Walk a mile in my tennis shoes.
Tina Turner gave me the highway blues.
But I, I don't love nobody but you, honey.
I'm true rat for the things I done.
Second cousin to a son of a gun.
I'm gonna wipe out your mama if she puts me on, honey.
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'Cause I'm a midnight creeper.
Ain't gonna lose no sleep over you.
When there's a nightmare, I'm there -
tempting you to blow a fuse.
Well there's no more sleeping when
I'm midnight creeping over you.
Watch out honey. Watch out honey.
Watch the things you do.
Long haired ladies well they look so fine
Locked in my cellar full of cheap red wine
But, I don't think those ladies they really mind honey
I still don't know why you hate me so
A little bit of fun never stopped no show
Well I, I just wanna loosen up my soul honey
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Watch out honey, watch out honey
Watch the things you do