Between The Sheets
Patsy Cline
An old cool cat from way downtown
He's been boppin all around
This old world were living fast
Afraid some day were gonna run outa gas
If your'e travellin that way too
I'l tell you folks what you better do
You gotta
Stop, look and listen
Don't know what you're missing
Stop, look and listen
You might be missing kissin
If you're travelling slow
You'll go a long long way
Well Farmer Jones he came to town
Saw that boppin all around
Learned to do it, there's no doubt
Fraid some day he'll burn his motor out
If yo
An old cool cat from way downtown
He's been boppin all around
This old world were living fast
Afraid some day were gonna run outa gas
If your'e travellin that way too
I'l tell you folks what you better do
You gotta
Stop, look and listen
Don't know what you're missing
Stop, look and listen
You might be missing kissin
If you're travelling slow
You'll go a long long way
Well Farmer Jones he came to town
Saw that boppin all around
Learned to do it, there's no doubt
Fraid some day he'll burn his motor out
If yo
Holy
Washing machine
space age dream
Let me serve you
keep me clean
Rinse me plain
spin me sane.
I'll trust my dirt to only you.
Automobile
see me kneel
I'll scrub your back
I'll buy your meal
I'll choke your start
I'll warm your heart.
I'll dream of dying just with you.
See me wish from eight to all day long.
(l've) Got no time
I'm not inclined to hum a song.
Just like a robot
waiting for a fuse
I'm too crazy to even have the blues.
Instant
instant
instant poetry
Too hot to be continued next week.
Instant
instant
instant poetry
Too slow to be tongue in cheek.
T.V. syndrome - holy custom
Millions squeeze you to their bosom.
You're always welcome - drive out boredom
Your one eye's all the art we need.
Instant
instant
instant poetry . . .