Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy on me Well if I've done somebody wrong, Lord, have mercy if you please Please have mercy, Lord have mercy on me I used to have plenty of money, the finest clothes in town But bad luck and trouble overtaken me, bound to

My baby just cares for me Liz Taylor is not his style Is something he can't see My baby just cares for My baby don't care for shows My baby don't care for clothes My baby don't care for cars and races My baby don't care for high-tone places And even Lana

Your silver nights and golden days I try to reach you in a million ways I´m crazy ´bout you bonnie Can you tell? Your diamond rings and fancy clothes Do I want you babe, well heaven knows I´m wild about you bonnie Can´t you see, hey bonnie I´ve

I want a little steam on my clothes What's the matter daddy, come on, save my soul I want a little sugar in my bowl I want a little sweetness down in my soul I could stand some lovin', oh so bad Feel so funny, I feel so sad Maybe I could fix things up so

Some people ask me, what does a stranger, stranger do? Well, some people ask me, what does a stranger, stranger do? Well, a stranger wears ragged clothes And stuffs newspaper in his shoes Well, I'm a stranger, I'm a long way from home Yes, I'm a

You really ought to think about it 'Fore you leave me Before you walk out that door Hang your clothes in the closet You're forgetting one thing I'm the one who saved you From a long lonely life I'm the one who gave you

I bought the golden band she wore, on the hand that closed the door And I bought the shoes that just walked out on me I bought her fancy clothesclothes, for all occasions And that new car so she could go just any ole where she pleased Designer names and diamond

Your money, money, money Shawty, I don’t mind if you dance on a pole That don’t make you a hoe If you’re leaving with me And get that money, money, money You can take off your clothes Shawty, I don’t mind when you work until three Go make that money,

And how I'd love to go to Paris again (again, again, again and again) She said hello, she was letting me know We shared friends in Soho She is a pain in the nose And I'm a pain in women's clothes And you're a walking overdose in a great coat And so she

Clothespin all your secrets to the line, line, line Leave 'em blowing in the wind, just say goodbye to you All those midnights sneaking in I'm late again, oh, I'm so sorry All the Ajax in the world ain't gonna clean your dirty laundry Found it over in