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<noinclude> | <noinclude>{{Lyrics for|Your Funeral My Trial}}</noinclude> | ||
Well, I recall when we first met | Well, I recall when we first met<br> | ||
It was on a Friday night<br> | |||
It was on a Friday night | We spent two lovely hours together<br> | ||
And the world it seemed all right<br> | |||
We spent two lovely hours together | I'm begging you, baby, please stop that off-the-wall jive<br> | ||
'Cause if you don't treat me no better<br> | |||
And the world it seemed all right | It's gonna be your funeral and my trial<br> | ||
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I'm begging you, baby, please stop that off-the-wall jive | Well, the Lord made the world and everything that's in it<br> | ||
The way my baby love is some solid sentiment<br> | |||
'Cause if you don't treat me no better | She can love to heal the sick, she can love to raise the dead<br> | ||
You might think that I'm joking, you better believe what I said<br> | |||
It's gonna be your funeral and my trial | I'm begging you, baby, please stop that off-the-wall jive<br> | ||
Oh, if you don't treat me no better<br> | |||
It's gonna be your funeral and my trial<br> | |||
Well, the Lord made the world and everything that's in it | |||
The way my baby love is some solid sentiment | |||
She can love to heal the sick, she can love to raise the dead | |||
You might think that I'm joking, you better believe what I said | |||
I'm begging you, baby, please stop that off-the-wall jive | |||
Oh, if you don't treat me no better | |||
It's gonna be your funeral and my trial | |||
Latest revision as of 23:45, 18 May 2009
Your Funeral My Trial
Well, I recall when we first met
It was on a Friday night
We spent two lovely hours together
And the world it seemed all right
I'm begging you, baby, please stop that off-the-wall jive
'Cause if you don't treat me no better
It's gonna be your funeral and my trial
Well, the Lord made the world and everything that's in it
The way my baby love is some solid sentiment
She can love to heal the sick, she can love to raise the dead
You might think that I'm joking, you better believe what I said
I'm begging you, baby, please stop that off-the-wall jive
Oh, if you don't treat me no better
It's gonna be your funeral and my trial
