most
ain’t got no freedom some have
just enough we are all prisoners
here of our own devices me
I need an outside woman
someone who won’t steal my clothes I don’t want to play house just give me something pure I only want the medicine I don’t expect a cure so if she saw my pain she’d just spoon me out a dose so wrap me up in clover stick me in a brown paper bag we’ll know the party’s over when the hours begin to drag
