I had a dream, that I was Van Gogh Living like a vandal In my tiny castle I painted portraits of a morning Coffee with my Lord He's still missing his girl, Mary Ooh, we're talking dirty now I like it when we move like that Ooh, we're shaping little lies On the tips of our tongues Where 're you at? Where 're you at? ♪ She fancied herself, a rainbow Coming out that swamp, slow Her head up in the cosmos She's got 'em absinthe eyes I told you She's trying to break that mold, fool I need a little strange fruit Ooh, we're talking dirty now I like it when we move like that Ooh, we're shaping little lies On the tips of our tongues Where 're you at? Where 're you at? (Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) where 're you at? (Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) where 're you at? (Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) where 're you at? (Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) where 're you at? ♪ I drink the blues with my bourbon Jimmy Reed's a-sermon Little rain a-thundering I stood up and started singing I got all this feeling I'm swinging from the ceiling