the music stops Hot stuff Everybody on the dance floor You know what I'm talking about Music make you forget all your trouble Make you sing and
: Oh, Cherry, oh Cherry, oh baby Doncha know I in need of thee You don't believe it true Why don't you love me, too Its so long I been waiting For
a kind She's got a mind She got a mind of her own And she use it mighty fine She drove a pick-up truck Painted green and blue The tires were wearing
're a fool to cry And it makes me wonder why." You know, I got a woman And she lives in the poor part of town and I go see her sometimes And we
Mama With your ball and chain And your sawn off shotgun Blown out brains, yeah You can scandalize me Scorn my name You can steal my money And
she drank away my cash She said, "I'm going to fix my face don't you worry I'll beback" I'm looking for her high and low like a mustard for a ham She
: Hey Negrita, hey now Move your body, move your mouth Shake lady, way down south Shake baby, in your home town Come si chiama, what's you game
hand of fate is on me now It pick me up and it kicked me right down Kicked me right down Kicked me right down I had to save her life Yeah, I gunned him twice Yeah, and
Oh, Cherry, oh Cherry, oh baby Doncha know I in need of thee You don't believe it true Why don't you love me, too Its so long I been waiting For
crazy Mama With your ball and chain And your sawn off shotgun Blown out brains, yeah You can scandalize me Scorn my name You can steal my money And
You're a fool to cry And it makes me wonder why." You know, I got a woman And she lives in the poor part of town and I go see her sometimes And
The hand of fate is on me now It pick me up and it kicked me right down Kicked me right down Kicked me right down I had to save her life Yeah, I gunned him twice Yeah, and
Hey Negrita, hey now Move your body, move your mouth Shake lady, way down south Shake baby, in your home town Come si chiama, what's you game I
when the music stops Hot stuff Everybody on the dance floor You know what I'm talking about Music make you forget all your trouble Make you sing and
of a kind She's got a mind She got a mind of her own And she use it mighty fine She drove a pick-up truck Painted green and blue The tires were
they shake their bones And the politicians, throwing stones Singing ashes, ashes all fall down Shipping powders back and forth Singing, black goes South while white comes North And
-da, bah bah, bah-da da) And the whole world loves it when you're in the news (Bah bah-da, bah bah, bah-da da) And the whole world loves it when you sang the blues
