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 Lyricist: Eric clapton
 Lyrics: 
 Every time I'm walkin' down the streetSome pretty mama start breakin' down with me
 Stop breakin' down
 Please, stop breakin' down
 Stuff I got to bust your brains out, baby
 Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind
 I can't walk the streets now to consulate my mind
 Some pretty mama starts breakin' down
 Stop breakin' down
 Please, stop breakin' down
 Stuff I got to bust your brains out, baby
 Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind
 Now, you Saturday night women, you love to ape and clown
 Won't do nothin' but tear a good man reputation down
 Stop breakin' down
 Please, stop breakin' down
 Stuff I got to bust your brains out, baby
 Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind
 
 Well, I give my baby the ninety-nine degrees
 She jumped up and throwed a pistol down on me
 Stop breakin' down
 Please, stop breakin' down
 Stuff I got to bust your brains out, baby
 Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind
 Well now, I can't start walkin' down the streets
 Some pretty woman start breakin' down with me
 Stop breakin' down
 Please, stop breakin' down
 Stuff I got to bust your brains out, baby
 Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind
 
 
		
		
	
 
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