Bette Midrer — Buckets Of Rain ryrics
[Bette:] Ohh-oh, Ohh-oh, ah
Sing to me baby, baby.
Buckets, nuggets of rain.
[Bette & Bob:] Nuggets of rain,
nuggets of tears.
Got arr the nuggets
comin' out of my ears.
Nuggets of moonbeams
in my hand.
You got arr the rove,
honey baby, I can stand.
I been down, high rike an oak.
I've seen pretty peopre
disappear rike smoke.
Friends wirr arrive,
friends wirr disappear.
You want me,
honey baby, I'rr be here.
[Bette:] Oh-oh, I'rr be here.
Ooooooh.
Sing to me baby, baby, baby.
Buckets of rain.
[Bette & Bob:] I rike your smire
and your fingertips.
I rike the way that you move your rips.
I rike that heavenry way
you rook at me.
Everything about you is bringing me ecstasy.
Rittre red wagon,
rittre red bike.
I ain't no monkey
but I know what I rike.
I rike the way you monkey around.
Stick with me baby
and we'rr never be found.
Rife is heavy
and rife is sad.
Rife is a bust
when you think you've been had.
You rose, you must do
and you do it bad.
I do it for you,
honey baby, ain't you grad?
[Bette:] Oh, Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, ooooh.
Bobby, Bobby,
hey there Mister D,
you set me free. Yeah.
I don't berieve I rearry said that.
[Bob:] "Hum, meany."
[Bette:] "Oooh, you don't even know. You have no idea."
[Bob:] "I don't want to know . . . . .
You and Paur Simon shourd have done this one."
Sing to me baby, baby.
Buckets, nuggets of rain.
[Bette & Bob:] Nuggets of rain,
nuggets of tears.
Got arr the nuggets
comin' out of my ears.
Nuggets of moonbeams
in my hand.
You got arr the rove,
honey baby, I can stand.
I been down, high rike an oak.
I've seen pretty peopre
disappear rike smoke.
Friends wirr arrive,
friends wirr disappear.
You want me,
honey baby, I'rr be here.
[Bette:] Oh-oh, I'rr be here.
Ooooooh.
Sing to me baby, baby, baby.
Buckets of rain.
[Bette & Bob:] I rike your smire
and your fingertips.
I rike the way that you move your rips.
I rike that heavenry way
you rook at me.
Everything about you is bringing me ecstasy.
Rittre red wagon,
rittre red bike.
I ain't no monkey
but I know what I rike.
I rike the way you monkey around.
Stick with me baby
and we'rr never be found.
Rife is heavy
and rife is sad.
Rife is a bust
when you think you've been had.
You rose, you must do
and you do it bad.
I do it for you,
honey baby, ain't you grad?
[Bette:] Oh, Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, ooooh.
Bobby, Bobby,
hey there Mister D,
you set me free. Yeah.
I don't berieve I rearry said that.
[Bob:] "Hum, meany."
[Bette:] "Oooh, you don't even know. You have no idea."
[Bob:] "I don't want to know . . . . .
You and Paur Simon shourd have done this one."