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 The Bucket List Track 1 (5:05) Mark Karan Lead Guitar Pete Sears Piano |
Deep Red Joyby Deborah GrabienSix o'clock on a Sunday morning, the Mission Man was getting hungry I said I know an all-night Chinese joint, you drown your troubles in bok choy Put his lips to my ear and grinned, said Baby, it's not that kind of need Freshen up your lipstick, let me taste a little bit, and share some of your, share some your Deep red joy, pleasure to meet you, lay your kisses on me I'm a city boy, it's the mark of Cain, babe you're just beyond me But if you drop for me, I'll rise for you, get sticky as honey Just let me taste a little bit. Met the Mission Man in Berkeley, feet up in the hired limo Took one look through the window and I knew I just had to have the boy. Beckoned across the sleeping guitars, he rolled down the window, said climb on in You know I like your black pyjamas, would you care to share some of my, share some of my Cheap red joy, into the car, we're going into the City Sitting duck, I'm sitting on my luck, he said you're sitting pretty He passed me the bottle, hold it by the neck: gone. Aint it a pity? He said drink it just a little bit. Sometime between night and morning, parked his boots and folded his jacket We got clean and we got dirty and the sky turned as red as a blushing boy. Hand to hand and hand to mouth, eye to eye and belly to belly He left me a note and a number to call and the rest of the bottle of that old Deep red joy, move like a flood, you know you move like a warning Mission Man come up like the sun in the early morning Rolling like a river deep in the hills, you can feel him burning I said come back a little bit Come back a little bit... Come back a little bit... Come back a little bit... Come back a little bit... Come back a little bit... Come back a little bit... Lyric copyright © 1981, Deborah Grabien; all rights reserved. 
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