It's so right I wanna see the way you move for me baby Little black dress It's so right you know I wanna see the way you move for me It's too late It's not right Just walked into the room Makin' heads turn

A little bit of sympathy See and let yourself be seen Little bit of sympathy The light is strong and the man is weak And the world walks in between So rise above on the wings of love So fill your cup and drink it on up For tomorrow never comes If you

If I had possession, over judgment day And I rolled and I tumbled and I cried the whole night long Had to fold my arms and I, slowly walked away Now run here, baby, set down on my knee Lord, the little woman I'm lovin' wouldn't, have no right to pray And

Maddened from the trauma Man, I'm on the corner Man are getting corn up Bodies getting torn up Mandem better talk up, mandem better talk up Talk about riding, I've got mandem on the walk up Grab my little Mindy as I get my Mork up Man ah man's eating,

'you should learn to speak a little bit of english Bits of songs and broken drums Are all he could recall Don't be scared of a suit and tie. Learn to walk in the dreams of the foreigner -- I am a third world child So he spoke to me

We're walking, we're walking So walk this way! Walk this way! Make the elevator come a little faster I'm pushing all the buttons but nothing's happening Please god don't let anybody see me Please god, I'll do anything you ask of me I promise no more

And all my friends say I started shooting doubles When you walked in All my friends say I went a little crazy Seeing you with him You know I don't remember a thing But they say I sure was raising some cane I was a rock star, party hard

That's how I'll always be I'll always be a fan of ol' stray dogs and guitars playin' One room churches, back road walks and front porch swingin' Sunset skies, bonfire nights, I love the simple things I'm a little more beer bottle beer joint than a fancy

I can walk into a room without you I just don't know how to love without you Every friend has got a friend in mind 'Cause I've had more than a little time And I don't get drunk and talk about you So I guess I've learned to live without you So it's on

But ooh, you got that thang You walk in with a crooked smile Yeah your hair's a little out of style The way you drink, the way you trip The way you bite your bottom lip The way you slip, the way you slide The way you walk, the way you drive