be worse off than I started Oh...you're such a bad influence Baby, you've got ways to make me do what you want Oh...and you're such a bad influence Girl
ll be worse off than I started Ohh, you're such a bad influence Baby, you've got ways to make me do what you want Ohh, and you're such a bad influence
(J. Watson, M. Davis & Ling) Don't touch me, baby No Just leave me alone Because the way you treat me, baby You know that's wrong I'm leavin' you,
Loving you was Always a cost That I never bought Till we Started drifting apart Now I know the love that you give Is something that I've got to kiss
Last night I got loaded On a bottle of gin On a bottle of gin Last night I got loaded On a bottle of gin On a bottle of gin You know I feel all right
Every trouble's got the best of you And there's nothing that you can do March on Yeah, you march on You march on Yeah, you march on Yeah, you do Times
thrills Wow, I need my baby to get my thrills Ohh, I'm just wild about Mexican food Ohh, and you might think you're a real bad dude You might need a
Mmmmmmm I'd give a friend My very last dime And I'd leave my job to do a favor for 'ya Any time, oh yes I would But I won't share my baby She's not
Well somebody called and gave me the word And I'm gonna tell you people just what I heard I'm gonna tell you for free and it won't cost a dime There'
She's gone After all these lovin' years After I figured She'd always be near After my tears dry I want to know Where do I go from here? Where do I
When I first met you, baby Weren't you a sweet, little thing Worked my fool head off Just to buy that diamond ring Now things are kind of funny You
time I fall I bounce a little higher I get back five for every dollar that I lose Every time I'm down Real good times follow But don't you feel bad for
(D. Walker, Robert Cray, Richard Cousins & M. Vannice) I'm in a phone booth, baby Number scratched on the wall I'm in a phone booth, baby Number scratched
