Now You Want My Love
Up in Harlem every saturday night
Were the highbrows get together, just to write
They all congregate at an allnite hack
What they do is ooh papa dah
Ol' Hannah Brown, way cross town
Gets full of corn and starts brining 'em down
And at the break of day
You can hear ol' Hannah say
Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me daddy, move right down
I feel just like I wanna clown
Give the piano player a drink
Because he's bringing me down
He's got rhythm, when he stomps his feet
He moves me right off to sleep
Check all yo
Unconscience
Sometimes I'm dirty, sometimes I'm clean
Sometime I talk in circles so I don't know what I mean
Although I am uncertain, one thing seems clear
I don't know very much, but I'm still glad to be here
Because I've got a conscience and he's got the same name
When it goes badly he gets the blame
When it goes good I get the acclaim
When I get hit he feels the pain
Weren't you before me or were in the past
You'll have to excuse me, I didn't think that this was going to last
Well, I heard the road that spirals down
Has been paved with the best intentions that can be found
I've got a conscience and he's got a name
When it goes badly he gets the blame
When it goes good I get the acclaim
When I get hit he feels the pain