All That I Got


Pedal to the metal, gotta rush – gotta speed
to my baby, she’s waitin’ – she’s got what I need.
Gonna race to her place, I’m jumpin’ the reds,
she’s hotter than my motor blows my cylinder head!

Her big blue eyes pleadin’: “Baby don’t stop”.
Her voice in my head “Give it all that you got”.

I’m givin’ all that I got. All that I got.
Baby hang on in there – I’m givin’ all that I got.

Shiftin’ up the gears, revvin’ hard – spinnin’ wheels
got to get to my baby – show her just how I feel.
No time for distractions, only time to refuel,
can’t keep my baby waitin’ that’s the number one rule.

PRE-CHORUS

I’m givin’ all that I got. All that I got.
Baby wait for me – I’m givin’ all that I got.

She called me – out of the blue,
and said she’s – all on her own.
Could I come around quick and be her comfort zone.
A steppin’ stone …

Twistin’ and a turnin’, down the country back lanes
not far to go now, when she calls me again.
“Why you takin’ so long? I hope you’re lis’nin’!
Don’t bother knockin’ honey,’cos I won’t let you in”.

I’m givin’ all that I got. All that I got.
But my baby don’t care – what I’ve got she don’t want.

©25.8.2015 Andrew Robert Chapman

“Why you takin’ so long? Better take this on the chin!
she can play fast and loose, oww, but she don’t play it cool
Twistin’ and a turnin’, down the country back lanes
not far to go now, another mark of Cain
Hear her voice fill my ears, “Baby where have you bin?”
Don’t bother knockin’ ‘cos she won’t let me in
But when she wakes tomorrow and she’ll ring me if want
Hear a sweet soft voice, says she’s jaded and tired / tired right now / changed her mind
she’s hotter than my motor when we jump into bed.


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