Little FeatFerocious Morning

F. Tackett, P. Barrere I was a real live wire on a very loose wig Not a good combination in the best of times I had no real plans, no trouble in mind Just a real fat wallet my modus operandi Then I woke up - seatin' and lost Ya know I sear that it's true The sun was shining in my eyes Reflectin' off a gold tooth I said oh man... It was a ferocious morning Well I remember the money quintessential moans Yesterday's perfume tells me I ain't alone Then I hear that fool's bellow pounding at the door I had my heart in my mouth when my feet hit the floor Taste of cotton - and gasoline All down in my thirty two No time for stoppin' - I gotta beat the scen I think this window will do I said oh man... What a ferocious morning The heat was oppressive, ninety nine in the shade I hit the bricks runnin', hip-hoppin' away I needed some magic so I turned into a bar Was the misery minute down at the happy hour My head screamed for a cough syrup cocktail But I settled on a deep well gin Don't recall it all... I think it was fun But I don't wanna go there again Oh man... What a ferocious morning
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