Leroy, boy, is that you?I thought your post-hangin' days were through,Sunk-in eyes and full of sighs,Tell no lies, you get wise,I tell you now we're gonna pull you through,There's only one thing left that we can do.We gotta get you a woman,It's like nothin' else to make you feel sure you're alive.We gotta get you a woman,We better get walkin', we're wastin' time talkin' now.Leroy, boy, you're my friendYou say how and I'll say whenCome and meet me down the streetTake a seat, it's my treatYou may not ever get this chance againThat empty feeling's just about to end.Talkin' 'bout life and what it means to you,It don't mean nothin' if it don't run throughI got one thing to say, you know it's trueYou got to find some time to get this thing together.Talkin' 'bout things about that special oneThey may be stupid but they sure are funI'll give it to you while we're on the runBecause we ain't got time to get this thing together, 'cause weGot to get together with a woman who has been around,One who knows better than to let you down,Let's hope there's still one left in this whole town,And that she'll take some time to get this thing together.We gotta get you a womanAnd when we're through with you,We'll get me one too.
發表於 2010-12-6 03:35 PM
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