Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes. Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottled blues. And tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair. Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes My mind was
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I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh). But you keep fronting (Uh). Saying what you going do to me (Uh huh). But I ain't seen nothing (Uh). I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh
I'm tellin' you to loosen up my buttons babe (Uh huh). But you keep frontin' (Uh). Sayin' what you gon' do to me (Uh huh). But I ain't seen nothin' (Uh). . I'm tellin' you to loosen up my
I'm tellin' you to loosen up my buttons babe (Uh huh). But you keep frontin' (Uh). Sayin' what you gon' do to me (Uh huh). But I ain't seen nothin' (Uh). . I'm tellin' you to loosen up my
June to a crowded room. No one was shocked. Ed, Ed had the hair, the blues and shoes. Got me arrested once "Will I ever get this song off my lips?". Is what you said. We were at each other's buttons
Buttons on My Clothes I've been drinking all through summer. I guess I've had a laugh. I've had every kind of fun I could have had Looking at my crowd tonight. There's a sober kind of sparkle in
The coal, the coal light, the callous, the caress. The comb, the calm, the color, the cortex. The code, the codeine, the comma, the context. The collector, the green, the fine, the fall. The finan
Song George Alley's F. F. V. - Flatt, Scruggs. Along came the F. F. V. the swiftest on the line. A-roaring down the C & O road just twenty minutes behind. A-roaring into Seville, getting orders on