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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,
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don Preston (mini-moog)

You are... you gotta tell me something... I
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
dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain't for, they act like they forgot how to act
Eight million stories, out there in it naked
City is a pity,
by my attitude that I'm most definitely from

New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
Now you're in New
that

[Juicy J]
I can make that thang wet like a sponge bob
Wishin that she present I be standing man that's so hard
We got all the haters in
don't believe in God

Coke in my blood, weed in my lungs
Barely staying up, bout to get some fried chicken from Wong's
She laying there, ass all fat
don't believe in God

Coke in my blood, weed in my lungs
Barely staying up, bout to get some fried chicken from Wong's
She laying there, ass all fat
on an appliance in case I get warned by the sirens
Bogart got the heart of a lion seen my Moms cryin'
When I got stabbed and she thought I was dyin'
Ever since I've