Beth Hart — The Crunge

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I wanna tell you ’bout my good thing
I ain’t disclosing no names, but
He sure is a good friend, and
I ain’t gonna tell you where he comes from, no
If I tell you, you won’t come again, hey
I ain’t gonna tell you nothin’, but I do will, but I know, yeah
Now let me tell you about my girl
I open up a newspaper, and what do I see?

Ah-ah
Ah-ah
See my girl, ah-ah, looking at me

And when she walks, she walks
Let me tell you, when she talks, she talks
And when she looks me in my eye
She’s my baby, Lord, I wanna make her mine
Ooh, tell me, baby, what you want me to do
And you want me to love you, love some other men?
Ooh, ain’t gonna call me Mr. Pitiful, no
Ah, I don’t need no respect from nobody, no, no

Ah yeah, no-no
Ah

I ain’t gonna tell you nothin’, I ain’t gonna tell you no more, no
She’s my baby, let me tell you that I love her so and, and
She’s the woman I really love, and let me tell you more, let me tell you more
Ooh, she’s my baby, let me tell you, she lives next door
She’s the one woman the one woman that I know

I ain’t going, I ain’t going, I ain’t going to tell
I ain’t going to tell you one thing that you really ought to know, boy
She’s my lover, baby, and I lover so, and

She’s the one that really makes me whirl and twirl, and
She’s the one who really makes me jump and shout, oh
She’s the kind of lover that makes me feel the whole world, and
She’s the kind of girl, I know what it’s all about
Take it on
Take it on, take it on now
Take it, take it

Excuse me?
Oh, will you excuse me?
Has anyone seen the bridge?
Please
Where’s that confounded bridge?