Deep greedy and Googling every corner Tralala, in your snatch fits pleasure, broom-shaped pleasure Dead in the middle of the C-O-double M-O-N Little did I know then that the Mandela Boys soon become Mandela Men Tall woman, pull the pylons down And wrap

Talking to the man in her mirror And it's dangerous Sleepin' with these strangers Every night a different woman doing the same shit And you don't even care I know it's fucked up Different city, switching women Putting cups up, getting fucked up Ain't got

You can bet your last two dollars There ain't no tens All them flaws Scars or tattoos that went rotten Ones you came with or you caused them We all got flaws Flaws, everybody's got 'em The woman that I love, she's purer than a dove I know her best than

Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's

The two of us in the backseat Lights off on a backstreet I showed her and then she showed me Right there, right there in the backseat Yeah in the backseat We was just kids, but she looked like a woman Everything she was, was everything I wanted We were

I'm every woman, it's all in me I'm every woman, I'm every woman Anything you want done, baby, I'll do it naturally I can read your thoughts right now Every one from A to Z, whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa whoa Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa whoa Whatever you want,

That's where she saw me Everybody's seen her, everyone believes me I break down like a woman I'll go back to Rock City, I was running through the desert, I was looking for drugs And I was searching for a woman who was willing to love So I could take her

Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's

I'm goin' get up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom Girlfriend, the black man you been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room I'm gon' write a letter, telephone every town I know I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meet I believe,

Great big love Sweeping across the sky Evening sun slants across the road Painting everything with gold I'm headed for home, got a woman there I can barely wait to hold Got wind in my hair, got the heat inside Heart jumping up and down An empty head and