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| 4:36 | 
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| 2. |
| 8:04 |
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| 3. |
| 4:33 | 
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Stayed in bed all mornin' just to pass the time.
There's somethin' wrong here, there can be no denyin'. One of us is changin', or maybe we've just stopped tryin'. And it's too late, baby now, it's too late, though we really did try to make it. Somethin' inside has died, and I can't hide, and I just can't fake it, oh, no, no. It used to be so easy, livin' here with you. You were light and breezy, an' I knew just what to do. Now you look so unhappy, and I feel like a fool. And it's too late, baby now, it's too late, though we really did try to make it. Somethin' inside has died, and I can't hide, and I just can't fake it, oh, no, no. There'll be good times again for me and you, but we just can't stay together; don't you feel it too? Still I'm glad for what we had and how I once loved you. And it's too late, baby now, it's too late, though we really did try to make it. Somethin' inside has died, and I can't hide, and I just can't fake it, oh, no, no. no, no, no, no. |
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| 4:46 |
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Me and Mrs. Jones, we got a thing going on, We both know that it's wrong But it's much too strong to let it cool down now. We meet ev'ry day at the same cafe, Six-thirty I know she'll be there, Holding hands, making all kinds of plans While the jukebox plays our favorite song. Me and Mrs., Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones got a thing going on, We both know that it's wrong, But it's much too strong to let it cool down now. We gotta be extra careful that we don't build our hopes too high Cause she's got her own obligations and so do I, Me, me and Mrs., Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones got a thing going on, We both know that it's wrong, But it's much too strong to let it cool down now. Well, it's time for us to be leaving, Iit hurts so much, it hurts so much inside, Now she'll go her way and I'll go mine, But tomorrow we'll meet the same place, the same time. Me and Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones. |
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| 5. |
| 5:16 |
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| 6. |
| 6:26 |
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| 7. |
| 6:32 |
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It's a little bit funny, Lord, this feeling inside I'm not one of those who can easily hide I don't have much money but, boy, if I did I'd buy a big mansion where we both could live If, if I was a sculpture, Lord, honey, but then again, no Or a man who makes potions in a travelin' show I know it's not much, I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do You gave a gift, Lord, and I'm gon' sing it for you And you can tell everybody that this is your song It may be quite, quite simple but that's how it's done I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind what I wrote down in words, words How wonderful life is when you're in the world, world, world If, if, if I was on a rooftop I'd kick off my shoes I'll write a few verses, and then I get the blues But the sun's been quite, quite kind while I wrote this song It's for people like you and people like me I wanna, I wanna keep turnin' on So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do, Lord You see, you see I've forgotten if they're green or blue Anyway the things is, anyway the thing is, what I really mean Your are the sweetest eyes, you've got the sweetest eyes The clearest eyes I've ever seen, I hope you know that I hope you, I hope you wrote back and tell everybody that this is your song It may be quite, quite simple but now that's how it's done I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind, but I wrote down in words, Lord, words I'm doin' it for how wonderful life is when you're in the world, world, world If, if, if I was on a rooftop I'd kick off my shoes I'll write a few verses, and then I'll get the blues But the sun's been quite, quite kind while I wrote this song It's for people like you, people like me I wanna, wanna keep turnin' on, so excuse me, so excuse me So excuse me forgetting, Lord, these things I do You see, you see I've forgotten if they're green or blue, baby And anyway the things is, anyway the thing is, what I really mean Your are the sweetest eyes, the sweetest eyes The sweetest eyes I've ever seen I hoping you go back, go back and tell everybody that Billy Paul's got a song I'm, I'm gonna sit upon a, a rooftop and kick off my shoes I'm gonna write it, write it, write it I might come out with the Gospel, the Blues, the Jazz, the Rock and Roll I'm gonna, got to, got to write me a simple song for everybody because this is my song It may be quite, quite simple but that's how it's done I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind what I wrote down in words, words You come on back, you try to try again, try again Tell everybody that Billy Paul got a song It may be quite, quite simple but that's how it's done, baby I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind what I wrote down in words Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it Get back, get, got, oh, ho |
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| 4:24 |
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| 9. |
| 9:04 |
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Me and Mrs. Jones, we got a thing going on, We both know that it's wrong But it's much too strong to let it cool down now. We meet ev'ry day at the same cafe, Six-thirty I know she'll be there, Holding hands, making all kinds of plans While the jukebox plays our favorite song. Me and Mrs., Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones got a thing going on, We both know that it's wrong, But it's much too strong to let it cool down now. We gotta be extra careful that we don't build our hopes too high Cause she's got her own obligations and so do I, Me, me and Mrs., Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones got a thing going on, We both know that it's wrong, But it's much too strong to let it cool down now. Well, it's time for us to be leaving, Iit hurts so much, it hurts so much inside, Now she'll go her way and I'll go mine, But tomorrow we'll meet the same place, the same time. Me and Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones. |
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