Come on, come on That sugar cane that tasted good No-one can see you cry That cinnamon, that's Hollywood No-one can see you try No-one can see me cry That's who you are, that's what you could Charades pop skill Water hyacinth

I dreamt we were standing By the banks of the Thames Where the cold grey waters ripple In the misty morning light Held a match to your cigarette Watched the smoke curl in the mist Your eyes, blue as the ocean between us Smiling at me I awoke so cold and

You know wild bitches tellin' you lies But out there's my water baby, so I hold it down I'm ya' nigga, I'm ya' nigga It-It-It-It's here, the West side Baby MI, MI And I'm out in Miami Gettin' so high, so high Shawty' my nigga, down for whateva'

The death of a bachelor Letting the water fall Seems so fitting for Happily ever after (woo) How could I ask for more? A lifetime of laughter At the expense of the death of a bachelor I'm walking the long road, watching the sky fall

It's like water under bridges That have already burned Somebody told me "Get over it" Do you remember The days we used to spend? Memories so strong It keeps me from moving on

Oooh, I wish you well. Wish I could hideaway Howdy, friend, beggin' your pardon, Is there somethin' on your mind? You've gone and sold all your belongings, Is that something in your eye? Well, I know you really never Liked the way it all goes down; Go

It's just a thought But I've noticed somethin' strange, Gettin' harder to explain; All the years are passin' bye and bye, Still I don't know what makes it go; Who said to wait and you'll see? But I wondered if you knew That the song up there is you. They

I turned around and the water was closing all around like a glove Like the love that finally found me. Then I knew in the crystaline knowledge of you Through the crystal like and clear water fountain Drove me like a magnet Do you always trust your first

Way up on Bear Creek, watching the sun go down Well, it makes me feel like I'm on my last go 'round If you stay up on Bear Creek, you'll get like Jesse James I'm going high, high, up on some lonesome hill Well, the water up on Bear Creek, tastes like

Well the blues had a baby and they named the baby rock & roll All you people, you know the blues got a soul Well this is a story, a story never been told Well you know the blues got pregnant And they named the baby Rock & Roll Muddy Waters said it, you