Slow Blues/Let It All Hang Out

Slip your hand inside my hand now
Close the door so we can open up
Oh pretty baby won’t you show me your latest trick?
We let it all hang out now
We hang out now
How I long to see you naked
Stripped of feathers, boots and common sense
I’m gonna show you something
Something you’ve never seen before
If you let it all hang out now
You hang out now
Ah the rockets are colliding
The fat cat’s chewin' fat
The others they don’t count for nothing
Ah we won’t have none of that
Ah we let it all hang out now
Hang out now
Ah you let it all hang out now
Hang out now
Slip your hand inside my hand now
Ah close the door so we can open up
Oh I’m gonna show you something
Something you’ve never seen before
If you let it all
Hang out now
Ah you let it all
Hang out now (repeat ad nauseam)