Deanna

O deannaO deanna!O deannaSweet deanna!O deannaYou know you are my friend, yeahO deannaAnd ı ain't down here for your moneyI ain't down here for your loveI ain't down here for your love or moneyI'm down here for your soulNo carpet on the floorAnd the winding cloth holds many mothsAround your ku klux furnitureI cum of death-head in your frockWe discuss the murder planWe discuss murder and the murder actMurder takes the wheel of your cadillacAnd death climbs in the backO deannaThis is a carO deannaThis is a gunO deannaAnd this a day number oneO deannaOur little crimeworn historiesBlack and smoking christmas treesAnd honey, it ain't mysteryWhy you're a mystery to meWe will eat out of their pantriesAnd their parloursAshy leaving in their bedsAnd we'll unload into their headsOn this mean seasonThis little angel that ı squeezinshe ain't been mean to meO deannaO deanna!O deannaYou are my friend and my partnerO deannaOn this house on the hillO deannaAnd ı ain't down here for your moneyI ain't down here for your loveI ain't down here for your love or moneyI'm down here for your soulO deannaI am a-knockingO deannaWith my toolbox and my stockingO deannaAnd ı'll meet you on the cornerO deannaYes, you point it like a fingerO deannaAnd squeeze its little thingO deannaFeel its kick, hear its bangAnd let no worry about its issueDon't worry about where its beenAnd don't worry about where it hitsCause it just ain't yours to sinO deannaNo it just ain't your to sinO deannaSweet deannaO deannaAnd we ain't getting any youngerO deannaAnd ı don't intend gettin' any olderO deannaThe sun a hump at my shoulderO deannaO deanna!O deannaSweet deannaO deannaAnd ı ain't down here for your moneyI ain't down here for your loveI ain't down here for your love of moneyI'm down here for your soul