Van Gogh

I had a dream, that I was Van Gogh
Living like a vandal
In my tiny castle
I painted portraits of a morning
Coffee with my Lord
He's still missing his girl, Mary

Ooh, we're talking dirty now
I like it when we move like that
Ooh, we're shaping little lies
On the tips of our tongues
Where 're you at?
Where 're you at?

She fancied herself, a rainbow
Coming out that swamp, slow
Her head up in the cosmos
She's got 'em absinthe eyes I told you
She's trying to break that mold, fool
I need a little strange fruit

Ooh, we're talking dirty now
I like it when we move like that
Ooh, we're shaping little lies
On the tips of our tongues
Where 're you at?
Where 're you at?

(Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) where 're you at?
(Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) where 're you at?
(Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) where 're you at?
(Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) where 're you at?

I drink the blues with my bourbon
Jimmy Reed's a-sermon
Little rain a-thundering
I stood up and started singing
I got all this feeling
I'm swinging from the ceiling



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Writer(s): James Bradshaw
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