Written by: teena marie and doug grigsby Hey you, where are you going with that...
I ain't lyin' to you baby...i hope you don't refuse But i'm red hot...ready or...
Treat me sweet and gentle When you hold me tight Just squeeze me But please...
(monty criswell/michael white) I'm slippin' into slidell, the boys and me Take a left at...
When I see you walk on by, You do something to me. And every time...
His eyes are cold and restless His wounds have almost...
He followed her to work this morning He'd never seen...
We all came here for a party tonight And your...
Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays 'Cause...
Last time I saw her it was turnin' colder But...
Six o'clock on Friday evening Momma doesn' t know she's...
If your paycheck depends on The weather and the clock...
This ol' highway's getting longer Seems there ain't no end...
They packed up all his buckles And shipped his saddle...
A poor orphan girl named maria Was walking to market...