Sick Man - Brown Shoe

I could be your black man

As black as the night would allow

Locked up in the garrison of our lovers grip few fortunes could strip

Swimming on our boat on an ocean of lust

Touching tongues we can’t trust

Is it too much to bear

Lets go under water where there’s no air

I could sing you lullabies if you stop shakin' in bed

If you nurse the needle you thread

I’ll keep my tie on if you take your dress off