The Twilight Singers

Number Nine

The Twilight Singers


Devil 
Sweet talking fly on the wall 
Blackberry belle of the ball 
Just like you told me 
I'm gonna crawl 

You trouble me 
And I ain't myself anymore 
I'm crawlin around like a whore 
And you love me there on the floor 

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Come on, boy, don't be such a baby 
And maybe I'll bail you out 
One more time 
You got number nine starin atcha 

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Get back, boy or I'll make you blind 
You fucker 
This here's where we settle up 
One last sweet drink from you cup 
Hand it over, slowly 
I'm gone 

Come on boy, don't be such a baby 
And maybe I'll sell you out 
One more time 
You at the foot of the master 
I'm faster but I'm gonna take 
My time 
And I'm gonna make you blind