Underneath the lovely London sky When the early hours have come and gone Through the misty morning showers I greet the door For when the light has hit the ground There's lots of treasures to be found Though the lamps are turning down Please don’t feel

The door's open wide Come in from out of the rain So you stare Call it despair, baby Don't you care I'm on the square about you Let's have a try It maybe that you're my guy

If I'm not all you need Then just set me free I'm down on my knees If you're not the one for me Then just let me be I'm begging you please I'm praying for closed doors and open windows I'll follow where the wind blows Don't be scared to leave

Introducing me Doo Doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo Here it goes Gonna tell you this The part of me that shows if you're close Gonna let you see everything But remember that you asked for it I'll try to do my best to impress But it's easier to let you take a guess

Justa creepin' Run from the past, Hide from the mirror, And live in a glass, What dreams forget the whiskey remembers, Kinda like molasses in a late December. Creepin', creepin', creepin', creepin' Like a honybee beatin' on my screen door,

When you knocked upon my door Down by the highway side Early this morning Early this morning, ooh And I said "hello Satan I believe it's time to go" Me and the Devil Was walkin' side-by-side Me and the Devil, ooh

You better come on Into my kitchen Cause it's going to be raining outdoors You better come on into my kitchen Cause it's sure to be raining outdoors When a woman's in trouble Everybody puts her down She look for her good man Lord he can't be found

I got this feeling that they're gonna break down the door I got this feeling they they're gonna come back for more See I was thinking that I lost my mind But it's been getting to me all this time And it don't stop dragging me down Silently reflection

Girl, you're so sexy But now we're here at Miami Dade Finally here and I'm finally wasted All I'm really tryin' to say Is we could cool delays All the sex in the ocean All the sex on the beach All the sex in the open All the sex in the heat

Way down south, where the mangroves grow Deep in the swamp down in the Bayou There's a little story that's never been told About a pretty widow who never grows old And how she buried her soul with her wedding ring Traded it off for that voodoo thing She