Woorden: Roger Miller. Tomorrow Night In Baltimore.

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Her head rolls back and forth
Against the billows of her long black shiny hair
As she contemplates the ecstasy
Of some other love that now she wished was there

If she could only realise that the love i have could beckon her command
Instead of laughing endlessly and pushing back advances with her hands

Every night i see her leaves a nightmare of illusions when she's gone
And it leaves a longing feeling in a man with a pain that lingers on

The gaudy goodbye can't replace the girlish giggle of her sweet hello
But tonight i've made my crumbled mind up that i'll never ever let her go

Too many nights i've watched her tease
By shifting all her weight from hip to hip
And with her hands brush back the falling strands
That cover up her satin lips

She struts upon the stage and her fallen victims are calling out for more
But she leaves them stranded helplessly and exits to her dressing room door

Tonight i'm gonna take her, i've infiltrated past the guarded door
But she just hurries by me carrying all those scanty costumes that she wore

And she asks a sawed off cigar smoking cat if he would open up the door
Then she told him to load the baggage
Because they open tomorrow night in baltimore

God' if i have to crawl, i'm gonna be there tomorrow night in baltimore