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Tim Buckley

Move With Me

 

Move With Me

(альбом: Greetings From L.A. - 1972)


I went down to the meat rack tavern
And found myself a big ol' healthy girl
Now she was drinking alone
Aw what a waste of sin
So I went on over to sweet talk that girl
Lord I moved on in
Lord I whispered come on and move with me
Move with me move with me move with me darling
Aw, don't be shy
I'm gonna mess witcha, mess witcha, mess witcha, mess witcha, mess witcha mind

Well, I don't care if you tell me you're married
'Cause I can be your man when your husband ain't home
Now if he should walk in you just tell him I'm your houseboy
And that you just can't stand to sleep here alone... no more

I wanna move with you, move with you, move with you, move with you darling
I wanna mess witcha, mess witcha, mess witcha, mess witcha mind

Well now he finally walked in
And Lord that man filled up the doorway
Well he grabbed me by my throat
And he bounced me down the stairs
And Lord I swear, he broke every bone in my body
But it was worth every second that I was there
'Cause she would whisper to me...

Move with me, move with me, move with me, move with me darling
I'm gonna mess witcha, mess witcha, mess witcha, mess witcha mind
...

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