Top Songs By Wild Love Tigress
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emily Ferguson
Songwriter
Jake Fernstrum
Songwriter
Anthony Felts
Songwriter
Nicolas Killeen
Songwriter
Isaac Rey-Pederson
Songwriter
Kat Clark
Songwriter
Keaton Baker
Songwriter
Samuel Miller
Songwriter
Lyrics
Drunk in the middle of the afternoon, across the street from my school
With a cool baby mama in her pink pajamas, makin' eyes over a game of pool
Well we was four grinning sinners drinking gin for dinner
Hoping we'd commit a sin tonight
With Maceo blowin' on the stereo, we don't wait for no green lights
I'm trying to be a soul man, baby, what else can you do
To find a sweet soul sister, get her ridin' next to you?
Sick of working as a caddy, never be like my daddy
Washin' windows every day of his life
Or like the pack of black rats outside the laundromat
Scared of walking home without a knife
Two full weeks pay going up in a blaze
I ain't never gonna change my ways
Cause baby I would go crazy
If it's just bills and babies from tomorrow to the end of my days
I'm trying to be a soul man, baby, what else can you do
To find a sweet soul sister, get her ridin' next to you?
If I weren't a guitar player, what else would I be?
If I lay my guitar down, a window washer me
With a scrub, scrub a dub dub
Scrub, scrub a dub dub
Scrub, scrub a dub dub
Scrub, scrub a dub dub
Looks can be deceiving when its late in the evening
And I'm flying by the seat of my pants
Halfway past sloshed, my windows need to be washed
Forgetting I don't know how to dance
Met a little Miss Muffet with a real big tuffet
Hoping we could talk behind closed doors
So please miss Shirley, don't you go to bed early
Surely this'll turn to something more
I'm trying to be a soul man, baby, what else can you do
To find a sweet soul sister, get her ridin' next to you?
Won't you give a soul man a chance?
Soul sister, shall we dance?
Writer(s): Samuel Miller
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com