Roberta Flack - Reverend Lee Lyrics
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Reverend Lee
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What Are The Lyrics For Reverend Lee By Roberta Flack?
This is a song about a very big, black, strong,
Sexy southern baptist minister, Who thinks that he's got his program all together Until he runs up against a lady Who shows him that he ain't got it all together. His name is Rev. Doctor Lee Rev. Lee, he went to the water, And he prayed to the lord about ol' Satan's daughter. It seems in a dream, child, While he lay sleeping, She climbed in his bed, Starts rubbing and weeping. Oh she was twisting and turning, She was beggin' and pleading, Loving burning, Panting and breathing, Rev. Lee she said, "oh lord knows I love you child, I will not even place God above you." Rev. Lee he lifted his arms high, Said "heavenly father, take me home to the sky." He said "lord please don't test me, Not down where she touched me oh, My mind is so hazy lord my body is hungry, Oh yeah" God rolled a thunder then a bolt of lighting he seemed to be angry, Oh sure was frightening, The thunder grew louder louder, Dark and conditions just then a voice said "God can not petitioned" Just then the devil emerged from the water And he said in a dry voice "Your God will not barter." Reverend Lee ran screaming from the water, He was hotly persude by old Satan's daughter, "Rev. Lee" she said Rev. Lee, Rev. Lee, Oh do it to me, Rev. Lee, Do it to me, Rev. Lee do it to me...." |
Who Wrote Reverend Lee By Roberta Flack?
Eugene Mcdaniels
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What's The Duration Of The Reverend Lee By Roberta Flack?The duration of Reverend Lee is 4:31 minutes and seconds. |
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