Leon Laudenbach: Music

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So Bad

Some days I travel some times it takes so long.
That’s when I think about that little girl that I left back home.
Many times I call her.
Many times she cries,
I say stop you’re fussing and I'll tell you why.

Your eyes are the same eyes that a glamour girl from New York City looks through.
And your eyes are the same eyes that look to me so honest and true.
And your eyes make me want you bad.
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Take a look at your lips, you paint them rouge, that what a colored girl from New Orleans would do.
And your lips are the same lips that kissed my cheek when I was feeling blue.
And your lips make me want you bad.
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So what are you hiding deep in side like an infant child of one or maybe two.
Its your heart the same heart that took me in when I had nothing left to loose.
And your heart makes me want you bad.
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So don’t you worry I'll be back if it takes a diesel engine on a south bound track,
So draw your shades,
Dry your eyes,
You will be in my dreams tonight,
Cause your eyes make me want you bad.
And your lips make me want you bad.
And your heart makes me want you bad.