Purple Room Lyrics

Sally Ann designs the clothes

that she models on the concrete

moving her backwards

down a one way street

Home sweet home

for the beggar gypsy

Is where she counts your money

In her penthouse suite

Shaky Shaky Shaky

Shaky your making my old

Shaky Lady are you really that cold?

and what ever happened to your honesty?

And what made your pride

Turn into greed?

Contradiction

Is her specialty

What she isn’t is exactly

What she appears to be.

Her pitiful illusion

Is only robbing you blind

While she drinks champagne

From her brown bag of lies

Shaky Lady

Shaky your making me old

Shaky Lady are you really that cold?

And what ever happened to your honesty?

And what made your pride

Turn into greed?

Shaky Shaky Shaky

Shaky Lady

You greedy soul

You hands only want

what our pocketbooks hold

You bank on our emotion

So you can wear gold

Shaky lady

You’re making me old

Shaky Lady

your making my old

Shaky Lady

are you really that cold?

what ever happened to your honesty?

And what made your pride

Turn into greed?

Shaky Lady

Shaky Lady

Shaky Lady