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Hey my baby, are you tired of me singing all that blues Guess I was born into that groove Catch some thoughts slipping through my mind Good and bad ones, sick and sane ones All cut out for singing the blues I love it, a fingerwaltz From my hand up to my neck into my mouth Hey woman, I am tired of you saving all that juice It's gonna make you choke into your blues Got some thoughts that cross your mind Disclose, disgrace, right in my face All cut out for singing the blues I love it, a fingerwaltz From my hand up to my neck into my ass Aus Songtexte Mania