Lyrics:
mind be free
And by the way, welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr kid Rock
Can I do my thing?
Can I have a little something
To say right here? (Oh
feelings
The way you movin yo body
You know just what you started
Let's play a little game play by play
Baby tell me how did you get that in those jeans
my feelings
The way you movin yo body
You know just what you started
Let's play a little game play by play
Baby tell me how did you get that in those
his job and he accepts his pay
You can call and request ‘Lay Lady Lay'
He'll play Stanley Jordan, The ‘Dead and Little Feat
And he'll even play
Jungle Rule, can't be no fool
Jungle Rule, can't be no fool (I needed a little taste of that)
Twisting joints like a contortionist
Laid in
what you got on your plate
I got a lot on mine
You've got the flavor that I love to taste
Sweet like California wine
So little lady won't you come my
more than love, this an investment
Sweet little heart of mine, when you fall
I'ma be by your side (I'ma be by)
So know that you'll be fine, live
to wake up in a ditch.
And I'm stacking up dinero
Got this young man feeling like George Romero
Pick the bone clean always saw it in the tarots
Dig a little
Ain't too proud to beg but I need that
Baby you so sweet, my favorite treat
I tried my best to be discreet
You some fire, I feel the heat
In my
metaphorically stout
And my cool beige car helps me exude clout
Revving up the mind, pull a little round-a-bout
I'll get some more liquidity by trading it out
Get
the George Jetson of this DJ shit
What, PE nigga
You other niggas Ms cleo with it
Know that shit, hahah
Welcome to the future my nigga, ah!
Hand me that crown
Hey lady, you, lady, cursin' at your life
You're a discontented mother and a rich inventive wife
I've no doubt you dream about the things you'll
Hey lady, you, lady, cursin' at your life
You're a discontented mother and a rich inventive wife
I've no doubt you dream about the things you'll
Sittin' by the fire...
Radio just played a little classical music for you kids,
The march of the wooden soldiers
And you can hear Jack say
Sweet Jane,
in a tunnel on the Hammersmith and City line
I'll hurry home a little bored but still alive
Unplug the phone to keep the outside world outside
wonder what's in that basket
Sweet Daddy strolled by and said haven't you seen here?
That right there is Belly Dancin Dina
Now I'm all junglistcally
me cheat a little, put the sweet potato pie with it
Make my way down to the TV, Spurs play in five minutes
Could've never wrote it better, I ain't do
Hey lady, you, lady, cursin' at your life
You're a discontented mother and a rich inventive wife
I've no doubt you dream about the things you'll
Hey lady, you, lady, cursin' at your life
You're a discontented mother and a rich inventive wife
I've no doubt you dream about the things you'll
ain't a thing I never had
Sweets seek so neat gotta move your feet (whip, Whip)
Everytime I play the beat, ladies get up out they seat (Whip, Whip!)
Alone in the world was poor little Anne
As sweet a young child as you'd find
Her parents had gone to their final reward
Leaving their baby behind
Bow your head, take off your hat, 'bout to say the blessin'
Treat her like a lady, better get her home by eleven
Put a little back, keep a little
A gentle, gentle devil
She is evil
A gentle, gentle evil
She's a razor blade
Sliding across your neck
She's an angel
A naughty, naughty angel
A sweet little
got a straw in your nose instead of a bone
And a sippy cup fulla methodone
Scared of the snake attached to my microphone
George the Animal Steele tore
Discuss these sweet little lady by george thorogood Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In