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Yes, I'm sittin' here thinkin'. Thinkin' about Miss Martha King. Well, I'm sitin' here thinkin'. Thinkin' about Miss Martha King I'm in love with that woman. I ain't afraid to call her name Lord
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Martha, she listens for the ticking of my footsteps, patiently. She sifts the hairy air that's worn and wood-swept, pleasantly She does as she pleases, she listens for me Martha, she calls to me
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Martha, she listens for the ticking of my footsteps, patiently. She sifts the hairy air that's worn and wood-swept, pleasantly She does as she pleases, she listens for me Martha, she calls to me
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Why you say the things you say?. I'll never know I need you so. Why you play the games you play?. I'll never know cos I need you so Running around in your sharp sand. Running around don't know
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Clean shirt, new shoes. And I don't know where I am goin' to. Silk suit, black tie. I don't need a reason why They come runnin' just as fast as they can. 'Cause every girl crazy 'bout a sharp
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Take a walk down memory lane with me. Past a watermelon stand on the way. Thinking I had everything we'd need on. Martha's Foolish Ginger You were late, how could I forget. What you said the part
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Clean shirt, new shoes. and I don't know where I am goin' to. Silk suit, black tie,. I don't need a reason why. They come runnin' just as fast as they can. coz every girl crazy 'bout a sharp dressed
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us more!. Drop the beat as sharp as a razor!. Sharp as a razor!. . (All the girls say!) Wind it up!. (All the boys say!) Wind it up!. (All the girls say!) Wind it up!. (All the boys say!) Wind
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got it made. Think you got it made. Think you got it made. When you're one blade shy of a sharp edge Republican is the way you vote. You've got a sticker on your bumper that's how I know. And you
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Martha, she listens for the ticking of my footsteps, patiently. She sifts the hairy air that's worn and wood-swept, pleasantly She does as she pleases, she listens for me Martha, she calls to me
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Martha, she listens for the ticking of my footsteps, patiently. She sifts the hairy air that's worn and wood-swept, pleasantly She does as she pleases, she listens for me Martha, she calls to me
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look me in the eye. And tell me if you see a trace of fear. . You gotta look sharp. You gotta look sharp. And you gotta have no illusions. Just keep going your way looking over your shoulder
