Pulp Fiction
Son of a Preacher man
Billy Ray was a preacher's son
And when his daddy would visit he'd come along
When they gathered round an started talking
Cousin Billy would take me walking
Trough the backyard we'd go walking
Then he's look into my eyes
Lord knows to my suprise
The only one who could ever reach me
Was a son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was a son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was
Ooh yes he was
Being 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 me
Was a son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was a son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was
Ooh 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 me
Was a son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was a son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was
Ooh 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)