Listen to You song with lyrics from Bill Withers

You

Bill Withers25 Oct 2010

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You - Bill Withers

 

You want to take me to a doctor

 

To talk to me about my mind

 

To try to give directions to some places

 

That I don't really want to find

 

Trouble in me is not related

 

To things that I might say or do

 

I'm really not that complicated

 

Your good doctor friend

He oughta talk to you

 

I notice that he can't remember

 

Things that he never should forget

 

And why does he spend his evenings

Smoking them funny cigarettes

 

I have a friend that knows your best friend

 

He goes some places where she goes

 

He said he saw y'all at a party

 

Sniffing white powder up your nose

 

You got the nerve to call me narrow-minded

 

'Cause I'm not loose and indiscreet

 

But people lying down always get blinded

 

By people standing on their own two feet

 

Life is just a shadow

 

That I just can't seem to find sometimes

 

But I guess I'll make it

 

'Cause I found out that it's really in my mind

 

Really in my mind

 

You shouldn't take it too seriously

'Cause it really ain't gon' last too long

 

It really ain't gon' last too long

 

You really only got two choices

You can lay down and be weak

 

Or you can stand up where you're at

And still be strong

 

Stand up and still be strong

 

Tomorrow depends too much on today

 

And yesterday

 

All that gentleman is to you is gone

 

All is to you is gone

 

All you find out looking back

Is the fact that both of us was wrong

 

Both of us was wrong

 

You're talking right to me

But you really ain't saying a thang

 

You're pouring muddy water on me

Trying to convince me it's rain

 

You're talking to me crazy

But you're trying to make me feel insane

 

Make me feel insane

 

You're like a Sunday family

Digging animals in a zoo

 

But while you're looking at monkeys

Monkey's looking dead at you

 

Two people getting done

Trying to figure out who's doing who

 

If you're throwing dirt at people

You got to get some dirt on you

 

I got to take a tone of lies

Just to get an ounce of truth from you

 

You're like a man loving Jesus

That says he can't stand a Jew

 

Get on down and play the dozens

Talk about four folks

From your mamma to your cousins

You down there

You know what I'm talking 'bout

 

You down there

You know what I'm talking 'bout

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***