Oh, it's a long time from May to December, heh
But the days grow short, can't you count 'em now
When you reach September
When the autumn weather turns, huh, get it hot
The leaves to flame
One hasn't got time for the waiting game
Hear me now, yeah
The days dwindle down to a precious few
September going up to November, hey hey hey, yeah
And these precious days, few, huh, I'll spend with you
Overnight, huh
These precious days, let me, let me
Let me spend with you
Come on, hey, swing on
Can you feel the groove? Hey hey hey hey
Baby, uh, dig the band
Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
Baby, run me, in a cold sweat
Days dwindle down to a precious few, heh
September, breaking up, November, hey hey, yeah
These precious days, a little while, I'll spend with you
Overnight
These precious days, yeah, I'll spend, I'll spend
I'll spend with you, yeah
Let me spend 'em, don't cut me short
Let me spend 'em
Woman, let me tell ya, tell you what I'll do
I'll put more glide in my stride
More gut in your strut
And don't dig it, and don't dig it
It can't be old, you got a hole in your soul
I put more glide in my stride
More gut in my strut
Uh, good stuff
I'm a mess, I'm a mess; baby, can you guess
Hey hey hey, yeah
I want the band, the band
To bring me, to bring me, to bring me up
To bring me up, bring me up, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bring me, bring me up
Let me be, let me, let me, let me, yeah
Come on, hey
I said my collar, I got to holler
I said my shoes, baby, give me the blues
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