Dress It Up, Better Have It All

Writen by: Bob Dylan

Dress It Up, Better Have It All

Bob Dylan

"Oh, [?] feet and it hang, can´t you see?" I groan
She says, "Oh, what´s right." I said, "Jesus, don´t take it at all."
She´s a past-cold beauty, but she can´t light a cannonball

Now, down by the river she´s a-hop on her knees
And I holler to my baby, yelling, "Please, please, please!"
Oh, then I [?] her and doubt my chase at all
Now, no hoax [?] but it´s that pure soul, and it´s off the ball

Now, honey, I´m makin´ a hot to road
[?] to leaving, but it´s a heavy load
I said, "Oh, my babe. She don´t meet me no half at all."
Dress it up, best to [?] better have it all

(Oh, let’s shake it up)

Well, hot dog, goody me, settle on a trail
[?] apart my knees I can´t find my [?] find a nail
She [?] oh, bettеr hold mine up
Please, lеt´s go, an´ I hope it don´t interrupt

(Oh, do it again, now
One time for the Bozo and his dog
Hot skimmin’, jumpaway
Yay, yay, yay, yay)

I hope it come easy I hope it come hard
I hope [?] chicken
Open up it Henry, get that boy on home
[?] mama he´s all been gone too long

(And once again now
Oh, sounds so sweet)

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