I want to tell you something; Listen to me, I'm trying to say, I'm better than you, I am only what I am" "We must not stand still, For the night is coming, Every man, every woman and child, Everybody help me" I hear, only what I want to hear,

Somebody's Chelsea Somebody's world Somebody's day and night One and only girl A part of a love story That never has an end You know that's what every woman wants to be I wanna be Somebody's Chelsea Met an old man yesterday

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,

More than a woman to me More than a woman We can take forever just a minute at a time Girl, I've known you very well I've seen you growing every day I never really looked before But now you take my breath away Suddenly you're in my life A part of

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

Everything must go The story of a woman on the morning of a war Remind me if you will exactly what we're fighting for Calling calling I know you must be there Calling calling for something in the air Shao Lin shakin' for the sake Of his soul Everything

Everytime you see a woman Serve you right to be alone Milk, cream and alcohol It Serves You Right To Suffer 5:06 John Lee Hooker (John Lee Hooker) Album: The Best of (1965-74) Transcriber: [email protected] It serve you right to suffer Serve you right to

She was nice and loving to me in every way Oh, for ten long years Well, it's all over, baby Well, I had a woman Oh, I had a woman Oh, she used to love me Bring my breakfast to the bed every day Yes, she was my pride and joy She was my pride and joy

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

I want to tell you something; Listen to me, I'm trying to say, I'm better than you, I am only what I am" "We must not stand still, For the night is coming, Every man, every woman and child, Everybody help me" I hear, only what I want to hear,