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meant to be
Monday
I was thinking every
second of you
Tried to ring you
then I stopped
Tuesday
Never thought about you
for a moment
Had a party with my
no expiration date on the batteries
Look, I've never been a hater
It's never been in my nature
But, listen, let me hook you up 'cause

B.O.B
will make you bob a while
Grab a cutie, Duke her Bootee, bust a ?? box
That's my duty, girl please do me, don't try to cock block
Give nuff respect, I
home town! 
 
Ah! These are my kinda people! 

Music by Sammy Fain 
With lyrics by Bob Hilliard , 1950
to be like Bob Dylan
Until I discovered Moses
Saturday night and I was lying in my bed
The window was open and raindrops
Were bouncing off my head
on
Respirators for killing my best, poor haters
On permanent, hiatus as I skate
In the Maybach Benz, flier than Sanaa Lathan
Pumping "Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
gonna do
Said we'd start with a bottle of moet for two

Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday
gonna do
Said we'd start with a bottle of moet for two

Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday
(Here's a special request)
(Hope you enjoy it)

I tired to find how my heart could be so blind,
Dear
How could I be fooled just like the rest
gonna do
Said we'd start with a bottle of moet for two

Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday
frequency,
To 106 point me
So there's no
Distractions

Take a breath
Take it in
Love has no expiration date
My heart will always beat for you
At a constant
I tried again, I went last night
Another date was just not right
And as I drove myself back home
A little voice said "just be alone"
But
Did you ever know a big big man?
Who likes to frown
People are scared just by the sight of him.
Well stop to think and maybe to understand
That
If only you could be right here by my side
Home wouldn't seem so far from here

Passport, customs, carry-on
Remember to shut off all your
Time: 3:15 beach bum music bmi
Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman
Mixed by hugh padgham assisted by bob vogt at a & m recording studios
Brian
Tell me I'm not too late
It may seem a desperate measure
But if you'll humor me
By next Monday we'll truly know

I'm terrified of living life under
braces,
One guy had a mullet, and one the cops were chasing
When I finally had a date with what seemed to be a real man
He rolled up to my place in
[Note:  Brother Marquis does all the verses.]

My seven bizzos...
Seven days, seven ways, that's too much...
My seven bizzos...

On Monday there's
to rumble well get up shit
If you buck you get fucked by that nigga named Chuckwick
Aw shit my nigga Ganksta Nip in the motherfuckin' house
Yo Nip say
Motherfuck Teniell, but see I'm the Captain of this ship 
And I'm true to the game 
Ya all look the same 
Standin' by my backstage door, hopin' that'll
the wrong way, I swear life is like a one-way
Pussy on a Sunday, fitness on a Monday
My new crib came with Feng Shui
And my closet is like a runway
Come
[Marc 7]
It's all splendid
Yeah, like Kevin Lockerbie
Rockin' some beige Wallabees
Blinded by the mockery

[Soup]
Time is never stoppin' me
Drop
my girlfriend Jim, and Ian, and Aynsley, and Bob, and Frank... I mean, none of us...

Pleased to meet you...

Hi Howie

We never met a pop star from
a checkered double-knit suit drove up in a large El Dorado Cadillac, leased from BOB SPREEN...

("Where the freeways meet in Downey!")

...And he laid
think I'm bad, they say "Oooh he's so evil!"
'Cause I go on blind dates, with actual blind people

But my album's out the store, yours be on the shelf
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