Album: Delilah Blue
Neffertiti came out west in a stolen limousine
Twenty dollars to her name and a walk like you ain't never seen
She moved into number eight with just a bottle in her hand,
An old radio wrapped up in it's cord and no particular plan
I watched her in the hallway She blew me a little kiss
And said, "Hey, baby, what's a boy like you, doin' in a place like this?"
Then she said, "Well, I hate to be the one to have to give you the news,
But this world ain't nothin' but a one way ticket to the blues"
Chorus:
Then she said, "Baby," she said, "Baby
Baby, can you help me find a soul station on this old radio?
And we can steal us a little salvation if you got no place else to go
Oh, baby, can you help me find a soul station? I'm feeling kinda low
And if you use youruse your 'magination,
Baby, I dance jus' like Brigitte Bardot"
I was sweepin' a warehouse floor 'cross town midnight to eight
If my ship was ever comin' in, it sure was dockin' late
Neffertiti was dancin' six nights at a club jut off the strip
After work we'd meet for breakfast, I'd help her count up all her tips
She'd stuff some money in my pocket and say, "Baby, go back home
Now what you tryin' to prove, boy, in this city all alone
Then she said, "Well, I hate to be the one to have to give you the news,
But this world ain't nothin' but a one way ticket to the blues"
CHORUS
Spoken:
She'd say, "Mamma must be worried sick about you"
She'd make me send home letters every 'bout every month or so
So I'd be there writing at her kitchen table
And Neffertiti'd be dancin' to the sweet soul music playin' on her radio
"Mamma wants to rock you, rock you slow,
To the sweet soul music on the radio"
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Neffertiti came out west in a stolen limousine