Do what you gotta do Come on back and see me when you can Man I can understand how it might be Kinda hard to love a girl like me I don't blame you much
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Mr. Backlash, Mr. Backlash Just who do you think I am? You raise my taxes, freeze my wages And send my son to Vietnam You give me second class houses
Baby, you understand me now If sometimes you see that I'm mad Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel? When everything goes wrong you see some
Birds flying high you know how I feel Sun in the sky you know how I feel Breeze driftin' on by you know how I feel It's a new dawn It's a new day It'
Randy newman Beat-up little seagull On a marble stair Tryin' to find the ocean Lookin' everywhere Hard times in the city In a hard town by the sea Ain
You're nothing but a dirty, dirty old man You do your thinking with a one track mind Keep talkin' about heaven glory But on your face is a different story
Your mind lies in the Devil's workshop Evil doing your thrill The trouble and mischief is all you live for You know darn well That you'll go to hell
Here comes the sun little darlin' Here comes the sun I say, ?It's all right, it's all right? Here comes the sun little darlin' Here comes the sun I say
Broken windows and empty hallways A pale dead moon in the sky streaked with gray Human kindness is overflowing And I think it's going to rain today Scarecrows
I put a spell on you 'Cause you're mine You better stop the things you do I ain't lyin', no, I ain't lyin' You know I can't stand it Your runnin' around
And I wish I knew how It would feel to be free I wish I could break All the chains holdin' me I wish I could say All the things that I should say Say
I ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes Ain't got no money, ain't got no class Ain't got no skirts, ain't got no sweater Ain't got no perfume, ain't got
I want a little sugar in my bowl I want a little sweetness down in my soul I could stand some lovin', oh so bad I feel so funny, I feel so sad I want
I live alone That hasn't always been easy to do For just a single woman Sometimes at night, the walls talk back to me They seem to say, "Wasn't yesterday
Black is the color of my true love's hair His face so soft and wondrous fair The purest eyes and the strongest hands I love the ground on where he stands
My skin is black, my arms are long My hair is woolly, my back is strong Strong enough to take the pain, inflicted again and again What do they call me
