Lady & Gentleman Lyrics

Swingin'

 
There's a little boy, in our neighborhood
His name is Charlie Johnson, and he's really lookin' good
I had to go and see him, so I called him on the phone
I walked over to his house, and this was goin' on

His brother was on the sofa, eatin' chocolate pie
His Momma was in the kitchen, cuttin' chicken up to fry
His Daddy was in the backyard, rollin' up a garden hose
And I was on the porch with Charlie, feelin' love down to my toes
And we were swingin'
Aw yeah, and we were swingin'

Yeah, little Charlie he's as pretty as the angels when they sing
I can't believe I'm out here on his front porch in this swing
Just a swingin'

Now little Charlie he's my darlin', he's the apple of my eye
And when I'm on the swing with him, it makes me almost high
And Charlie he’s my lover, and he has been since the spring
I just can't believe it started on his front porch in this swing
Just a swingin'
Aw yeah, that we were swingin'

Yeah little Charlie he's as pretty as the angels when they sing
I can't believe I'm out here on his front porch in this swing
Just a swingin'

Crazy Women

 
Who'd-a guessed that Aquanette
Could start a fire with a single cigarette
She wasn't drunk, she wasn't stoned
Just sick and tired of wonderin' if he was coming home
So she drove around, she found his car
They heard a boom from in the bar
He called the cops, she called his bluff
They hauled her off in high heels and handcuffs

Crazy women, ex-wives and old girlfriends
Keep their crazy hidden till they’re pushed off the deep end
Oh yeah, God forgive them, they weren’t born like this
Oh no, crazy women are made by crazy men

He told his friends she was depressed
Borderline bi-polar, bitch with PMS
Well he cheats and lies and then plays the victim
He don’t know why they always seem to pick him

Crazy women, ex-wives and old girlfriends
Keep their crazy hidden till they're pushed off the deep end
Oh yeah, God forgive them, they weren't born like this
Oh no, crazy women are made by crazy men

Some take a pistol, some take an axe
And boy if you feel the fire, you'd better bet she's got a match
Might be the teacher just down the street
The hairdresser or the housewife or the waitress that's so sweet
No you won't see it when you meet her
So be careful how you treat her
She might look just like me

Crazy women, ex-wives and old girlfriends
Keep their crazy hidden till we're pushed off the deep end
Oh yeah, God forgive us, is none of us born like this
God knows crazy women are made by crazy, crazy, crazy...
Crazy women are made by crazy men