(originally by Rosco Gordon)
I start a conversation and my mind goes blank
Well ask my name I can't even think
I'm sure not hungry when it's time to eat
My pants is on backwards, shoes on the wrong feet
That's what you do to me, that's what you do to me
I don't care what you call it, that's what you do to me
Well some say it's luck, others say it's a curse
And many people tell me I'm living in reverse
I use oil on my face and powder in my hair
I'm a stained jacket man but I just don't care
That's what you do to me, that's what you do to me
I don't care what you call it, that's what you do to me
Well here and there, I've travelled everywhere
But I've never been able to find this feeling so rare
Up and down and all around
I can get this crazy, crazy, crazy feeling when you're 'round
That's what you do to me, that's what you do to me
I don't care what you call it, that's what you do to me
Well here and there, I've travelled everywhere
Well here and there, I've travelled everywhere
That's what you o to me...
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