I met a little girl who was so high class (totally)
I was as lonely as can be she had a beautiful *
She was lonely
She showed me her tattoo it was right there On her breast
Somewhere in a city in the middle of the West

When she asked me to her house
Little did I know she was only
She was just 18 still livin’ with her folks
She was only
And when I met her momma she undressed me With her eyes
Then her daddy gave a look at me
That could have paralyzed

‘Cause your mamma wants to do me and your
Daddy wants to do me in
I’m a cat with nine lives I hope that I
Can make it to ten
O’cherry please forgive me for confessin’
My original sin
Because your mamma wants to do me
And your daddy wants to do me in!
(dialogue to chorus)

In the morning as I gingerly tipped toed
Down the stairs, I had this deja voodoo
That maybe I already had been there
Then it all came back to me that night back in 1973
It must have been yo mama Lord have mercy on me

You See Me Crying
Don’t let it get you down
You See Me Crying
I’m back to the lost and found

Honey, what you done to your head
Honey, what’s the words that I said
Honey, what you done to your head
Honey, what’s the words that I said

You See Me Crying
Say you’re a ladies man
You See Me Crying
So hard to understand

Honey, what you done to your head
Honey, what’s the words that I said
Honey, what you done to your head
Honey, what’s the words that I said

You See Me Crying
Please say you’ll stick around
And I got to be your lover, honey
Let me take ya to town
And I’ll show you everything around
And I’ll never ever let you down
‘Cause my love is like a merry-go-round

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This is what i Believe it should be:

You see me crying
Please say you’ll stick around
And I got to be your lover, honey
Let me take you to town
And i’ll show you everything that i Know
And i’ll never gotta let you down
Cause my love is like a merry go round
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Honey, what you done to your head
Honey, what’s the words that I said
Honey, what you done to your head
Honey, what’s the words that I said

You gotta move
You gotta move
You gotta move
You gotta move
Oh… when my God gets ready
You gotta move
You gotta move

You may be high
You may be low
You may be rich… yeah
You may be poor
But when the Lord get ready
You gotta move
You gotta move
Huh Huh… ooww…

Yes…

You may be old
You may be young
You may be weak
Maybe high-strung
But when the good Lord get ready
You gotta move
You gotta move

You see dat woman
Who walks the street
You see dat cop man
Who walks his beat
But when the Lord gets ready
You gotta move
You gotta move
You got to… ooww

Yeah I was hangin’ with the Devil when we made a pact
I’m drinkin’ welfare whiskey smokin’ food stamp crack
It was one part sour… two parts sweet
Three parts strong… and four parts weak
I would rather sit on a pumpkin
And have it all to myself
Then to be crowded on a velvet cushion

You may be bad
You can not see
You may be deaf
It’s all meant to be
Now when the Lord get ready
You gotta move
You gotta move
You gotta move
You gotta move
You gotta move
You got to know
When the good get ready
You gotta move
Huh huh… you gotta
You gotta move…

You gotta move
You gotta move…