Woman In the Wall - The Beautiful South

Let's go baby to the hole in the wall I've had my best time y'all at the hole in the wall 3 o'clock in the morning All the damn clubs are closed I went to this place y'all I didn't want anyone to know I walked into the room Had my nose in the air It's 7 in the morning And I'm still in there Let's go baby to the hole in the wall I've had my best time y'all at the hole in the wall I took my high class woman With me the next night She didn't want to get out of the car She said it didn't look right She walked into the room With her nose in the air It's 7 in the morning y'all She's still in there Smoke filled room Whiskey and chicken wings People dancin' and drinkin' And no one wants to leave Let's go baby to the hole in the wall I've had my best time y'all at the hole in the wall Smoke filled room Whiskey and chicken wings People dancin' and drinkin' And no one wants to leave Let's go baby to the hole in the wall I've had my best time y'all at the hole in the wall I wanna go baby, can we go To the hole in the wall I know y'all a lot of y'all heard of that before It's like all time of night you can hang out all night long And I wanna go back to the hole in the wall Somebody go with me Let's go baby to the hole in the wall I've had my best time y'all at the hole in the wall 3 o'clock in the morning All the damn clubs are closed I went to this place y'all I didn't want anyone to know I walked into the room Had my nose in the air It's 7 in the morning And I'm still in there Let's go baby to the hole in the wall I've had my best time y'all at the hole in the wall Let's go baby to the hole in the wall I've had my best time y'all at the hole in the wall

Sweetly takin' his time Drinkin' on a straight rye Chasin' it with red wine Heavy on his troubled mind Sweetly takin' his time Tryin' to make it all right Thinkin' on a woman Thinkin' on a woman He's tunin' up the CB Can anybody hear me? 'Cause I'm headin' down the Number 3 I got deadlines to meet Tunin' up his CB Hopin' it will free me Thinkin' on a woman Thinkin' on that woman He's been singin' sad songs Thinkin' how she's long gone He's treatin' those that love him wrong He's ornery as the night is long He's been singin' sad songs Thinkin' how she's long gone Thinkin' on that woman Thinkin' on that woman Burnin' up the midnight oil Special brand of big-rig toil It's enough to make your blood boil These mountain roads'll prove my foil Burnin' up the midnight oil Gonna shuffle off this mortal coil Thinkin' on a woman Thinkin' on a woman

The woman in you brings out The man in me It's the woman in you And the finer parts of your anatomy But baby sharper than a knife Help me to know you Show me the night to satisfy A sinner with the flash of an eye There'll never be another me I never knew love could wind me up I don't do my stuff "Till you go walkin' by And maybe old enough to try I never knew anyone in between The devil and the angel All in one and maybe old Enough that I can ride Your love let me burn Let me slide down to your soul You can pull me in You can push me out But your baby needs love Somebody to hold Show me what to do The woman in you brings out The man in me It's the woman in you And the finer parts of your anatomy But baby, stronger than the wind burn In the fire out of the night I'll teach you how to tremble If you give me the night There'll never be enough to me I never knew I could find the best But searchin' out the rest there Is no doubt and maybe we can Sweat it out I never knew we could find A way this crazy situation Over me and we forget about The world outside My love in your eyes There's no world There is no time You can hold me in You can throw me down But your baby needs love Somebody to hold Show me what to do The woman in you brings out The man in me It's the woman in you And the finer parts of your anatomy But baby, stronger than the wind burn In the fire out of the night I'll teach you how to tremble If you give me the right There'll never be enough to me The woman in you brings out The man in me It's the woman in you And the finer parts of your anatomy The woman in you brings out The man in me It's the woman in you And the finer parts of your anatomy The woman in you brings out The man in me It's the woman in you And the finer parts of your anatomy

