Neffertiti out west in a stolen Limousine Twenty to her name And a walk you ain't never seen
She into number eight just a bottle in her hand An old radio wrapped up in it's And no particular
I watched her in the She blew me a little And said, "Hey baby, what's a boy you in a place like this?"
Then she said, "Well, I to be the one To have to give you the But this ain't nothin' But a one way to the blues"
she said, "Baby" She said, "Baby Baby, can you help me A soul on this old radio?"
And we can steal us a salvation If you got no else to go Oh baby, can you help me A soul station? I'm feeling low And if you use your, use your Baby, I dance jus' like Brigitte
I was sweepin' a floor 'Cross town to eight If my was ever comin' in It was dockin' late
Neffertiti was six nights At a club jut off the After work meet for breakfast I'd help her count up all her
She'd stuff money In my and say "Baby, go back Now you tryin' to prove Boy, in this all alone"
she said, "Well, I hate to be the one To have to you the news But this world ain't But a one way to the blues"
And we can steal us a little If you got no place to go Oh baby, can you help me A soul station? I'm feeling low And if you use your, use your Baby, I jus' like Brigitte Bardot
say, "Mamma must be worried Sick you" She'd make me home letters every every month or so
So I'd be there writing at her table And be dancin' to the Sweet music playin' on her radio
Mamma wants to you, rock you slow To the soul music on the radio
And we can us a little salvation If you got no else to go Oh baby, can you me find A soul station? I'm feeling low And if you use your, use 'magination Baby, I dance like Brigitte Bardot
Neffertiti came out west in a stolen