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a nice day!

Defecting Russian dance into Hockney prints
Exclusive to Bloomingdale's, gift-wrapped in red
From the land of blue rinse
They boggle
a nice day!

Defecting russian dance into Hockney prints
Exclusive to Bloomingdales, gift-wrapped in red
From the land of blue rinse
They boggle
a nice day!

Defecting russian dance into Hockney prints
Exclusive to Bloomingdales, gift-wrapped in red
From the land of blue rinse
They boggle
In every car that passes me on the street 
I search for the particular face 
The lipstick trembles under boom lights 
The lipstick my own brothers
In my lungs go the drugs like the red chief
Red leaf lettuce blood money on the bench seat
12 courses laid up on the long table
Aged wine got me
Girl, you sure look good to me

Be my dog!
You look good, girl
Carry on!
Hey!
Get funky?

Hey baby
Be my dog

Come on, baby!
Red hot mama
(Right on!)
Ride on red hot mama
Girl, you sure look good to me

Be my dog!
You look good, girl
Carry on!
Hey!
Get funky?

Hey baby
Be my dog
Ride on red hot mama
Girl, you sure look good to me
Be my dog!
You look good, girl
Carry on!
Hey!
Get funky?
Hey baby
Be my dog
Come on, baby!
where no compare in my
Own zone this lair is home grown, it's rare but it's on strong, 
Beware, long gone if you dare got the wrong tone, 
Now, we are
at night with torch lights

Verse 2:

3 wishes granted by the genie in the bottle
Cause I plucked it with my index I thought that it was hollow
Give me
work
Cutting hedges in the meadow by the stream
My blade slipped, I cut my hand and my own dear blood did flow
Upon the brown earth and the corn still
just blow by

And make no mistake, there's women who just wait
For the man and machine with the best time

Rev on the red line
You're on your own
I die

'Cause I want to be your man
I want to be your man
I want to kiss your pretty red lips, baby
Won't you let me be your man?

Don't you weep, my
hair's turning white,
My neck's always been red,
My collar's still blue,
We've always been here
Just trying to sing the truth to you.
Yes you could
face 
Want to tell you 
I love you 
Everyday as we grow 
Yes I know now it's all on my own 
Can you feel my pain 
As you walk on by 
Can you tell
hairs turning white
My necks always been red
My collars still blue
We've always been here
Just trying to sing a truth to you
Guess you could say
hair's turning white,
My neck's always been red,
My collar's still blue,
We've always been here
Just trying to sing the truth to you.
Yes you could
left you behind as if I could
Possessed by Quixote's dream
Went to fight dragons in the land of concrete

Don't take it personal
I choose my own
and famous to New York I will go
I'll talk to Andy Warhol on my own TV show
I'll throw fantastic parties and paint the white house red
I'll dine with Frank
[Chorus]
My hair's turning white, 
My neck's always been red, 
My collar's still blue, 
We've always been here 
Just trying to sing the truth to you.
hair's turning white, 
My neck's always been red, 
My collar's still blue, 
We've always been here 
Just trying to sing the truth to you.
Yes you
the mics I rip
They sho' nuff ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped
But my apparatus is up to status
Don't ask who the baddest, or cause static
I'm stealing time from my own life
All the hours that God sends
I'm flying high on my red eye
And winding down the windows

I'm stealing time from my
that jumpsuit
A blunt too
I'm on my one two
Check me out
I fuck around and check you
Respect due
Pay yours nigga
Mines under the seat by my feet
cloud, killing the blues.

And then you've ask me, just to leave you
To set out on my own
And get what I needed.
You want me to find what I've already