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Foxy, Foxy
You know you are a cute little heart breaker
Foxy yeah,
And you know you are a sweet little lover maker
Foxy

I wanna take you home, yeah
I won’t do you no harm
You’ve got to be all mine, all mine
ooh Foxy Lady
Foxy, Foxy

Now-a I see you come down on the scene
oh Foxy
You make me wanna get up and-a scream
Foxy, oh baby listen now
I’ve made up my mind,
I’m tired of wasting all my precious time
You’ve got to be all mine, all mine

ooh, Foxy Lady
Ooh, Foxy Lady, yeah yeah
You look so good, Foxy
oh yeah Foxy
yeah, give us some, Foxy
Foxy Foxy
Foxy Foxy
Foxy Foxy

There’s a red house over yonder, that’s where my baby stays.
There’s a red house over yonder, baby, that’s where my baby stays.
Well, I ain’t been home to see my baby in about ninety nine and one half days,
’bout time I see her.

Oh, remember the mocking bird, my baby bun
He used to sing for his supper, baby
Yes he used to sing for his dinner, babe
He used to sing so sweet
But a since my baby left me he ain’t sang a tune all day
Oh, remember the blue-birds and the honey bees,
They used to sing for the sunshine
Yes they used to sing for the honey, baby
They used to sing so sweet
But a since my baby left me they ain’t sang a tune all day
Hey pretty baby, come on back to me
Make every body as happy as can be
So baby, if you’ll please come home again
You know I’ll kiss you for my supper, yeah
You know I’ll kiss you for my dinner, baby now
But uh, if you don’t come back you know I’ll have to starve to death
‘Cus I ain’t had one kiss all day now, ah babe
Please remember
You’ve got to remember
You’ve got to remember our love
Come on back, baby, come on back in my arms,
I’ll make everything that better
Come on, baby, hurry up now
Can you hear me calling you back again now?

Manic depression is touching my soul
I know what I want but I just don’t know
How to, go about gettin’ it
Feeling sweet feeling,
Drops from my fingers, fingers
Manic depression is catchin’ my soul

Woman so weary, the sweet cause in vain
You make love, you break love
It’s all the same
When it’s, when it’s over, mama
Music, sweet music
I wish I could caress, caress, caress
Manic depression is a frustrating mess

Well, I think I’ll go turn myself off,
And go on down
All the way down
Really ain’t no use in me hanging around
In your kinda scene

Music, sweet music
I wish I could caress, caress, caress
Manic depression is a frustrating mess