All perverted persons seem to do what you doing
Yeah they say that the time ain't mine
And I can't do the things I choose
So you rob me with your roller cane
Turn me to silt and wash of your hands
I've got a certain, I've got a thing in mind for you


Free your mind, yeah
Free your mind, yeah
Free your mind, hey yeah
Free your mind


No ifs ands about it
I don't need no mournin' touch
You can raise your hands
But all I'll say is
"Babe, you've had enough"
Lord I've cry now, hell
But you're so damn overused, yeah


All this time I sit here with nothin' about
Every little scrape in my mind
Just up and leaves somehow
So you rob me with your rollеr cane
Then you turn me to silt and wash off your hands
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No ifs ands about it
I don't need no mournin' touch
You can raisе your hands
But all I'll say is
"Babe, you've had enough"
Lord I'd cry now, hell
But you're so damn overused
And I'll try now baby
But you're so damn overused
Come on now, baby


Well, hey yeah


No ifs ands about it
I don't need no mournin' touch
You can raise your hands
But all I'll say is
"Babe, you've had enough"
Lord I'd cry now, hell
But you're so damn overused
And I'll try now baby
But you're so damn overused
Come on now baby

Right now babe
Come on
Live on
Give on
Shine on