Letra Desperate Black 47

Desperate

The Brooklyn girls, they make me desperate
The London girls, they make me desperate
The Irish girls, they make me desperate
Jamaican girls make me desperate

Desperate, I'm desperate
Why won't you hold me
Desperate, I'm desperate
For the next moment

Desperate, I'm desperate
I feel so lonely
Desperate, I'm desperate
For the next moment

Go to the church but the preacher he just preach at me
Go to the club but the women all ignore me
Want a relationship, I want to have a family
I schizophrenic, paranoid, tell me what is wrong with me

Desperate, I'm desperate
Why won't you hold me
Desperate, desperate
For the next moment

Desperate, I'm desperate
I feel so lonely
Desperate, I'm desperate
For the next moment

Go for a job but they don't like the look of me
Say, "Grow some hair, this is not 1970."
Want Rosie O'Donnell, she think I'm too kinky
She don't like perverts, why ain't I a yuppy

Desperate, I'm desperate
Why won't you hold me
Desperate, I'm desperate
For the next moment

Desperate, I'm desperate
I feel so lonely
Desperate, I'm desperate
For the next moment

All of these things that I say
Are just so many ways that I use
To get through to you
I'm just crazy without you and

Desperate, I'm desperate
Why won't you hold me
Desperate, desperate
For the next moment

Desperate, I'm desperate
I feel so lonely
Desperate, desperate
For the next moment

So desperate for Freddie's black trombone
Oh, you don't know what he does with that trombone
Late at night in the van on the way home from a gig

Desperate you make me jump around
I reach up to the sky and take it off the ground
Desperate, you make me dance and sing
Oh come on to me, baby, and do the right thing

The Brooklyn girls make me desperate
The London girls make me desperate
The Irish girls make me desperate
Jamaican girls make me desperate
Desperate