Pleasure Man/Hey Ma Get Papa
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[Pleasure Man - Mick Ronson and Scott Richardson] When you're burned by the need, heartache won't let go And you're searching in your soul for a stranger who won't say no Steal a way to my soul just as fast as you can You can lock away your tears and bring your body to the pleasure man I've got molten magic in my fingertips to ease all your pain A thousand secret ways to make your lonely kisses fall like the rain When you're lost in a crowd, nowhere on the run And you're walking in a dream wide awake thinking who is the one I'm waiting here, no surprise cause I undеrstand You can rest your hungry soul and bring your body to the pleasurе man I've got molten magic in my fingertips to ease all your pain A thousand secret ways to make your lonely kisses fall like the rain, yeah [Instrumental break 2:20 - 3:53] When you're lost in a crowd, nowhere on the run And you're walking in a dream wide awake thinking who is the one Come to the only one you know who cares Who do we all need and bring your body to the pleasure man I've got molten magic in my fingertips to ease all your pain A thousand secret ways to make your lonely kisses fall like the rain [Instrumental break 4:47 - 6:43] [Transition into Hey Ma, Get Papa - Mick Ronson and David Bowie] There I stood like soap on heat While blood ran thick past both my quaking feet Into the street J.J., Dean, and Pigsty Paul just coughed and grinned And sank into the pack, no turning back J.J. had blessed us Cramped me up with salt, Tequila, lemon peel (c'mon, c'mon) My heart began to reel (c'mon, let's do it again) Hey Ma, get Papa Soon you'll have no son to bitch You're gonna cry (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon) I've left a man to die (I've left some man to die) [Instrumental, cackling] (Speaks when he screams), with his old black jeans And a spike from the ground, and all I saw was red When he touched my head So I picked up a spike, that once was a fence And I stuck it in his side, and all we saw was red, oh Ma! He must be dead Good God, we cracked out Never threw up until we had run, ten blocks or more (c'mon, c'mon) Then we really poured (c'mon, let's do it again) Hey Ma, get Papa Soon you'll have no son to bitch You're gonna cry (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon) I've left a man to die (I've left some man to die)
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