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Ebony eyes, like desire They waitin' for me to come home Then she walks In her high heels in my direction In your hand I see you're drinkin whiskey Your inhibitions hit the floor And your lips begin to move This is what I've been waitin for You ain't got to say the words to me At all You ain't got to say the words to me At all This charge you walts so easily darling The men, me, should've known Now I stay And watch my soul, departin Cause in your eyes I see the burning fire And you don't need no other flame No other flame, no, no. They're probably gone I bet tomorrow you don't even know my name You don't got to say the words to me At all, at all
Writer(s): James Needle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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