Sugar Shack (Goldhouse Remix) - Beth Hart

Baby, you been gone a while I need you here to make me smile Baby, come back To the sugar shack Still got your thunder, it's on the wall Starting to wonder on when you'll call You know where I'm at In the sugar shack It ain't the same without you here I ain't ashamed of my salty tears Down by the water out in the wood You make it better You make it good This ain't no shelter, this ain't no home No kind a place to be alone Baby, come back To the sugar shack And I don't know how long I can keep holding on and on In the sugar shack Slipping through the cracks It will always bring you back She got you thinking you're safe with her She ain't as tasty as my sugar I'll take you back To the sugar shack You got me crawling across the floor You got me wanting more and more and more At the sugar shack It ain't the same without you here I ain't ashamed of my salty tears Down by the water out in the wood You make it better You make it good In the sugar shack Slipping through the cracks It will always bring you back In the sugar shack Slipping through the cracks It will always bring you back At the sugar shack Sugar shack, sugar sugar Sugar shack, sugar shack At the sugar shack (At the sugar shack) At the sugar shack At the sugar shack Sugar shack, sugar sugar Sugar shack, sugar shack At the sugar shack (It will always bring you back) At the sugar shack La la la la la La la la la la It will always bring you back

I stand here waiting for You to bang the gong To crash the critic saying Is it right or is it wrong? If only fame had an I.V. Baby could I bear Being away from you, I Found the vein, put it in here I live for the applause, applause, applause I live for the applause-plause Live for the applause-plause Live for he way that you cheer and scream for me The applause, applause, applause Give me that thing that I love I'll turn the lights out Put your hands up make 'em touch Make it real loud Give me that thing that I love I'll turn the lights out Put your hands up make 'em touch (Make it real loud) (Make it real loud) Put your hands up make 'em touch, touch (Make it real loud) Put your hands up make 'em touch, touch I've overheard your theory "Nostalgia's for geeks!" I guess sir, if you say so Some of us just like to read One second I'm a Koons then Suddenly the Koons is me Pop culture was in art now Art's in pop culture, in me! I live for the applause, applause, applause I live for the applause-plause Live for the applause-plause Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me The applause, applause, applause Give me that thing that I love (I'll turn the lights out) Put your hands up make 'em touch (Make it real loud) Give me that thing that I love (I'll turn the lights out) Put your hands up make 'em touch (Make it real loud) (Make it real loud) Put your hands up make 'em touch, touch (Make it real loud) Put your hands up make 'em touch, touch