They say. Into your early life romance came. And in this heart of yours burned a flame. A flame that flickered one day. And died away. . Then. With disillusion deep in your eyes.
Sophisticated lady tryin' to change my ways. Just because you're caught in your social maze. I think it's 'bout time that you realize. Your money and your power's got you mesmerized.
In my solitude you haunt me. With reveries of days gone by. In my solitude you touch me. With memories that never die.
Fare thee well, land of cotton. Cotton lisle is out of style. Honey child. Jump for joy. . Don't you grieve, little Eve. All the hounds I do believe. Have been killed.
When I walk down the street. Seems everyone I meet. Gives me a friendly hello. I guess I'm just a lucky so and so. . The birds in every tree. All sing so merrily.
When I walk down the street. Seems everyone I meet. Gives me a friendly hello. I guess I'm just a lucky so and so. . The birds in every tree. All sing so merrily.
Want you to know I go for your squeezin'. Want you to know it really is pleasin'. Want you to know I ain't for no teasin'. . Treat me sweet and gentle when you say goodnight.
Want you to know I go for your squeezin'. Want you to know it really is pleasin'. Want you to know I ain't for no teasin'. . Treat me sweet and gentle when you say goodnight.
Want you to know I go for your squeezin'. Want you to know it really is pleasin'. Want you to know I ain't for no teasin'. . Treat me sweet and gentle when you say goodnight.
Want you to know I go for your squeezin'. Want you to know it really is pleasin'. Want you to know I ain't for no teasin'. . Treat me sweet and gentle when you say goodnight.
Needle boys in the park, rotten cops after dark. Politicians underground, no light can be found. All the pimps, all the whores, all demented religious wars.
(words by Eddie de Lange and Irving Mills; music by Joe Jackson). In my solitude you haunt me. With reveries of days gone by. In my solitude you touch me.
I am LOST IN MEDITATION. And my reverie. Brings you back to me. For in my imagination. Love has lingered on. As though you'd never gone.. This is just a dream that cannot last.
There is a gay Lady in blue. haunting my dreams all the night thru.. She seems to creep into my sleep. day after day and nights without number. I see her rise right under my eyes.
You're a BLACK BUTTERFLY. With your wings frayed and torn,. Laughter's your's so is scorn. As they point to you in shame.. You're a BLACK BUTTERFLY. With your wings near fire,.
I'm goin' home. Down there among the fields of cotton,. Down where the folks have not forgotten me. I feel blue just for a little girl I'm strong for,.