I can help you get to heaven, right here on channel seven Put your hands on the TV and pray Check out that hotline on channel thirty-nine Might be your
Here it is, baby Your own special love song All about what it's like Just being with you Like touching your lips With the tips of my fingers Looking
She left a lipstick letter on the mirror shattered on the bathroom floor All I could put back together was never see me no more Took all her clothes but
Big house, big car, back seat, full bar Houseboat won't float, bank won't tote the note Too much stuff, there's just too much stuff It'll hang you up
Take it easy lovin' me Don't start thinkin' I'm somethin' that I'll never be Just need me, oh yeah, as much as need be Take it easy, easy lovin' me Many
I saw someone again today who remembered me and you They asked all the same old questions, I gave the same excuse They said, "What a shame, what a shame
Who's gonna butter your bread for you? Who's gonna fix your tea? Who's gonna chase away your blues? For who's gonna let you break their hearts just anytime
Heart to heart talks and moonlight walks Receiving money by mail A fireplace with a view and being here with you Honey, sure beats laying in that Fort
Gonna sit right down in my easy chair Pull out a deck of cards, play some Solitaire Break out a bottle, wash me a glass To keep me company 'til the feelings
Well, I love this life but it's doing me in Just in case I don't ever see you again I had a real good time, I love the wine The women and song and the
Like gravel in the driveway Asphalt on the highway Like a blown out worn down tire Like the head of a hammered nail Like the bars in the county jail Like
I know how much you hate to get up in the mornin' But somebody's gotta make a move. There's a parking lot full of Po-lice outside And they all 'axed'
Alone and far away from you And I'm feelin' just a little bit blue Lyin' here alone in bed Like butter without any bread Nothin' but you on my mind I
She comes sneakin' up thinkin' I'm sleepin', ya'll And I met her at the back door I handed her her suitcase, told her don't come back no more She turned
Down on Cherry Street All the girls are lookin'fine Down on Cherry Street Al the girls are lookin'fine. When they put their hands in your pocket, They
You keep saying You got something for me something' you call love But confess You've been messin' Where you shouldn't have been messin' And now someone
Don't cry no more, wipe away your tears Don't cry no more, baby, wipe away your tears And I know, I know that your love is real Don't cry, don't cry,
I'll change my ways Each night and every day If there's something 'bout my lovin' That don't please you, Tell me, please tell me And I'll change