Текст песни Spaceman - Live In New York City - Dave Matthews Band

Probably get it wrong as much as I get it right
But I got it right, woman when I caught your eye
What I remember most about that night is
I love the way you move, baby
And I love the way you smile

I like most liquor but I don't like gin
Don't always like the skin I'm in
But when I get it wrong, got a start again
But I love the way that you love me, baby
I love the way you move baby, you move, you see
I love the way you move, yeah, yeah
Oh yes I do, I do...
Yeah, yeah, yeah...

All the freaks are on parade
I want to fill my belly, so I got to get paid
Doesn't everybody deserve to have the good life?
But it don't always work out
Cry, cry, baby, if we must
But just remember, just remember

I love the way you love me, baby
Oh and I love the way you move

I'm not all bad, but I'm a faithful sinner
I might get lost, but I'll be home for dinner
If God don't like it, He will send me to Hell
But I love the way that you love me, baby
And I love the way you move, baby

Oh, oh, oh, oh, I prayed to Heaven to keep my place
And I looked in the mirror and saw the Devil's face
And I'd be a dog for a tail to chase
But I love the way that you love me, baby
I love the way you move, yeah, I love the way you move...

All the freaks are on parade
I want to fill my belly, so I got to get paid
Doesn't everybody deserve to have the good life?
But it don't always work out
Cry, cry, baby, if we must
But just remember, just remember
I love the way you love me, baby
And I love the way that you move

The bad days come when the good days gone
Working as hard as the day is long
See a working man works but when I get home
I love the way you eat me, baby
I love the way you move, baby
Oh and I love the way you smile

All the freaks are on parade
I want to fill my belly, so I got to get paid
Doesn't everybody deserve to have the good life?
But it don't always work out
Cry, cry, baby, if we must
But just remember, just remember

All the people are on parade
Thought I saw a spaceman try to get laid
Doesn't everybody deserve to have the good life?
But it don't always work out
Cry, cry, baby, if we must
But, oh, just remember, just remember
I love the way you love me, girl
And I love the way you move