Bill Withers
Stories
[Verse 1]
Who will buy a glad story
That a young man has to tell?
Come into my house of glory
And I will treat you well

[Verse 2]
Who will buy a sad story
That a young girl has to tell?
Come into my house of lonely
And I will treat you well

[Verse 3]
Young and old, we all have stories
That we all must try to sell
Tell them how when you get to heaven
And how we been through hell

[Verse 4]
Who will buy a perfumed story
That a widow has to tell?
Sleep with me on satin pillows
And I will treat you well (I will treat you well)
And I will treat you well (I will treat you well)
And I will treat you well (I will treat you well)
And I will treat you well (I will treat you well)
And I will treat you well (I will treat you well)
And I will treat you well