SONG FOR A JACKET
You've got a nice head I said - It makes my cheeks red
But if you wanna know what it is to be dead
Then lose that jacket
Halleluiah
Be my baby
What's it to ya
I would have died to hear you say that
Halleluiah
And what it does to ya
does to ya
She turned to me - at least that's what she thought she did
Cause I was gone
I said I loved her little - kept it all well hid
Kept it all well hid
Halleluiah
Be my baby
What's it to ya
I would have died to hear you say that
Halleluiah
And what it does to ya
does to ya
Be my baby
Halleluiah what it does to ya Halleluiah what it does to ya
I would have died to hear you say that
Halleluiah what it does to ya Halleluiah what it does to ya
Be my baby
Halleluiah what it does to ya Halleluiah what it does to ya
I would have died to hear you say that
Halleluiah what it does to ya Halleluiah what it does to ya
All she said: "I lost your jacket don't be mad"
'Cause all she said: "I lost your jacket don't be mad
'Cause all I did, I lost your jacket don't be mad
'Cause all I did, I lost your jacket don't be mad"
The story of my body culture
That's all she said, that's all she said: "I lost your jacket don't be mad"
The story of my body culture
That's all she said, that's all she said: "I lost your jacket don't be mad"
The story of my body culture
That's all she said, that's all she said: "I lost your jacket don't be mad"
The story of my body culture
That's all she said, that's all she said: "I lost your jacket don't be mad"
The story of my body culture (x4)
