Little FeatClownin'

Fred Tackett, Paul Barrere Now you got the style attitde so well and proper Your etiquette's a cut above the rest You got the kind of walk sets them heads a turnin' My heart's burnin' yearnin' for your best How 'bout for a while ya give this boy a tumble Do the rhumba you know what I mean Ya throw me a smile something to remember just one time I'm down here on my knees Won't you please stop your teasin' Ya know you got no reason To be clownin' with my heart Can't you see what you're doin' with your recipe for ruin Got me drownin' no it's tearin' me apart Before I'd ever let you see me cryin' I'd eat boiled owl, girl if I'm lyin I'm dyin' -- I'm gonna walk Well you set that choir on fire every Sunday mornin' The way you sashay into church All the brothers and the sisters down in that amen corner Roll their eyes in disbelief at your short skirts Oh man, you shook their chakras You got their zodiacs so outta whack It's apocalypse now and it's all your fault I ain't runnin' scared, no I won't hide my eyes I'm on you like a cowboy on a mail order bride So won't you please stop your teasin' Ya know you got no reason To be clownin' with my heart Can't you see what you're doin' with your recipe for ruin Got me drownin' no it's tearin' me apart Before I'd ever let you see me cryin' Tar and feather me, babe, if I'm lyin I'm dyin' -- I'm gonna walk Won't you please stop your teasin' Ya know you got no reason To be clownin' with my heart Can't you see what you're doin' with your recipe for ruin Got me drownin' no it's tearin' me apart Before I'd ever let you see me cryin' I'd eat boiled owl, girl if I'm lyin I'm dyin' -- I'm gonna walk
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