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Ain't Misbehavin'

Earl Bostic

Flamingo [1992]

1992

No one to talk with
All by myself
No one to walk with
But I'm happy on the shelf
Ain't misbehavin'
I'm savin' my love for you

I know for

Ain't Misbehavin'

Stéphane Grappelli

Verve Jazz Masters 11

1994

No one to talk with
All by myself
No one to walk with
But I'm happy on the shelf
Ain't misbehavin'
I'm savin' my love for you

I know for

Top Hat Bar and Grill

Jim Croce

Bad Bad Leroy Brown: The Definitive Collection

1998

divorcee
She wear them tight hippy hugger slacks
You can believe it when I tell you, Jack
That she's a dancin', prancin', hard romancin'
P-I-E-see-E

You keep what you're feelin' inside
All buried and boxed up inside
The love that you're feelin' inside
The pity you're feelin' inside

Society tells

I'm in the mix and I'm handshakin', but most of y'all can't help me (nah)
Most of y'all ain't wealthy (nope), most of y'all just dress like it
I

Jesus (Jesu Christi - Jesus Christ)

Yee yeah oh oh
Uh uh uh uh
Oh oh oh oh
Yea yeah na nana
Ololufe mi owon (My Special Lover)

I won't trade you for

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

If I could change the past
I'd start with you and me
Trade the times of fighting
For the moments we had peace

If I

You make me come alive
You make me crazy
If I couldn't hold you up
Oh, would you trade me
If i lived another life
Oh, would you hate me
Or could you

Face
Fierce
Make
Gay
Trade
Trans
Slay
We're on our way
Get by

Searching for inner beauty
I want your inner beauty
Get up and give to me

It's true that all the men you knew were dealers
Who said they were through with dealing
Every time you gave them shelter
I know that kind of man,

I can’t escape this sadness that’s settled in my chest 
No matter how many bottles I collect  
But when I’m not drinking 
All I’m doing is thinking

me out of New Orleans
take me home Adelicia home to Tennessee

I might be a liar a fool or a saint or everything
I’d trade the devil hell I’d trade it

strangers without fear,
Then your company disappeared
They all faded away, it was you and me
On your balcony for the world to see.
Passion took us into second

line and trade your place with mine

Ow

Don't tempt me. I'll do it. I'll do it; I'll take a bullet
I'm the only one who'll ever bleed. Oh-oh-oh
Don't

Insofar as there’s a difference between
Having fear and being afraid
I’m Atlanta baby home of the brave
I’m that hammer you don’t know when to trade
I’m

flows appalling 
Sportin' Air Jordans so I'm gon take off
Pull up in a Porsche hell of a trade off
Money like Madoff bread I don't break off
Fly the coop

in the social life oh you tryna brag
Don’t get cocky you might have to pay the price
Fuck the trade nigga
I trade em off the market
For a piece

You built so no one could see
All of your soul and your flaws
They look like moonlight to me
Love how you turn with the tides
The moon pulls you from my

seeing the world through
Different eyes
And all I thought I was living for
I've come to despise

Now, I'd trade everything for one day
When I can look you

c*****rs wish it was the slave trade
But I own my master like I trade slaves
Mask all on my face but I ain’t really trying to stay safe
Run up in these

confessions of a heartbroken memory
I have nothing
That's all we have in the end
I have nothing, with nothing left to give
Nothing to give
Can I trade my life

where I go I'm all Gucci
They OG's salute me
Mask off in a Hooptie
Flooring the gas like Lucy
Loose me in a two seat
Cristian Dior or the Louie
Ooh Wie

the muscle
To be real the play ain’t really good if you don’t bubble
You can play thinking it’s all good be in a puddle
Shit of yo own dna
They gone look back

not as much as you know me
It's a good trade for another good trade
Yeah, I guess so
And, you know, all week
I've been thinking about an outfit to wear