Lyrics:
I'm hypnotized I'm paralyzed
And I'm not sleeping now that you're gone
(I hear your voice calling)
And I can't help feeling I did you wrong
(I
makin' a deal with the devil
Who's whispering softly to me
"Are you sure that she's the one?"
'Cause I feel like a bad joke
Walk the tight rope
ooh
'Cause she's lookin' for new blood, some new blood
Oh, people, don't you hear me howl?
Cryin', I'm lookin' for new blood, oh, oh, oh
When you beat from the back
That's what I like
But mami can you really get down like that?
[Chorus]
She's Freaky! She knows how to do what I like
makin' a deal with the devil
Who's whispering softly to me
"Are you sure that she's the one?"
'Cause I feel like a bad joke
Walk the tight rope
Here she comes walking across the sand
She'll never know how she blows my mind
She's there with the chemicals in my brain
Spinning softly round
Take a table
In the evening
By the waterside
Lonely eyes watch
As the moon shines
Down a silver tine
Looking out from this position
Are
[Chorus]
That don't make me a bad guy
Don't scar my resume
Don't you give me a black eye
Judgin' by my day-to-day
He's in love with
a trip to L.A.
Watchin' girls in the air can really get you bad
And I'll bet the laughin' lady makes you laugh like mad
Let's pick up our friends and do
run into a golden-haired angel
And ask her tonight for a date
She'll tell you somewhere there's a rich millionaire
Who is calling again about eight
wonders again as she turns out the lights
[Chorus]
Kylie is calling from Connecticut
She says you've got the number
It says Kylie is calling from
to me in my dreams
Is she taken, is she taken? Is she mine, is she mine?
Don't got, don't care, don't have two ish to give
Let me take you by the hand
trolley
Make sure your color's correct
Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect
They say the governor collect, all of our
and told them color me bad
Blue faces
Get that new money, and it's breaking me down honey
Two tears in the bucket I cry with you
But I could never lie
a trip to L.A.
Watchin' girls in the air can really get you bad
And I'll bet the laughin' lady makes you laugh like mad
Let's pick up our friends and do
I mean
But just
By looking at her
The way she walk
The way she move
The way she talk
The way she carry
Herself
She knows
She's a bad ass
She's
me free
Oh, lonesome me
A bad mistake I'm making
By just hanging round
(Hanging round)
I know that I should have
Some fun and paint the town
But I get by my wicked ways
Lady you can suck a dick 'til your neck aches
Cry 'til you get puffy eyes, red faced
But I'm leavin' on this jet plane
titty
Anything she want she can get it
Anything you see, you can get it (get it)
Here go the keys to the Bentley
When I fuck her, I got good
Days will change by and by
Well I went to the fortune-teller
And I had my fortune told
She said "son don't worry,
Days will change when you grow
to fix the fire, but you know the damn thing's too old
It's been months now, since we heard from our Mary,
I wonder if she ever made the coast
Well,
Hello, bad bitch
Hello, hello, bad bitch
I don't like Knicks but ?
Mellow swag shit, I own, yeah you cocky huh
But I bet you can't take it like
me free
Oh, lonesome me
A bad mistake I'm making
By just hanging round
(Hanging round)
I know that I should have
Some fun and paint the town
me free
Oh, lonesome me
A bad mistake I'm making
By just hanging round
(Hanging round)
I know that I should have
Some fun and paint the town
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