Trick Bag Lyrics by Robert Palmer
Twelve o’ clock at night, you walk out the door
You told me baby you were going to the drugstore
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Twelve o’ clock at night, you walk out the door
You told me baby you were going to the drugstore
When I come home in the evening
I wanna have my dinner hot
Hey girl, you sit there pining
Inside you feel you’re dying and the world doesn’t care
Back here baby
Back in my arms girl
Tell me I’m not dreaming
Tell me I’m not dreaming
Well, my hands are shaky and my knees are weak
I can’t seem to stand on my own two feet
Da da da da da da…
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
If Im not mistaken, my whole universe was shaken
When I fell for you ‘coz all the stars collided
Daughter
Mama, mama please talk to your daughter bout me