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by her tray,
But she couldn't believe her sweet young ears when the waitret heard me say:

Oh, waitret, please, waitret, come sit down on my fate,
she's winning
I'm racin' down the stairs
I open the door she's right there
And she's like "how you like my hair? "
I'm like "that bob looks fly but
know there's got to be some kind of explanation
     There's got to be, there's got to be
Lord, lord, lord, lord I ain't done nothing wrong
So tell me
down, she's looking older 
The Prom Queen ain't so pretty now, like it or not 

It's just another little hell town story 
Another blaze of hopeless
uptonight, yeah
Hold me hold me hold me

I love it when you put them pretty lips on me
Purple kisses purple kisses
She kiss me from my head down to my
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don Preston (mini-moog)

You are... you gotta tell me something... I
Kicked)
And I oh oh I yeah
Hope that she'd care
'cause I'm a man who'll always be there

Ooh yeah
I'm not a man to play around baby
Ooh yeah
'cause
My Truly, Truly Fair
Guy Mitchell
Backed by Mitch Miller and his Orchestra
Written by Bob Merrill

Peaked at # 2 in 1951
Competing versions
My Truly, Truly Fair
Guy Mitchell
Backed by Mitch Miller and his Orchestra
Written by Bob Merrill

Peaked at # 2 in 1951
Competing versions
Kicked)
And I oh oh I yeah
Hope that she'd care
'cause I'm a man who'll always be there

Ooh yeah
I'm not a man to play around baby
Ooh yeah
'cause
to strangers but she looked so pretty
What can I lose, if I, uh, just give her a little ear?
"What's up little girl?"
"I ain't got time to play"
Baby didn't say
ain’t important
Shawty want that molly, and I’ma get what she order
Tats all in my body, strapped up like a war
Eat the pussy I prolly, if it smell
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain't for, they act like they forgot how to act
8 million stories, out there in it naked
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain't for, they act like they forgot how to act
8 million stories, out there in it naked
Uh, check it out, uh
I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at bay-bee!
Fuck all that pretty shit
Takin' it back to the gutter for you
Uh, check it out, uh
I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at bay-bee!
Fuck all that pretty shit
Takin' it back to the gutter for you
papa proud.
There's just some things a guy like that can't say out loud.
Oh, your mama, well she just didn't know how.
A thousand years of being told
gucci no punta no pussy
Ronas and kushi kilos and elbows chito seritas they come from mexico
There he go, 20 tacos got me 50 burritos, s 550 mercedes
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
Uh, check it out, uh
I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at bay-bee!
Fuck all that pretty shit
Takin' it back to the gutter for you
right
You ever see those dead possum lying in the road
They were partially committed

Rule number one, if she ain't happy, you ain't happy
And if she
don’t fuck on the first night, then she don’t meet my dead line
Niggas smoking that Bob Marley, that Bob Marley like yeah molly
I’m sipping on the whole
fine
Girl you look like something that should be on tha dance line
Incredible by tha waist
Plus she got a pretty face
Even tho she got class she
it, ooh the way she kicked it) 
And I oh oh I yeah 
Hope that she'd care 
'cause I'm a man who'll always be there 

Ooh yeah 
I'm not a man
Rule number one, if she ain't happy
You ain't happy
And if she ain't happy long enough
You're gonna be unhappy with half your stuff

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