting out
I'm fitting in
And those diesel rings
Ah, they're rambling by
But I ain't blue
Now, if I go lame
Ah, I just flag a ride

I'm looking out now
For a street corner girl
I'm looking out
For a street corner girl
And she's gonna beat me, whip me, spank me
Ah, make it right again

Trying a little trick honey
Ah, that you never used before
I wanna be your victim
Your sweet little victim of love
Come on and beat me, whip me, spank me
Mama, make it right again

Ah, make it right
It's been wrong too long

Oh, Johnny dreams
And you and my white queen've been rolling again
But the talk around town is
She might be burned out
But I know by midnight
She gonna burn you down, oh yeah
Yeah, she gonna burn you down

But I'd been looking out in the wings
For a street corner girl
I'd been looking out
For a street corner girl
Ah, she's gonna beat me, whip me, spank me
Ah, make it right again

Trying a little trick honey
You never used before
I wanna be your victim
Your sweet little victim of love
Come on and beat me, spank me, whip me
Ah, mama, make it right again
Oh, mama, make it right

Ah, make it right
Make it right, mama
Make it right again
Ah, make it right
Come on, make it right again
I wanna be your victim
I wanna be your victim
I wanna be your victim of love
I wanna be your victim of love
Come on and beat me, whip me
Ah, make it right

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