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Burnt Child lyrics
Sunday I'll be free
I'm gonna treat everybody
Like they treat poor me
I'm just a poor old boy
Looking for a home, oh babe
Please hold me in your arms
Well, I'm begging you, I'm begging you
Please hold me in your arms
I'm begging you mama
Please try and understand
I'm at your mercy
I'm at your command
If you turn me down
Will drive me insane, oh babe
I don't think it is no harm
I'm just asking you for a favor
Please hold me in your arms
I just keep on begging
And hanging around
I ain't gonna lose
The treasures I found, oh babe
I can't get you off my mind
Well, I'm begging you, yes, I'm begging you
Please hold me in your arms
Play for me Sonny boy
One look in your eyes
Then I realize
You got something there
That will really satisfy
Every time I'm around you
How my temperature rise, oh babe
I don't think it is no harm
Well, I'm asking you one favor
Please hold me in your arms
Yeah, hold me now
I just keep on asking you favor
Please hold me in your arms
Sunday I'll be free
I'm gonna treat everybody
Part of these releases
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- Track 3 on Whoopin'
- 2 Sonny's Whoopin' The Doop
- 4 Whoee, Whoee
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