Observations From A Hill
Family
3:12Well, she looked like easy, easy money Sittin' in the bank And I asked her for some time She said "try another line" I just turned away and shrank She said "now you ain't really happening" That was counterattacking All you chicken livered lovers Who fool around with others You don't get away with that, boy Let your fingers do the talking Put away your mouth If your only speed is fantasy You can beat it, beat it now She wore uneasy hairdos This quiet fling in a row Well, she looked like Cathy Turner But my ass was gonna burn her With my love life on hold Some things I guess are fated We met again by chance We ate a small lasagna Then we danced just like a band Yeah, this chicken sure learned how to fence Let your fingers do the talking Put away your mouth If your only speed is fantasy You can beat it now Let your fingers do the talking Put away your mouth If your only speed is fantasy You can beat it now