She's Got The Devil In Her - Buddy Guy

You've got her in your pocket And there's no way out now Put it in the safe and lock it 'cause it's home sweet home Nobody ever told you that it was the wrong way To trick a woman, make her feel she did it her way And you'll be there if she ever feels blue And you'll be there when she finds someone new What to do Well you know You keep her in your pocket Where there's no way out now Put it in a safe a lock it 'cause it's home sweet home The smile on your face made her think she had the right one And she thought she was sure by the way you two could have fun But now she might leave like she's threatened before Grab hold of her fast before her feet leave the floor And she's out the door Cause you want to keep her in your pocket Where there's no way out now Put it in a safe and lock it cause it's home sweet home And in your own mind you know you're lucky just to know her And in the beginning all you wanted was to show her But now you're scared, you think she's running away You search in your hand for something clever to say Don't go away Cause I want to keep you in my pocket where there's no way out now Put it in a safe and lock it 'cause it's home sweet home Home sweet home

She's got her ticket I think she gonna use it I think she's going to fly away No-one should try and stop her Persuade her with their power She says that her mind is made up She's got her ticket I think she gonna use it I think she's going to fly away No-one should try and stop her Persuade her with their power She says that her mind is made up Why not leave why not go away Too much hatred Corruption and greed Give your life And invariably they leave you with nothing Young girl ain't got no chances No roots to keep her strong She's shed all pretenses That someday she'll belong Some folks call her a runaway A failure in the race But she knows where her ticket takes her She will find her place in the sun Why not leave why not go away Too much hatred Corruption and greed Give your life And invariably they leave you with nothing She's got her ticket I think she gonna use it I think she's going to fly away No-one should try and stop her Persuade her with their power She says that her mind is made up And she'll fly fly fly...

It might be your smile, 'cause it can change my day Blue eyes that chase my blues away It might be your touch That keeps me comin' back for more Her lovin' words that keep me goin' strong That heart of hers I hang my future on What it is, well, I can't say for sure It's just she's got this thing about her She's got this thing about her Like the magic in your favorite song You just can't put your finger on In her arms when we're all alone I get the feelin' that I've come back home She's got this thing about her She stops time when she moves through a room When she leaves she's always gone too soon I'm countin' down the minutes 'til she's back She's the love I've known eternally It always feels brand new to me I can't separate the fiction from the fact It's just she's got this thing about her She's got this thing about her Like a hymn in a cathedral hall Watchin' April snowflakes fall In her arms when we're all alone I get the feelin' that I've come back home She's got this thing about her Like a magic in your favorite song You just can't put your finger on She's got this thing about her

She was nine years old when I first met her She didn't dress like anyone When she ran in a race the boys couldn't catch her I stood back and let her run I used to walk her home after school Every chance that I could I'd say to her, "You're not like the other girls" And she'd say, "Good" She's got a mind of her own She don't care what they say They can tell her she won't But she will anyway She's got a mind of her own But her heart belongs to me The world turned and ten years later I was playin' in a band She was chasin' an education College boys beggin' for her hand I used to call her late at night Every chance that I could I'd say to her, "I can't get you out of my mind" And she'd say, "Good" She's got a mind of her own She don't care what they say They can tell her she won't But she will anyway She's got a mind of her own But her heart belongs to me Now, here we are, a few turns later She still don't dress like anyone People say she's got no limits I stand back and let her run 'Cause when the lights go out at night What we're feelin' is understood I'd say to her, "You're not like the other girls" And she says, "Good" She's got a mind of her own She don't care what they say They can tell her she won't But she will anyway She's got a mind of her own But her heart belongs to me They can tell her she won't But she will anyway She's got a mind of her own But her heart belongs to me She's got a mind of her own But her heart belongs to me Her heart belongs to me She's got a mind of her own But her heart belongs to me She's got a mind of her own Her heart belongs to me She's got a mind of her own But her heart belongs to me She's got a mind of her own

So we back in the club Get that bodies rocking from side to side (side to side) Thank God the week is done I feel like a zombie gone back to life (back to life) Hands up, and suddenly we all got our hands up No control of my body Ain't I seen you before? I think I remember those eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes 'Cause baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again Yeah, baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again So dance, dance, like it's the last, last night of your life, life Gonna get you right 'Cause baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again Keep downing drinks like there's no tomorrow there's just right now, now, now, now, now, now Gonna set the roof on fire Gonna burn this motherfucker down, down, down, down, down, down Hands up, when the music drops We both put our hands up Put your hands on my body Swear I seen you before I think I remember those eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes 'Cause baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again Yeah, baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again So dance, dance, like it's the last, last night of your life, life Gonna get you right 'Cause baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again Honey got me swishin' like a dreadlock She won't wrestle, but I got her in a headlock Yabba dabba doo, make her bed rock Mami on fire, psh, red hot Bada bing, bada boom Mr. Worldwide as I step in the room I'm a hustler, baby, but that you knew And tonight it's just me and you Tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again So let's go! So dance, dance, like it's the last, last night of your life, life Gonna get you right 'Cause baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again So dance, dance, like it's the last, last night of your life, life Gonna get you right 'Cause baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again