They could be fat or could be thin They could be black, they could be white Tell me who is knocking at the Knocking shop door tonight Not much a girl can do but open or close Those things are above doors Not much legs can do but open or close Those things are above us whores So imagine a mirror Bigger than the room it was placed in Imagine my wish for a future that cannot hold my wish Imagine the want to hold a rod that cannot hold the fish Imagine a rod that cannot hold the fish They could be lonely or could be bust They could be tack, they could be real They do have feelings, but just right now I feel A feminine receptacle, that's just what I am Those things are above us whores Just the best target practice, for a misguided man Those things are above us whores So imagine a mirror Bigger than the room it was placed in Imagine my wish for a future that cannot hold my wish Imagine the want to hold a rod that cannot hold the fish Imagine a rod that cannot hold the fish (Not much a girl can do) la la, la la (But open or close) ooh, la la la, la la la (Not much legs can do) da la (But open or close) Those things are above us whores (Not much a girl can do but open or close) Whores, whores, whores, whores (Not much legs can do but open or close) Those things are above us whores (Not much a girl can do but open or close)

(Ramones) They're forming in straight line They're going through a tight wind The kids are losing their minds The Blitzkrieg Bop They're piling in the back seat They're generating steam heat Pulsating to the back beat The Blitzkrieg Bop Hey ho, let's go Shoot 'em in the back now What they want, I don't know They're all reved up and ready to go They're forming in a straight line They're going through a tight wind The kids are losing their minds The Blitzkrieg Bop They're piling in the back seat They're generating steam heat Pulsating to the back beat The Blitzkrieg Bop Hey ho, let's go Shoot 'em in the back now What they want, I don't know They're all reved up and ready to go They're forming in a straight line They're going through a tight wind The kids are losing their minds The Blitzkrieg Bop They're piling in the back seat They're generating steam heat Pulsating to the back beat The Blitzkrieg Bop Hey ho, let's go Shoot 'em in the back now What they want, I don't know They're all reved up and ready to go The Blitzkrieg Bop The Blitzkrieg Bop The Blitzkrieg Bop

Everybody's talking at me I can't hear a word they're saying Only the echoes of my mind People stopping, staring I can't see their faces Only the shadows of their eyes I'm going where the sun keeps shining Through the pouring rain Going where the weather Suits my clothes Backing off of the Northeast wind And sailing on the summer breeze Tripping over the ocean Like a stone Oh, oh, whoa-oh Whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh oh, oh-oh Oh, oh la-la la I'm going where the sun keeps shining Through the pouring rain Going where the weather Suits my clothes Backing off of the Northeast wind And sailing on the summer breeze Jumping over the ocean Like a stone (like a stone) Everybody's talking at me Ooh, ooh ooh-ooh ooh-ooh Whoa, whoa, whoa Hey Da, da, da

(Heaton/Rotheray) Like the contents of your handbag You don't know why it's there People ask you where you're heading You just answer "anywhere" We don't mean to be this vague It just happens that we are No-one asked us to elaborate We just shrug our shoulders and be And like the stories that just happened No-one thought of, no-one planned We could have ruled, we could have conquered Then we could have been a man We could be ex-husband We could be ex-wife But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life Alone, alone Half an hour is seven hours One day is several months Alone, alone A month is a calendar A year can be a decade spent Alone He knows "hello" in eighteen languages "I love you" in only one By the time he's got his phrase-book The chance is usually gone And we feel ourselves quite prepared But quite prepared for what We always took the lead Before we actually knew the plot And you can tell where we've been shopping By the bags beneath our eyes Make-up shoulders burden But the smile never lies We could be ex-husband We could be ex-wife But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life Alone, alone Half an hour is seven hours One day is several months Alone, alone A month is a calendar A year can be a decade spent Alone So empty at the airport You don't set off the doors We used to feel like chorus girls And now we feel like whores Hearts built like reservoirs Words built like dams Thoughts built like juggernauts Our actions built like prams And when the wind blows into our face We should be warmer and not colder Well, what price the charges On this cargo that we shoulder We could be ex-husband We could be ex-wife But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life Alone, alone Half an hour is seven hours One day is several months Alone, alone A month is a calendar A year can be a decade spent Alone And we only smoke when bored So we do two packs a day And we've lost the difference Between bored and lonely anyway