Michael Bloomfield - I Wanna Be Your Lover Lyrics
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I Wanna Be Your Lover
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What Are The Lyrics For I Wanna Be Your Lover By Michael Bloomfield?
Well, the rainman comes with his magic wand
But the judge says, "Mona can't have no bond" The walls collide, Mona cries And the rain man leaves in the wolf man's disguise I want to be your lover, baby, I want to be your man I want to be your lover, baby I don't want to be hers, I want to be yours Now, the undertaker in his midnight suit Says to the masked man, "ain't you cute!" Madman he gets up on the shelf And he says, "you ain't so bad yourself" I want to be your lover, baby, I want to be your man I want to be your lover, baby I don't want to be hers, I want to be yours Well, Jumpin' Judy can't go no higher She got bullets in her eyes, and they fire Rasputin he's so dignified He touched the back of her head an' he died I want to be your lover, baby, I want to be your man I want to be your lover, baby I don't want to be hers, I want to be yours Well, Phaedra with her looking glass When she lays upon the grass She gets all messed up, she faints That's 'cause she's so obvious and you ain't I want to be your lover, baby, I want to be your man I want to be your lover, baby, I don't want to be hers, I want to be yours |
Who Wrote I Wanna Be Your Lover By Michael Bloomfield?
Bob Dylan
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What's The Duration Of The I Wanna Be Your Lover By Michael Bloomfield?The duration of I Wanna Be Your Lover is 3:34 minutes and seconds. |
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