Black Is A Moocher lyrics
Black Is A Moocher
Kate
Black is a moocher
And I like it like that
Three-pocket-poocher
And I like it like that
I like him the way that he is’
He is no’innocent
And Christ. He’s guilty where it counts
I use him daily in increasin’ amounts
And I like it like that
Un-huh Un-huh Un-huh Un-huh
And I like it like that
Mmmhm mmmhm’
I like it like ‘
In the morning light when he rubs his beard
Then he touches me;
In the afternoon. when he draws my bath
Then undresses me:
Come round curtain time; when he spends my
Dough
Then he cheats on me;
Come the quarter-moon; when he drinks
Too much
Then he cries for me:
Breaking a stray in ain’t so hard;
Had ta teach him to play in my backyard
Black is a liar
And I like it like that
Thinks with his wire
And I like it like that
I’m in for the thrill of the kill’
If I can’t have him ‘
Then nobody will.
All
I need what I need
Kate
I need to feel his touch ‘
All
I need I need
Kate
I need to feel his sex ‘
All
I need to feel your sex
I need to hear your name
I need your fire
I need your breath
I need your lust
Lust!
Lust!
Lust!
(the various naked torsos and limbs of
The above couplings lie intertwined)
Last Update: January, 10th 2014