State Of The Art (A.E.I.O.U.) - Jim James

Club queen on the downtown scene, prowling around at night You're not mean, you're just born to be seen Want to be wild A little party never hurt no one, that's why it's alright You want in, but you just can't win So you hang in the lights You're so Art Deco out on the floor Shining like gunmetal, cold and unsure Baby, you're so ghetto, you're looking to score When they all say, "Hello," you try to ignore them 'Cause you want more (why?) You want more (why?) You want more (why?) 'Cause you want more Young thing on the downtown scene, rollin' around at night Got things that have yet to be seen Like your rapper's delight A little party never hurt no one, that's why it's alright You want in, but you just can't win So you stay in the lights You're so Art Deco out on the floor Shining like gunmetal, cold and unsure Baby, you're so ghetto, you're looking to score When they all say, "Hello," you try to ignore them 'Cause you want more (why?) You want more (why?) You want more (why?) 'Cause you want more A little party never hurt no one So you stay out late A little party never hurt no one That's what your friends say You put your life out on the line You're crazy all the time Put your life out on the line You're crazy all the time You're so Art Deco out on the floor Shining like gunmetal, cold and unsure Baby, you're so ghetto, you're looking to score When they all say, "Hello," you try to ignore them 'Cause you want more (why?) You want more (why?) You want more (why?) 'Cause you want more A little party never hurt no one Not you and me A little party never hurt no one We were born to be free

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many poor boys And God, I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk Oh, mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the house of the rising sun Well, I got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boys And God, I know I'm one

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