Monday, December 12, 2011

Frettin' About The Man (2012)

Body wanna catch a body comin thru the rye,
But it's no use cause it's all about to die.
The smiles, the tears, the perfect fit,
Is all about to go to shit.
So drop it baby, leave it alone.
Turn your sweet head and go on home.

Don't turn that page, you're wastin' time.
They've got all your answers, just get in line.

The dream deferred is sufferin' in the sun.
Don't pay no mind, your day is done.
Sweet child, no stopping, no time to ask,
You know you got to stay on task.
So drop it baby, leave it alone.
Just turn your head and go on home.

Don't turn that page, you're wastin' time.
They've got the answers, just get in line.

Clarisse is cryin', they sent her away,
But we ain't got no time today.
Mildred smiles, she don't wanna understand,
Why we don't just trust the man.
So drop it honey, leave it alone.
Turn your pretty head and go on home.

Don't turn that page, you're wastin' time.
They got all your answers, just get in line.

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