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Everybody, put your hands up
I’m done with this rhyme
Put your man up on the mic
To finish it for me
You guys are sex rhymes, you’re getting horny
of the
People that you can't ever get
On the telephone this guy actually
Called up and said
"I've heard you had a banner at
Your concert the other night in New
all watching it all
Burn
(The telephone number you have dialed is temporarily not in service)
Sometimes you got to close a door to open a window
It's called the Red Light District
Also known as the concrete Jungle
You thought you was talking to a girl
You didn't know it was a next man's uncle
Let me tell you bout a girl I know
She is my baby and she lives next door
Every morning fore the sun comes up
She brings my coffee in my favorite
on the telephone say her honey Jerry's all alone
By the time I count from one to four I hear her on my door
In the evening when the sun goes down when there ain't
on the telephone
And tell him that I'm all alone
By the time I count from one to four
I hear him on my door
In the evening when the sun goes down
When there is
on the telephone
And tell him that I'm all alone
By the time I count from one to four
I hear him on my door
In the evening when the sun goes down
When there is
call her on the telephone,
Tell her that i'm all alone,
By the time i count from one to four,
I hear her on my door.
In the evening when the sun goes
Yeah
Uh
I have no regrets
I have no regrets
Let em know that we next
Let em know
Yeah
Uh
Yeah
Smoking till I’m sky high, Riverside Drive
Out with my
a punch line than a cunch line
You see, tryna find a shot that's a tough grind
You spot one by spot one on the front line
When the race gets tekky I've
on the telephone
And tell him that I'm all alone
By the time I count from one to four
I hear him on my door
In the evening when the sun goes down
When there is
dumb but not delirious
If messing wit me imma watch you end
And I ain't talking no period
If you get it
You get it
Some of them guys ain't with it
I run
baby I'm a star
I don't even gotta dance
RHUDE boy, nice fit
Traxedo on the pants
And your Ex guy can't do it like me
Next guy can't do it like me
You
and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me,
Let me tell you 'bout a boy I know
He's my baby and he lives next door.
And every morning when the sun comes up
He brings me coffee in my favorite
on the telephone
And tell her that I'm all alone
By the time I count from one to four
I hear her on my door
In the evening when the sun goes down
When there is
Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know
She is my baby and she lives next door
Every mornin' 'fore the sun comes up
She brings me coffee in my
on the telephone
And tell her that I'm all alone
By the time I count from one to four
I hear her (KNOCK) on my door
In the evening when the sun goes down
When there
if I call him on the telephone
And tell him that I'm all alone
By the time I count from one to four
I hear that on my door
In the evening when the sun
on the telephone
And tell her that I'm all alone
By the time I count from one to four
I hear her (knock, knock, knock, knock) on my door
In the evening when the sun
on the telephone
And I tell her that I'm all alone
By the time I count from one to four
I hear the (KNOCK) on my door
In the evening when the sun goes down
Guys, I'm so sorry that I can't travel with you
But I told you why it is impossible and hard, too
And if you've forgotten what I'm talking about
Then
Doe, now I'm Mr. Jolicoeur
Pissed with the witness, and now I adore
O's got the world cause O's was on tour
Girls gave the O's, and guys, oh for sure
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