Barber Version 2025

These juke joints are always full of happy Crowds. A tipsy wind is driving herd of Tipsy clouds. I'm so tired, I lose my fire and cannot find it. Baby, baby, erase my mind. I feel your gaze at corners of each stop. Come here. I like your face, But I'm not for you, my dear. I'm a fist brain, And since I cannot love again. Baby, baby, cut to my veins. These juke joints are always full of pretty Girls. But I can't stare at those who crawl upon Their own. You leave my bed. You make me shake it hard and mad. Baby, baby, Touch of my hand. You leave my bed. You make me shake it hard and mad. Baby, baby, touch of my hand. Whoa. You leave my bed. You make me shake it hard and mad. Baby, baby, Touch of my hand. Touch my hand. You leave my bed. You make me shake it hard and mad. Baby, baby, baby, Touch of my hand. Whoa. Baby, baby, baby, touch of my hand.