"Slide Off Of Your Satin Sheets" lyrics
"Slide Off Of Your Satin Sheets"
(originally by Johnny Paycheck)
What a beautiful mansion he built you
Splendor, Lord, you've got it wall to wall
And yet, with all of that, you're still not happy
'Cause every time he's gone, I get your call
Slide off your satin sheets
Slip into your long, soft mink
You know where to find my door
And I know what you're cryin' for
Slide off your satin sheets
And slip into your long, soft mink
You know where to find my door
And I know what you're cryin' for
Baby, you once told me I'd be good for nothin'
You said I couldn't live off dreams or crystal balls
Oh, his money buys you everything but my lovin'
Well, I guess I'm good for something after all
Slide off your satin sheets
Slip into your long, soft mink
You know where to find my door
And I know what you're cryin' for
Slide off your satin sheets
Slip into your long, soft mink
You know where to find my door
And I know what you're cryin' for
Slide off your satin sheets
Slip into your long, soft mink
You know where to find my door
And I know what you're cryin' for
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