| You can write your tunes with rhythm and blues as your alibi
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| You can sell your soul and lay the blame on the passers-by
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| You shake your body on the tv screen
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| It seems to me, you’d try anything twice
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| And swing it out and use it as your aphrodisiac
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| You can give it to me, to me Plain to see that i’ll give it you back
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| You let it flow, let it go, there’s nothing to it Anyone can try anything twice, try anything twice
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| Chasing after stories that have already been told
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| Cannot look old son house in the eyes
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| I know where you carry such a fragile load
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| But i’ve got yours, and you’ve got mine
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| It’s a rhythm and blues alibi
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| La la la la la la la la la la laaa.
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| You can take a trip through your juke joint smoke-filled paradise
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| You can give it your all, 'cause you are walking a fine, fine line, la You shake your booty on the tv screen
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| Seems to me, you’d try anything twice
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| You’d try anything twice
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| Well let me hear you now.
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| Chasing after stories that have already been told,
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| Couldn’t i look old sunhouse in the eyes,
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| I know where you carry such a fragile load,
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| And i’ve got yours, you’ve got mine
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| It’s a rhythm and blues alibi
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| La la la la la etc. |