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Simple man with complex tastes
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Oh boy don't you know,
You can't pick any woman and love ger from the get go
She's gotta be
Smart, senseer
Naughty, unpeered
She's got to be driven but not to insanity
She's got to be miss congeniality
Now I said you can't go picking no woman from the street boy
Don't your ears pay no homeage
I said don't go picking that woman off the shelf boy
Have her tailored to you need's
Im a simple man, but I got compex tastes
Seem's like this boy here, is completely thunderstruck
Can't hear the sound of my voice
When I try to teach him bout choice
Maybe his a complex man with simple tastes
God know's, I was there once
Now boy remember I warned you
Don't go picking no woman from the get go
Now boy you might not remember but I told you
She's gotta be
Unbelievable, smashing
Smart, romancing
She gotta believe in every word you say
And not think your always trying to deceive her, every way every day
Now boy she's gone and let you dumbfounded
Cuz you don't know what to do
Well I told you boy, don't go picking this woman from no department store
Im a simple man with complex tastes
I'd like a morning in england
And a dinner in france
I Like to mix my women with fine wine
I like to keep my life exciting with what little time
Maybe thats not you boy, but look at you
Maybe your a complex man with too simple tastes
*Rhythme change to accomodite slight speach over song*
Now boy look at this here,
I got my girl right here,
She's not on my shoulder, she's on my mind
Shes not in my wallet, she's in my heart
Wouldn't trade her for a cadillack, cuz I've ridden far too many miles on her
I'll tell you one thing boy
I didn't pick this girl up from no highway
This woman gone n' picked me up from my debutt to darkness
Im a simple man with complex tastes
She's a mysterious woman, that tickles my fancy
We stay together boy, one step at a time
Never knowing man, if it's just for on more day
But Im a simple man, with simple tastes
This girl right here boy, I'd love her anyday
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This is jazz/blues, if you don't get the music style it's going to be hard for you to get the rhythm.
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Let's drown all our sorrows and we'll be gone till tomorrow...
Dies Irae, Dies Ilia, Solvet Saeclum In Favilla...
Yes, must still shut up.
Last edited by Mystery : 07-05-2006 at 05:08 AM.
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