It's your time now baby Ohh but it's gonna be mine after awhile I said it's your time right now baby Lord but it's gonna be mine after awhile You know you know if things don't change I'm gonna move on down She stayed out last night And do you know she

She knows about me and I know about her You don't have to tell me that you don't care I know you do Don't tell me it's just a girl ting, oh, ahlie You think that I love her, but I don't want her She knows about me And now you know It's been good, but I

Shudlee boop boo woodlee diddlee ooh, zeen On the intercom, Rosie tell me to come She did have a son 'Cause she didn't have a daughter She said the lift doesn't work Run up the stairs and come And if you don't come quick You not gonna see your son And I

Oh don't lean on me man, 'cause you can't afford the ticket I'm back on Suffragette City You know my Suffragette City Oh don't lean on me man 'Cause you ain't got time to check it Is outta sight she's all right A Suffragette City, a Suffragette City Hey

If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light Her .38 special, boys, it do very well Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night? Ah-oh boy,

Oh, the mystery Of what we wished we knew There's so much more that I could have That I could give We disappear from our thoughts and sounds Our features, abrasive So many things we overlook Is there something that we don't know? That over time

Oh don't lean on me man, cause you can't afford the ticket I'm back on Suffragette City Oh don't lean on me man 'Cause you ain't got time to check it You know my Suffragette City Is outta sight...she's all right A Suffragette City, a Suffragette City Hey

She's no you, oh no You give me more than I could ever want I'm satisfied with the one I've got 'Cause you're all the girl That I ever dreamed She's only a picture on a magazine They got a lot of girls Any girl walk by, don't matter She could be a

Be Bop A Lula she's my baby Be Bop A Lula I don't mean maybe Be Bop A Lula I don't mean maybe Well Be Bop A Lula she's my baby Be Bop A Lula she's my baby doll, my baby doll, my baby doll. Well, she's the gal in the red blue jeans She's the queen of all

That's good to me, oh yeah I got a woman, way over town She saves her lovin', early in the mornin' Just for me, oh yeah Well, don't you know she's all right Well, I got a woman, way over town Said I got a woman, way over town Good to me, oh yeah She