Don't ease, don't ease Don't ease me in I've been all night long coming home Don't ease me in I was standing at the corner Talking to Miss Brown Well I turned around, sweet moma She was way cross town So I'm walking down the street With a dollar in my hand I've been looking for a woman, sweet moma Ain't got no man Don't ease, don't ease Don't ease me in I've been all night long coming home Don't ease me in The girl I love She's sweet and true You know the dress she wears, sweet moma It's pink and blue She brings me coffee You know she brings me tea She brings 'bout every damn thing But the jailhouse key Don't ease, don't ease Don't ease me in I've been all night long coming home Don't ease me in

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