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2005 |
1. | Now You're Gone |
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4. | Somebody's Sleeping In My Bed |
5. | I Put a Spell On You (featuring Santana) |
6. | On a Saturday Night |
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8. | I've Got Dreams to Remember (Feat. John Mayer) |
9. | Lay Lady Lay (featuring Anthony Hamilton and Robert Randolph) |
10. | Cheaper to Keep Her / Blues In the Night |
11. | Cut You Loose |
12. | The Price You Gotta Pay (Feat. Keith Richards) |
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I got to have all your love
Night and day
Not just a little part
But all of your heart, sugar
Ninety-nine and a half just won't do
Oh, no, no, just won't get it
Don't be led in the wrong direction
To start this thing off right
A man need a little love and affection
Yes he do, now
Ninety-nine and a half just won't do
Oh, no, no, just won't get it, all right
Lookin' here
We got to bring it all down
Start gettin' it right
We got to stop this messin' around
And keep the thing up tight
Yes we do, now
Ninety-nine and a half just won't do
Oh, no, no, just won't get it, all right sugar
Got to have a hundred
Well, got to have a hundred
All right
Ooh, I must do, I must do
I must do now
Oh! Got to have a hundred
Yeah, got to have a hundred
Oh! Got to have a hundred, too right
Got to have a hundred, now, oh
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The gates of Heaven must be open
I think I saw an angel just walk by
Hey, the gates of heaven must be open
I think I saw an angel just walk by
I heard a blind man screamin', say
Now there goes a sight for my sore eyes
There goes a sight for my sore eyes
Now there goes a sight for my sore eyes
What kind of woman is this?
You should be locked up, pretty girl
In my bedroom with me
Hey, you should be locked up, pretty girl
In my bedroom with me
So we can do the same thing that Adam
Did under that old apple tree
What he did under that apple tree
What he did under that apple tree
Well, well, well, well, well, well
Choke out
Here I come again
There's always some good lookin' girls
Hangin' 'round this famous place
Well, hey, there's always some good lookin' girls
Hangin' round this famous place, talkin' bout legends now
Aww, but this particular one
Looked like somethin' from outer space
She looked like somethin' from outer space
What kind of woman is this?
Hmm, what kind of woman is this?
What kind of woman is this?
Ooh, what kind of woman is this?
Look at that, she shakes all over when she walk
She made a blind man see
Made a dumb man talk
What kind of woman is this?
Hmm, shucks
Tell me, hey, what kind of woman is this, man?
Somebody gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta
Gotta, gotta, gotta tell me, tell me
What kind of woman is this?
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Somebody's Sleeping In My Bed |
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Ain't no sunshine when she gone
It's not warm when she's away
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
She's always gone too long
Anytime she goes away
Wonder this time where he's gone
Wonder if he's gone to stay
Ain't no sunshine when he's gone
This house just ain't no home
Anytime he goes away
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
I think I should leave the young thing alone
'Cause ain't no sunshine when she gone
Ain't no sunshine when she gone
Only darkness everyday
Ain't no sunshine when she gone
This house just ain't no home
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Anytime he goes away
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
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I've Got Dreams to Remember |
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Cheaper to Keep Her / Blues In the Night |
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If the music make you move
And you take the groove,
Groove on, groove on
If you feel like you wanna make love
Under the stars above,
Love on, love on
If there's something you wanna say
And talkin' is the only way,
Rap on, oh, rap on
'Cause whatever you do
Hey, do your thing
Do your thing
If you feel like you wanna scream
And that's your way of lettin' off steam,
Scream on, scream on
If you feel like you wanna sing
And singing is your thing,
Sing on, sing on
If you wanna make love all night
And you feel that it's right,
Right on, right on
Cause whatever you do
Hey, do your thing
Do your thing
How, let me do my thing
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