I got dead shrimps here, someone fishin' in my pond I woke up this mornin' and all my shrimps was dead and gone I woke up this mornin', ooh, and all my shrimp was dead and gone I was thinkin' about you, baby, why you hear me weep and moan? I got dead

Can't get enough of your love Do it to me one more time You know you set me free Hey, hey, what I'm sayin' is Oh, give you one more chance This heart of mine Do it to me baby (do it one more time) Girl, you're such a bad thing Standing there all alone

Just two of us One by oneone, one by one Show me what I'm waiting for It's 3AM, I'm back for more One by oneone, we're switching up positions One by oneone, girl, show me what I'm missing It's 3AM, I'm back for more, yeah I saw, I with it I took time, yeah, I

All the lonely people Where do they all come from? Where do they all belong? Ah, look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church Where a wedding has been Lives in a dream Waits at the window, wearing the face That she keeps in

Tonight's the night It's gonna be alright 'Cause I love you girl Ain't nobody gonna stop us now Stay away from my window Stay away from my back door too Disconnect the telephone line Relax baby and draw that blind Kick off your shoes and sit right down

How long, how long, has that evenin' train been gone? How long, how long, baby how long? Heard the whistle blowin', couldn't see the train Way down in my heart I had an achin' pain How long, how long, how long? If I could holler like a mountain jack I'd

On and on and on On and on for many a year My canoe lies on the water Evening holds the bones of day The sun like gold dust slips away One by one antique stars Herald the arrival of Their pale protectress moon

I've got a sad and lonely view Of a melancholy moon My pillow smells like your perfume In my blue bedroom From my blue bedroom Missing you in my blue bedroom Woke up this morning with day old coffee Smoked what was left of your cigarette Sit by the phone

Didn't anybody tell her? Didn't anybody see? Tuesday's on the phone to me She came in through the bathroom window Protected by a silver spoon But now she sucks her thumb and wanders By the banks of her own lagoon Sunday's on the phone to Monday She said

The patient mental sits and stares An idle mind that's empty, screaming Staring back Why won't they leave him, leave him alone A passive speared ritual Drive by our war ship...the hate driven envy Why won't they leave me, leave me alone Just as I am,