Spoonful Songtext
von Etta James

Say, man
So what we gonna do now
Spoonfull, man
That"e what I′m talking about

One, two, three

Could be a spoonful of diamonds
Could be a spoonful of gold
Just a little spoon ot your precious love
Will satisfy my soul

Men lies about it
Some of them cry about it
Some of them die about it
Everything fight about spoonfull
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful

Could be a spoonful of coffee
Could be a spoonful of tea
But a little spoon of your precious love
Is good enough for me


Men lies about it
Some of them cry about it
Some of them die about it
Everybody fight about spoonfull
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful

Could be a spoonful of water
Save from the desert sand
But one spoon of them forty five
Save you from another man

Men lies about it
Some of them cry about it
Some of them die about it
Everybody fight about spoonfull
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful

That spoonfull
Spoonfull

Men lie about it
Some of them cry about it
They even die about it
Everybody fight about spoon
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful


Men lies about it
Some of them cries about it
Some of them die about it
Everybody fight about spoonfull
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful

That spoonfull
Spoonfull