New York Dolls - Streetcake Lyrics
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Streetcake
Streetcake Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Streetcake By New York Dolls?
Let me be your streetcake 'til your bread man come
I'll give you more sugar than the bread man done Let me tell you how sweet I feel Like Mitch Ratter in the Detroit wheels Ain't gonna be Marie Antoinette I love you better than that old bat can 'cause I'm so full of love and romance Every time a guitar plays It's alright baby I love your sexy ways Let me be your streetcake 'til your bread man come Give you more sugar than the bread man done I'm so sweet like the new york dolls Mirror like a jello like Marlow Cassard Give you more sugar than the bread man done All he ever give you is a cracker crumb If he didn't hit me with a back beat Be known a big bass drum Meet me on south street Let's get some cooking done And let me be your streetcake 'til your bread man come Give you more sugar than the bread man done yeah Look like your bread man ain't gonna show He done took off with all of the dough I'll be your daddy rockin' strong Like a swingin' oldie diablo song And let me be your streetcake 'til your bread man come Give you more sugar than the bread man done Play my devil music it sounds like hell I like tommy james and the shondells I'm so sweet I'm angel crew All your bread dude ever do is brood Let me be your streetcake 'til your bread man come Let me be your streetcake 'til your bread man come |
Who Wrote Streetcake By New York Dolls?
David Johansen, Sylvain Mizrahi
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What's The Duration Of The Streetcake By New York Dolls?The duration of Streetcake is 3:18 minutes and seconds. |
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