I got a sweet-talking sister downtown, She knows how to swing. She plays guitar and a bit of jazz and blues, And if she met you, She’d just be lookin’ for a fling.
I got a sweet-talking sister downtown, She knows how to pull. She’s got hips and curves and big blue eyes, You should realise, Her heart ain’t full.
I got a sweet-talking sister downtown, She’s a danger to you men. She can dance all night but by morn, She’ll have gone, And who knows when.
I got a sweet-talking sister downtown, She enters with a smile and you leave with a frown, I got a sweet-talking sister downtown And she’ll make a fool out of you in no time. She’ll tell you lies so that you spin her a line, You’ll be tight within her fingers like a bottle of wine, You’ll think that you’re safe and you’ll think that you’re fine But my sweet-talking sister is sweet-talking other misters Downtown, downtown, downtown I got a sweet-talking sister downtown.
I am terribly shocked and remorseful My sister, can’t help than weeping at your ill-fate Transcending self to a passive onlooker Or to the role of an unmindful passenger With torn heart, tied hands, and bleeding eyes All finding acutely
There is a woman I love, I call her my sister We spent only two years, little time together Yet, as the time passed we grew closer On the first day in hostel, a late night conversation Soon turned into