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Bobby Bare

Wilma Lou

 

Wilma Lou

(альбом: Me And McDill - 1977)


I watch you most every night
See you in the front porch lights
You and him sitting in a swing
Radio playing through the screen.

Wilma Lou, Wilma Lou
Don' let that boy put his hands on you
I can see he ain't your kind
He loves your body and not your mind.

Every night I watch you hard
A hiding here iin the wrecking yard
Sitting in a rusty truck
Letting mosquitoes eat me up.

Wilma Lou, Wilma Lou
Don' let that boy put his hands on you
I can see he ain't your kind
He loves your body and not your mind.

Oh, Wilma Lou, you're too far away
So I sneak up behind his Chevrolet
I hunker down here in the weeds
A little closer so I can see.

I hear the June bugs in the night
See you in the front porch light
I'm going home, I've had enough
God sake Wilma Lou get up.

Wilma Lou, Wilma Lou
Don' let that boy put his hands on you
I can see he ain't your kind
He loves your body and not your mind.

Wilma Lou, Wilma Lou
Don' let that boy put his hands on you
I can see he ain't your kind
He loves your body and not your mind...

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