Isreal
Jerry Leiber/L. Butler
Lord I swear, the perfume you wear
Is made out of turnip greens
And every time that I kiss you girl
It tastes like pork and beans
Even though you're wearin‘ them
Citified high heels
I can tell by your giant steps
That you've been walkin' through cotton fields
Ohhhhhh, you're some down home girl
Your shoes are green, your dress is red
And your wiggy head is powder blue
But underneath all of that mess,
Well you're still the same old messy you
You're sittin there in that fancy chair
Just drin
Lord I swear, the perfume you wear
Is made out of turnip greens
And every time that I kiss you girl
It tastes like pork and beans
Even though you're wearin‘ them
Citified high heels
I can tell by your giant steps
That you've been walkin' through cotton fields
Ohhhhhh, you're some down home girl
Your shoes are green, your dress is red
And your wiggy head is powder blue
But underneath all of that mess,
Well you're still the same old messy you
You're sittin there in that fancy chair
Just drin
Tears of Liberation
another day comes to another end
another kiss seals another hand
another hand is setting free
hidden tears I cannot see
while the moon is grinning a time
lifting up my agony
suffice it to say
i'll damn the whole day
whole day
heaven knows where heaven is
heaven knows just what I miss
keep the silence in embrace
I can't forget this happy face
where are the
frames of the happy days
out of sight
the soughts of lust of love
out of mind
the strength and the self respect
I could find
a head and a heart and a soul
it's really out of sight
who's walking in this park
who's singing in this dark
what am I supposed to do
why am I searching for you
moonlight please beware
the reality of despair
open your mind set it free
immortal agony