Slap Bang in the Middle Songtext

von Roger Chapman

Visualise a sister of swing
Sweet as a nut, pretty as sin
Pretty as sin, pretty as sin
Who tears me to pieces when the loving begins
The last time, she was so strong
Stung me so deep I'm stinging right to the bone
Right to the bone, right to the bone
But it cut me up evil to leave her alone
Stand up, fussing and fight
She's whispering 'Nice'
She's away, this house ain't no home
I stand at my window a figure of stome
Figure of stone, figure of stone
A victim of pleasure when the pleasure has gone
We're touching magic you and I know
We're lightening conductors, gypsies in soul
Gypsies in soul, gypsies in soul
Be so damn foolish to let it get hold
Stand up, fussing and fight
She's whispering 'Nice'
And I'm ready to fly
She taught me to rhumba - ballin'the jack
She put the thunder into my eyes, back in my act
She got me running ah, staying alive
She got me jumping, fussin' and fighting
And ready to fly