Ebony Eyes - Jamie Scott

Ebony eyes, like desire

They waitin' for me to come home

Then she walks

In her high heels in my direction

In your hand I see you’re drinkin whiskey

Your inhibitions hit the floor

And your lips begin to move

This is what I’ve been waitin for

You ain’t got to say the words to me

At all

You ain’t got to say the words to me

At all

This charge you walts so easily darling

The men, me, should’ve known

Now I stay

And watch my soul, departin

Cause in your eyes I see the burning fire

And you don’t need no other flame

No other flame, no, no.

They’re probably gone

I bet tomorrow you don’t even know my name

You don’t got to say the words to me

At all, at all