O Deanna!
O deanna
Sweet Deanna!
O deanna
You know you are my friend, yeah
O deanna
And I ain't down here for your money
I ain't down here for your love
I ain't down here for your love or money
I'm down here for your soul
No carpet on the floor
And the winding cloth holds many moths
Around your Ku Klux furniture
I c** of death-head in your frock
We discuss the murder plan
We discuss murder and the murder act
Murder takes the wheel of your Cadillac
And death climbs in the back
O deanna
This is a car
O deanna
This is a gun
O deanna
And this a day number one
O deanna
Our little crimeworn histories
Black and smoking christmas trees
And honey, it ain't mystery
Why you're a mystery to me
We will eat out of their pantries
And their parlours
Ashy leaving in their beds
And we'll unload into their heads
On this mean season
This little angel that I squeezin'
She ain't been mean to me
O deanna
O Deanna!
O deanna
You are my friend and my partner
O deanna
On this house on the hill
O deanna
And I ain't down here for your money
I ain't down here for your love
I ain't down here for your love or money
I'm down here for your soul
O deanna
I am a-knocking
O deanna
With my toolbox and my stocking
O deanna
And I'll meet you on the corner
O deanna
Yes, you point it like a finger
O deanna
And squeeze it's little thing
O deanna
Feel it's kick, hear it's bang
And let no worry about it's issue
Don't worry about where it's been
And don't worry about where it hits
Cause it just ain't yours to sin
O deanna
No it just ain't your to sin
O deanna
Sweet Deanna
O deanna
And we ain't getting any younger
O deanna
And I don't intend gettin' any older
O deanna
The sun a hump at my shoulder
O deanna
O Deanna!
O deanna
Sweet Deanna
O deanna
And I ain't down here for your money
I ain't down here for your love
I ain't down here for your love of money
I'm down here for your soul
O deanna O Deanna! O deanna Sweet Deanna! O deanna You know you are my friend, yeah O deanna And I ain't down here for your money I ain't down here for your love I ain't down here for your love or money I'm down here for your soul No carpet on the floor And the winding cloth holds many moths Around your Ku Klux furniture I c** of death-head in your frock We discuss the murder plan We discuss murder and the murder act Murder takes the wheel of your Cadillac And death climbs in the back O deanna This is a car O deanna This is a gun O deanna And this a day number one O deanna Our little crimeworn histories Black and smoking christmas trees And honey, it ain't mystery Why you're a mystery to me We will eat out of their pantries And their parlours Ashy leaving in their beds And we'll unload into their heads On this mean season This little angel that I squeezin' She ain't been mean to me O deanna O Deanna! O deanna You are my friend and my partner O deanna On this house on the hill O deanna And I ain't down here for your money I ain't down here for your love I ain't down here for your love or money I'm down here for your soul O deanna I am a-knocking O deanna With my toolbox and my stocking O deanna And I'll meet you on the corner O deanna Yes, you point it like a finger O deanna And squeeze it's little thing O deanna Feel it's kick, hear it's bang And let no worry about it's issue Don't worry about where it's been And don't worry about where it hits Cause it just ain't yours to sin O deanna No it just ain't your to sin O deanna Sweet Deanna O deanna And we ain't getting any younger O deanna And I don't intend gettin' any older O deanna The sun a hump at my shoulder O deanna O Deanna! O deanna Sweet Deanna O deanna And I ain't down here for your money I ain't down here for your love I ain't down here for your love of money I'm down here for your soul Explain Request ×
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