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5. | My Man's Gone Now |
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13. | Whatever I Am (You Made Me) |
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Nina Simone
Do I move you, are you willin'
Do I groove you, is it thrillin'
Do I soothe you, tell the truth now
Do I move you, are you loose now
The answer better be (Yes, yes)
That pleases me
Are you ready for this action
Does it give you satisfaction
Are you hip to what I'm sayin'
If you are then let's start swayin'
The answer better be (Yes, yes)
That pleases me
When I touch you do you quiver
Form your head down to your liver
If you like it let me know it
Don't be psychic or you'll blow it
The answer better be (Yes, yes)
That pleases me
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Rudy Stevenson
When you like a fellow
Try to treat him right
Give him your attention
Day and Night
When he starts to smilin'
And he's got you uptight
Shower him with kisses
Day and night
Tell him how you love him
Tell him he's out of sight
Then he'll know you dig him
Day and night
If he wants to leave you
And you think he might
Beg him not to leave you
Day and night
Tell him that you're lonely
Tell him that you're cold
Tell him that you need him
Here to (Satisfy your soul)
If he likes to dance now
Tell you what you do
When you see him comin' down the street
You start to (Do the bungaloo)
Oh no, even when he's wrong
Tell him that he's righr
You can take the blame
Both day and night
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Lil Green
In the dark
It's just you and I
Not a sound
Ther's not one sigh
Just the beat of my poor heart
In the dark
Now, in the dark, in the dark
I get such a thrill
When he presses his fingertips
Upon my lips
And he begs me to plase keep still
In the dark
But soon
This dance will be endin'
And you're gonna be missed
Gee, I'm not pretendin'
'Cause I swear it's fun
Fun to be kissed
In the dark
Now we will find
What the rest
Have left behind
Just let them dance
We're gonna find romance
Lord, in the dark
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Nina Simone
I say real real
Our love is real to me
It thrills me
With perfect liberty
When you tell me you love me
And you hold me and kiss me
Then I know it's real real
It's so real to me
I say real real
Our love is real to me
Please thrills me
With your kisses sweet
Tell your papa and your mama
One day soon we're gonna
Have a great weddin' day
It's so real to me
I say real real
Out love is real to me
It gives me perfect liberty
When you tell me you love me
And you hold me and kiss me
Then I know it's real
It's so real to me
I say real now, real
It's so real to me
Please thrill me
With your kisses sweet
Tell your papa and your mama
One day soon we're gonna
Have a great weddin' day
It's so real so me
So real so real
It's so real to me
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Langston Hughes, Nina Simone
Mr. Backlash, Mr. Backlash
Just who do think I am
You raise my taxes, freeze my wages
And send my son to Vietnam
You give me second class houses
And second class schools
Do you think that alla colored folks
Are just second class fools
Mr. Backlash, I'm gonna leave you
With the backlash blues
When I try to find a job
To earn a little cash
All you got to offer
Is your mean old white backlash
But the world is big
Big and bright and round
And it's full of folks like me
Who are black, yellow, beige and brown
Mr. Backlash, I'm gonna leave you
With the backlash blues
Mr. Backlash, Mr. Backlash
Just what do you think I got to lose
I'm gonna leave you
With the backlash blues
You're the one will have the blues
Not me, just wait and see
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I want a little sugar
In my bowl
I want a little sweetness
Down in my soul
I could stand some lovin'
Oh so bad
I feel so funny and I feel so sad
I want a little steam
On my clothes
Maybe I can fix things up
So they'll go
Whatsa matter Daddy
Come on, save my soul
I need some sugar in my bowl
I ain't foolin'
I want some sugar in my bowl
You been acting different
I've been told
Soothe me
I want some sugar in my bowl
I want some steam
On my clothes
Maybe I can fix things up so they'll go
Whatsa matter Daddy
Come on, save my soul
I want some sugar in my bowl
I ain't foolin'
I want some sugar hmmm
In my bowl.
