From across the room, I went to ask her why
she
Oh my dove
Where are you goin'?
Where you goin' down the
Stretching, filing against her skin
Blessed are those who are not
I've got these blues and I'm left all alone
I've got
Motorcycle Irene
I've got murder in my heart for the judge
I've got
Please don't worry about me
And I'll take care of thee
Just
