All's I've gots is my P.O. box It's on the corner of Lavaca and Ninth I do a little and the little I do Is enough for me to keep my vice Oh wind me up and watch me go. I'm gone Wind wind wind me up....
Wow! Ugh It's like I'm at some church The day that was the birth Of Hammond B-3 'm at a speechless first And I can't tell what's worse My silence or the unseen I dug the whole world to conceive That...
Hey! Ooh, baby, ooh, yeah Oh, whoa, yeah Talk to me, baby There's a rhyme and a reason For the rise and the fall of your eyes I feel the heat in believing Your touch is what I need Every hour in the...