Tim Buckley

I went down to the meat rack tavern
And found myself a big ol healthy girl
Now she was drinkin alone
Aw what a waste of sin
So I went on over to sweet talk that girl
Lord I moved on in
Lord I whispered come on and move with me
Move with me move with me move with me darlin
Aw dont be shy
Im gonna mess witcha, mess witcha, mess witcha,
Mess witcha, mess witcha mind
Well, I dont care if you tell me youre married
Cause I can be your man when your husband aint home
Now if he should walk in you just tell him Im your houseboy
And that you just cant stand to sleep here alone...no more
I wanna move with you, move with you, move with you,