You know youre a cute little heartbreaker
Foxy
You know youre a sweet little lovemaker
Foxy
I wanna take you home
I wont do you no harm, no
Youve got to be all mine, all mine
Ooh, foxy lady
I see you, heh, on down on the scene
Foxy
You make me wanna get up and scream
Foxy
Ah, baby listen now
Ive made up my mind
Im tired of wasting all my precious time
Youve got to be all mine, all mine
Foxy lady
Here I come
Im gonna take you home
I wont do you no harm, no
Youve got to be all mine, all mine
Here I come
Im comin to get ya
Foxy lady
You look so good
Yeah, foxy
Yeah, give us some
Foxy
Yeah, get it, babe
You make me feel like
Feel like sayin foxy
Foxy
Foxy lady
Ain’t nothin’ I can say, nothin’ I can do,
I feel so bad, yeah, I feel so blue.
I got to make it right for everyone concerned
Even if it’s me, if it means it’s me what’s gettin’ burned.
‘Cause I could never make you unhappy, no, I couldn’t do that girl,
Only wish I didn’t have to love you do, makes it so, so very hard to go.
(So very hard to go) ‘Cause I love you so,
(So very hard to go), ah, I love you do.
I knew the time would come, I’d have to pay for my mistakes,
I can’t blame you for what you’re doin’ to me girl, even tho’ my heart aches.
Your dreams have all come true just the way you planned them,
So I’ll just step aside, I’m gonna step aside and lend a helping hand then.
‘Cause I could never make you unhappy, no I couldn’t do that girl,
only wish I didn’t love you so, makes it so, so very hard to go.
(So very hard to go) ‘Cause I love you so
(So very hard to go) Oh, I love you so
(So very hard to go) And it ain’t easy to walk away when a man love some body
(So very hard to go) Hey, hey, hey, hey.
When they kick out your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun
When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting in death row
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you’ll have to answer to
Oh, Guns of Brixton
The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell
You see, he feels like Ivan
BORN under the Brixton sun
His game is called survivin’
At the end of the harder they come
You know it means no mercy
They caught him with a gun
No need for the Black Maria
Goodbye to the Brixton sun
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you’ll have to answer to
Oh-the guns of Brixton
When they kick out your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun
You can crush us
You can bruise us
And even shoot us
But oh- the guns of Brixton
Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game was survivin’
As in heaven as in hell
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you’ll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Dah pretty ladies around the world
Got a weird thing to show you,
So tell all the boys and girls.
Tell your brother, your sister
And mama too, cause they’re
About to go down
And you’ll know just what to do.
Wave your hands in the air
Like you don’t care, glide by
The People as they start to look and stare.
Do you dance, do your dance quick
Mama, come on baby, tell me what’s
The Word, ah – word up,
Everybody say when you hear the call
You got to get it underway,
Word up, it’s the code word,
No matter where you say it,
You’ll know that you’ll be heard.
Now all you sucker. D.J.’s
Who think you’re fly
There’s got to be a reason
And we know the reason why.
And act real cool
But you got to realise
That you’re acting like fools.
If there’s music we can use it
We need to dance.
We don’t have that time
For psychological romance
No romance
No romance
No romance for me mama
Come on baby tell me what’s the word.
Ah – word up,
Everybody say when you hear the call
You got to get it underway.
Dial “L” for low…
Come on, all you people say…
Word up – word up
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