Ron Wood

Let me tell you 'bout someone who's no pleasure to meet You wouldn't offer her a back seat Just 'cause her father's a vicar who is full of pulpit There is no one sicker, spells S.H. one T. Well she looks real cute when she puts in the boot A night ti

Could be a spoonful of diamonds Could be a spoonful of gold Just a little spoon of your precious love Will satisfied my soul Men lies about it Some of them cries about it Some of them dies about it Everybody's fighting about spoonful That spoon, that

In the Morning Don't Say You Love Me Cause I'll Only Kick You Out of the Door I Know Your Name Is Rita 'cause Your Perfume Smell Is Sweeter Since When I Saw You Down On the Floor Won't Need to Much Persuading I Don't Mean to Sound Degrading But With