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• Artiste: Benjy Davis
• Titre: Like This
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Hey, pretty mama, I can smell the gumbo Sweet as taste of honeysuckle on my lips Good god almighty, I can hear the trombone Every heart oughta beat to a rhythm like this Girl, you as pretty as a Sunday morning Standing on the corner of Carondelet What you say we make our way up to Bourbon? A couple hurricanes and a hand grenade And get blown away, let the chips fall where they may If it’s all the same, what you say, bon temps rouler {let the good times roll} Hey, pretty mama, I can smell the gumbo Sweet as taste of honeysuckle on my lips Good god almighty, I can hear the trombone Every heart oughta beat to a rhythm like this Come a little closer, honey, let me hold you Nothing tastes better than a bourbon kiss You could be the flower on my magnolia Every heart oughta beat to a rhythm like this Like this, like this, mmm Ain’t worried bout the heat or police on horses Beads raining down from the balcony Hazy from the rum and dizzy from the dancing Spilling our drinks in the middle of the street We got bills and hell to pay but they ain’t getting theirs today I just watched them sink, bottom of the Ponchartrain Hey, pretty mama, I can smell the gumbo Sweet as taste of honeysuckle on my lips Good god almighty, I can hear the trombone Every heart oughta beat to a rhythm like this Come a little closer, honey, let me hold you Nothing tastes better than a bourbon kiss You could be the flower on my magnolia Every heart oughta beat to a rhythm like this Like this, like this, mmm I'll be your dancing man if you’ll be my queen And we'll get away with everything The prettiest girl I ever seen And you don’t even know my name Hey, pretty mama, I can smell the gumbo Sweet as taste of honeysuckle on my lips Good god almighty, I can hear the trombone Every heart oughta beat to a rhythm like this Come a little closer, honey, let me hold you Nothing tastes better than a bourbon kiss You could be the flower on my magnolia Every heart oughta beat to a rhythm like this Like this, yeah, like this, mmm Like this, hey...