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Old 12-01-1999, 05:25 AM   #8
loveandmaplesyrup
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Florian:
Here's the words for "Betty Called Me In": I hope I'm right. If anyone hears them differently, please post.

Betty Jo, you made it plain
When first you held me near.
Even though you caused me pain,
You were all the world to me.

We made love; we had so much fun.
Many fine times went by us.
Now it's all so hazy
And a little bit crazy.

Betty Jo, my heart's on fire;
I don't need this crying.
The next time you see me,
The back seat of a taxi's where I'll be.

Betty called me in to say goodnight,
Much to my relief and pure delight.
I think that was my big love scene;
I do believe her engine run all right.

Betty said: get ready, the time has come.
I was young and the good life had begun.
And with the dawn the child in me was gone,
But it made a man out of me that night.

Betty made my clothes and sewed my jeans.
Listened to my songs and foolish schemes.
I think the way she got to me
Was aimed like a laser beam right to the soul

Betty, my true love, do what you do tonight.
Where she goes, I hope she knows she's right.
The worst demand and the best of times --
She was never the kind to kick and bitch and
fight.

Betty called me in to say goodnight,
Much to my relief and pure delight.
And with the dawn the child in me was gone,
But it made a man out of me that night.

I think it was my big love scene.
I do believe her engine run all right.


(Kind of brings Cathy Smith to mind, doesn't it? She was the one who embroidered his clothes and sewed all the studs and sequins on his denim shirts and bell-bottoms in those days. And the song was recorded in 1976 which would have been around the right time. Of course, the "kicking and bitching and fighting" line may be a little off. She was a bit of a "wildcat" as I understand. Anyway ... it's something to think about ...)

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