I've got a friend that lives across the street He knows where your birthmark is baby And how many corns you have on your feet Ain't no way he could know this baby Unless you been doin me wrong It must be open house at my house baby Lord every time, every time that I'm gone
We went to church last Sunday We invited the preacher to our house He told you make the best fried chicken It just melts in your mouth Ain't no way he could know that baby Unless he's tasted it before It must be open house at my house baby Lord every time, every time I hit the door
My foreman lives in the neighbourhood And his yard is next to mine I noticed that fence is sagging baby Between his yard and mine Oh he must be coming pretty often baby Cos the trail is about two inches deep Don't try to tell me woman Don't try to tell me that he's been walkin in his sleep And one more thing I wanna say baby
I went down to the service station To fill up my car The man told me just how much money I had in my cookie jar Ain't no way he could know that baby Unless he's been dipping his fingers in my cookie jar Oh I know cos I've been told The whole neighbourhood's been dipping in my sugar bowl And one more thing I wanna tell you right here
I've got another friend But lives next door He knows what colour ? I've got And what kind of carpet I've got on my wall Ain't no way he could know that baby Lord he must've been walking barefoot on my rug You must be kissing the whole neighbourhood baby And lord knows how many people you've hugged
[Outro] Must be open house in my house baby Home just don't seem like home no doggone more Oh baby Home just don't seem like home no doggone more It must be open house at my house baby Every time, every time I hit the doorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
