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• Artiste: Pulp Fiction
• Titre: Preacher Man
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Pulp FictionSon of a Preacher manBilly Ray was a preacher´s sonAnd when his daddy would visit he´d come alongWhen they gathered round an started talkingCousin Billy would take me walkingTrough the backyard we´d go walkingThen he´s look into my eyesLord knows to my supriseThe only one who could ever reach meWas a son of a preacher manThe only boy who could ever teach meWas a son of a preacher manYes he was, he wasOoh yes he wasBeing good isn´t always easy,No matter how hard I tried,When he started sweet takling to me,He´d come and tell me everthing is allright,He´d kiss and tell me everthing is allright,Can I get away tonight?The only one who could ever reach meWas a son of a preacher manThe only boy who could ever teach meWas a son of a preacher manYes he was, he wasOoh yes he was(yes he was)How well I remember,The look that was in his eyes,Stealing kisses from me on the sly,Taking time to make time,Telling me that he´s all mine,Learning from each others knowing,Looking to see how much we´d grown.The only one who could ever reach meWas a son of a preacher manThe only boy who could ever teach meWas a son of a preacher manYes he was, he wasOoh yes he was(the only one who could ever reach me)He was a sweet talking of a preacher man(the only boy who could ever teach me)I guess he was a son of a preacher man(the only one who could ever reach me)Sweet talking son of a preacher man/the only one who could ever reach me, was a son of a preacher man)(the only one who could ever reach me was a son of a preacher man)