 Album: "Dimples"
Richard Dimples Fields Singing:
5 AM Is The Hour
And we just took a shower
Once again I'm heading home,
But I'm satisfied (ummm) to the bone
Like so many times before
You had me beggin' for more
Now I'm, running home to her
When it's you I prefer
She's got papers on me
She's got papers on me
And I'm getting tired of sneaking In
Lying 'bout
Where I've been
How long can this go on
Pretending to love someone who just don't turn me on
And every time I taste your sweet, sweet lips
I make up my mind to abandon ship
But man oh man she's cramping my style
I look in her face and see your sweet smile (well)
She's got papers
On me
She's got papers
On me
She's got papers
On me
She's got papers
on me
Ohh, Sometimes I wonder
What is she gettin' out of this
You're takin' every little bit
You're gettin' all my love and then some
Leaving her
Just the crumbs
And like it is
And
Like it was
Doesn't she know it's you that I love
Girl you're more than just some broad I whine and dine
You're the sweet little thing
The sweet little thing
The sweet little thing
That's always on my mind
Always on my mind
Girl you're always
Always
Always
Always Are on my mind
But she's got big papers on me
And she
Won't set me free
I never should have kept that date
But I found out about you too late
What am I goin' do about that baby
Ohh yeah, yeah, baby.
Betty Wright singin'
Well, well, well
what have we here
I know you thought I was all the way on my job by now
But I forgot my sweater
And on my way back
I started to thinking
He's sure been acting strange lately
And what is this I here when I walk up to my bathroom door
You' singing about some other women
Let me tell you something Mr. Look So Good
From now on
This house is where you used to live
My, My, My
Don't we look pretty in that suit my money bought
You'd better come on down stairs and have a seat.
But don't you get too comfortable now
'cause you won't be here that long
Now I'm not sure
I'm not exactly sure about what you're doing
But I know you're doing something
I gave you the best years of my life
Trying to be a good mother and a good wife
I made you what you are
You hear me
I paid the house note
I put you through school
I paid for that pretty car you' driving your woman or women 'round in
Now If I can't be number one
I WILL NOT be number two
Unless I wanna be
And right now I'm in no mood to be number two
That's right I got papers on you.
And you do understand my dear
That you must pay me to be free
That's what I said
You're going to pay me for my years and my tears
And all my wasted years
And I know being with me hurts you
And mean you don't dig me anymore
But I'm hurting too
And you can tell that dizzy broad
You know the one you're singing 'bout
The Miss sweet little thing that's always on your mind
That I'm not letting you out of this unless you buy me out
I'm not going through no more hard times or bad times
'Cause I can do bad all by myself
All by myself
Yeah, I got papers on you
But now
I'm throwing them in the
Trash can of my memories
Now take your little albums and your little raggedy component set that Never work and you can scat.
You hear me
Humm
Just used my life up
Used my body up
Used all my time up
I don't know what to say about you
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[Thanks to gwen. swindell ladynewg@aol.com]
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