BOBBY BARETill I Get On My Feet Lyrics
She was quite a looker she kept herself up well
She was crowdin' forty but in the dark you couldn't tell
I sat down at her table and had myself a pour
Then we slow danced by the jukebox to a motel room next door
I whispered soft and sweet what's the use in waitin'
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Love is wild and free and night is quickly fadin'
She said it may be wild but honey it ain't free
Would you lay twenty on me till I get on my feet
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I whispered soft and sweet...