Oh Daddy

Oh, Daddy, I've been missing you so bad
Did you miss me, Daddy?
Did you miss your queen?
Cut out that noise
And I'll show you how much

Oh, Daddy, I didn't mean that so bad
I've been wanting that, Daddy
I've been wanting that too
Do you mean it, Daddy?
You know I do
It's been too long, Daddy
It's been too long days
Did you miss me, Daddy?
In a hundred ways

I'm so hungry for a taste of you
We got lots of catching up to do
Lo this rack is on and dust away
Daddy's gonna make it all okay
I can feel your body sweating
You have that effect somehow
Give me what I have been getting
Give me, give me, give me now

Damn, baby, you're so fine
I almost died when you ain't here
I can hardly make it through to the morning
Oh, Daddy, what are you doing to me?
Making you mine, baby, mine
I ain't nobody else's
I never will be

I hate not being with you, Queenie even now and then
I'm sorry I got busted, Daddy
Sorry, I got busted again
I'm the one who's sorry
Sorry for the way we live
Sorry for the stinking rats and roaches
Sorry for the queney hotel rooms
Sorry that I gotta say I'm sorry
Don't you ever say you're sorry

We had a dream, don't you remember?
We had a dream
Go to New York, save all our money
We had a dream
Save enough to build our little house
Settle down and raise a bunch of kids
We had a dream back in Savannah
We had a dream

What's the use of dreaming, Queen, when dreaming is the only thing we've got?
Don't you think the time has come to wake and smell the coffee in the pot
We were just a crazy pair of empty headed dreamers from the sticks
Too ignorant to realize that life is full of dirty, little tricks

Just settle down
Just take it easy
Don't get so mad
We're doing fine
We got all money
Things ain't so bad
Finally, we have enough to pack our bags and quit the life for real
Let's count up what we've got so far
You know how good that always makes me feel

Not now, baby, first, let's get it on
Let's make love and-
Where's the money?
I can explain, baby
How could you spend that money playwood?
That money was to get us out

Okay, okay, you've got me, Queen, I spent it on some stuff
But hell, when you ain't by my side, those nights are really tough
Don't run that bullshit lie on me, you ain't been doing right
When I go crazy nuts in jail, you're partying all night

Don't you raise your voice at me
Don't you tell me what to do
Why don't you just go to hell?
Better yet, why don't you?
Anything that I dare please is what I'm gonna do
You already done your share
Where you going?
I think I could use some air

I feel like a pinball in a pinball machine
I always end up in the hole
The lights keep on flashing if you know what I mean
But I always end up in the hole
This life I've made I knew what I expect
My dues are paid, so when do I collect?



Credits
Writer(s): Cy Coleman, Ira Gasman
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