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Andy Stroud
Buck
You're a whole lot a man
Just take a look
At your great big hands
You know you can crush
Poor me in two
But gentle, oh so gentle
Are the things you do
I say I never have to worry
'Bout you goin' out
There ain't no other woman
Ain't no need to doubt
So early to bed
And early to rise
I know just what you're thinkin'
Bye the look in your eyes
I say Buck
So sweet is your back
I like to wash you
And kiss you when you're wet
So hold me close
And squeeze me till I sigh
Please love me, honey
Till the day I die
I say Buck
There ain't no other man around
Get your lover gal
To calm right down
No question 'bout the way
I feel for you
So gentle, oh so gentle
Are the things you do
Oh so gentle, oh so gentle
Are the things you do
Oh so gentle, oh so gentle
Are the things you do
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Buddy Johnson
When you just give love
And never get love
You'd better let love depart
I know it's so, and yet I know
I can't get you out of my heart
You made me leave my happy home
You took my love and now you're gone
Since I fell for you
Love brings such misery and pain
I guess I'll never be the same
Since I fell for you
Well, it's too bad
And it's too sad
But I'm in love with you
You love me, then you snub me
But what can I do?
I'm still in love with you
I guess I'll never see the light
I get the blues most every night
Since I fell for you
Since I fell for you...
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(The Essential Collection)
(incomplete)
There is a house in New Orleans
They call it the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl
And me, oh God, I'm one
If I had only listened of what my mama said
I'd be at home today
But bein' so young and foolish, my Lord
Let a gambler lead me astray
Now, my mother is a tailor
She sews those new blue jeans
And my sweetheart is a drunkard, Lord
Drinks down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a drunken man needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Lord, is when he's on the drunk
Somebody go get my baby sister
Tell her to do, not to do what I have done
But shun that house in New Orleans
They call it the Rising Sun
Well, I'm goin' back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
Yes, I'm goin' back to spend my life
Beneath, beneath, the rising sun
There is a house in New Orleans
They call it the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl
And me, oh God, I'm one
If I had only listened of what my mama said
I'd be at home today
But bein' so young and foolish, my Lord
Let a gambler lead me astray
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Hey Lordy mama
I heard you wasn't feeling' good
They're spreadin' dirty rumors
All around the neighborhood
They say you're mean and evil
And don't know what to do
That's the reason that he's gone
And left you black and blue
Hey yeah
Tell me what you gonna do now
They say he's left you all alone
To weather this old storm
He's got another woman now
Hangin' on his arm, yeah yeah yeah
That old fool's tellin' everybody
He's sick and tired of you
Hey Lordy Lordy mama
What you gonna do
Hey yeah
Tell me what you gonna do
They say you love to fuss and fight
And bring a good man down
And don't know how to treat him
When he takes ya' on the town
They say you ain't behind him
And just don't understand
And think that you're a woman
But actin' like a man
Hey Lordy mama
What you gonna do now?
Get your nerves together, baby
And set the record straight
Set it straight
Let the whole round world know
It wasn't you that cause his bitter fate
All these years you loved him
And he knows it's true
'Cause what you're wantin' for your man
Is what he's wantin', too
Hey yeah
Tell me what you gonna do now
When you love a man enough
You're bound to disagree
'Cause ain't nobody perfect
'Cause ain't nobody free
Hey Lordy mama
Tell me what you gonna do
What you gonna do
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Nina Simone
Do I move you, are you willin'
Do I groove you, is it thrillin'
Do I soothe you, tell the truth now
Do I move you, are you loose now
The answer better be (Yes, yes)
That pleases me
Are you ready for this action
Does it give you satisfaction
Are you hip to what I'm sayin'
If you are then let's start swayin'
The answer better be (Yes, yes)
That pleases me
When I touch you do you quiver
Form your head down to your liver
If you like it let me know it
Don't be psychic or you'll blow it
The answer better be (Yes, yes)
That pleases me
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Whatever I Am (You Made Me) |
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