Louis: It seems today, that all you see is violence in movies, and sex on T. V. Peter: But where are those good old-fashioned values, on which we used to rely? Brian: It used to be, a big time star was elegant as Garbo, or Hedy Lamarr. Stewie: But now we get whores like Jenny Lopez, you want to curl up and die. Lucky theres a Family Guy. Lucky theres a man who positively can do all the things that make us- Stewie: Laugh and cry! Hes a Family Guy! Louis: When I was young, the songs were fair, with Mister Johnny Mathis, and Sonny and Cher. Peter: But now we get Justin Timber-homo. Louis: A heartache all gone awry! Brian: The classic films were works of arts, the images were graceful, the stories were smart. Stewie: But now we get Matrix Revolution, Im sorry I know this doesnt rhyme, but what the hell were you Wachowski Brothers thinking?! Lucky theres a family guy, lucky theres a fella, sweeter than vanilla, wholesome as a piece of- Stewie: Apple Pie! Hes a family guy! Lois: His smiles a simple delight. Chris: He lets me see the boobies on the internet sites. Lois: Peter! Meg: He bought me my cute little hat. Brian: Yeah we should have a talk about that. About that! And his hat! Brian: Hes mastered the comedy arts. Stewie: He says, Look out, Hiroshima! Then casually farts. (fart sound effect) Lois: Hes loaded with sexy appeal. Peter: And best of all my titties are real. Have a feel! Brian: No thank you. Stewie: I gave it the office. Lois: The Brady Bunch has got their Mike and pretty Laura Petrie has Dicky Van Dyke. But who around here could fill those loafers? But heres a happy reply. Lucky theres a family guy. Lucky theres a man who positively can do all the thing that make us- Stewie: Laugh and Cry! Hes a Family Guy! Hes a Family Guy!!! Lois: Oh My! Thank you very much! What a welcome. Peter: I am gunna buy each and every one of you a beer after the show. Whoa, whoa, whoa! Im kidding for Christs sake, Im not serious. Thats expensive! Look, just the fact that I came up with the idea should tell you Im generous; I shouldnt actually have to spend any money. Meg: Uh, can we turn the spotlight down a bit? Brian: Yeah, it is a little bright. Stewie: You know Brian, I- I just noticed something. With that light shining on you from that angle, you look a lot like Jamie Farr. Brian: Yeah, youve told me that before and uh, its interesting, because Im thinking you look a lot like Britney Spears. Stewie: Really?! How so? Brian: Well, you- you got that thing going on with your eyes like Britney does. You know where You know how her eyes are just like a hair too far apart? Uh, a- a- almost like there was some immediate post-birth surgery that should have been done but it was the south, so they didnt have the medical technology. Stewie: Oh, I see. Chris: Mom! Lois: Yes honey? Chris: I have a wedgie. Lois: Chris, honey, wait until the intermission. Then you can fix it. Peter: Well, we got a lot of fun stuff lined up here tonight. We got music, we got comedy, we got behind the scenes crap from the show. Lois: Thats right! For example, not a lot of people know this, but in one episode of the show there was a flashback of Brian when he was a puppy. Now, they couldnt find a puppy who looked enough like him, so they actually built a dog suit for the scene, and the actor of inside the suit was Raven- Symoné, who was Olivia on the Cosby show. Brian: Fascinating bit of trivia. Peter: All right, okay, I got one for ya. You know the sound stage where we shoot Family Guy is the same stage where they shot the Golden Girls back in the 80s, right? Now one of the stage hands was telling me a- a pretty intense story. I guess there was one night when they were all ready to shoot, and uh, the audience was waiting. And uh, nobody could find Bea Arthur. So everybodys freaking out and uh, then one of the producers runs in and says Cancel the show tonight. Bea Arthurs in jail! Lois: Oh My God! Peter: Yeah. Apparently she had a little too much to drink before the show and uh, they found her standing on the street corner, exposing her penis to traffic. Brian: Oh My God! Meg: Ew! Thats Disgusting! Peter: Can you believe that? Brian: Wait a minute. How the hell can Bea Arthur have a penis? Peter: Eh, special permit. Stewie: I say, what is it with these actors? Theyre perfectly normal people in civilian life and then they come out to Hollywood and just go fucking berserk. Brian: You gotta watch your language, kid. Stewie: Oh, its a record album for Gods sake. Lets cut loose a bit. Chris: Nipples! Hehe. Stewie: Perfect example. Although I must say I am amazed at the language you can get away with on television these days. I- I was watching Law and Order the other night and I swear to god, I heard someone use the word balls. And I thought to myself, My God, that- that Dick Wolf just does whatever he damn well pleases, doesnt he? Bringing words like balls into Americas living rooms. I wonder how hed like it if I just walked into his living room a- and use the word balls. Brian: Uh I think that would be breaking and entering. Lois: You know, I am so glad they allowed us to bring Stewie this evening. The last show we did we had to leave him at home. They didnt allow babies in the theater. Brian: Well of course. People wanted to be able to enjoy the show Stewie: I am a show you lack-witted beetle head! Ugh! Oh what a night that was. My babysitter was a total bitch. Lois: Stewie! Thats very rude. Especially since your babysitter is here tonight. Ladies and gentlemen, Ms. Hailey Duff. Hailey Duff: Hi Mr. And Mrs. Griffin Peter: Howre ya, sweetheart? Lois: So was it really that bad babysitting Stewie? Hailey Duff: You want the truth? Well, okay. So after you and Peter left for dinner, I- No. Wait a minute. Lets tell this story right. Please.