Sweet Talking Hippie - Blues Traveler

Sweet talking hippie

Cross your killing floor

Gonna come a little closer

Cause you know I want more

Don’t run off

Don’t you be afraid of me

You know you are what you made you baby

I am what I try to be

You know I need your love

And I could use your money

And if you ain’t got a dime

We’ll sell tickets, honey

You know we need each other, baby

Like a diamond and a ring

Now settle back, woman

And watch me do my thing

Just a little bit closer, it’s all right

A little bit closer, closer now, closer now, closer now

Closer now, closer now, it’s all right, it's all right

«Come into my apartment»

Said the spider to the fly

Why would you wanna stick that thing in my heart?

Huh, oh well, good-bye

Sweet talking hippie

Cross your killing floor

Gonna come a little closer

Cause you know I want more

That’s all I am, that’s all I am

You know that’s all I am, that’s all I am

I’m alone

I’m alone

Thank you