Number of Lyrics in Album : 8
By B.B. King, Went to a party, the New York style
I met a
By B.B. King, Baby lights her cigarette
And she takes a look around
She says
By B.B. King, I don't have to know your name unless you really
By B.B. King, Same old story, same old song
Goes all right till it
By B.B. King, She told me she'd been loved before
If I took a
By B.B. King, Way down south there's a clear stream running
In the night
By B.B. King, When I first met you we burned like a flame
Now
By B.B. King, Tonight I?m gonna make you a star
I?m gonna play you
