Lyrics:
prove it by going out on the sly
Proving your love isn't true
Call me Mr. Blue
I'm Mr. Blue
When you say you're sorry (oh Mr. Blue)
Then turn
I'm pretty sure her phone wouldn't be answered by no man"
Mr. Telephone Man
There's something wrong with my line
When I dial my baby's number I get
I'm pretty sure her phone wouldn't be answered by no man"
Mr. Telephone Man
There's something wrong with my line
When I dial my baby's number I get
I'm pretty sure her phone wouldn't be answered by no man"
Mr. Telephone Man
There's something wrong with my line
When I dial my baby's number I get
excuse me Mr.
But I'm a mister too
And you're givin' Mr. a bad name
Mr. like you
So I'm taking the Mr.
From out in front of your name
'Cause it's
every time I see you
I pretend I'm fine
When I wanna reach out to you
But I turn and I walk and I let it ride
Baby I must confess
We were bigger than
couldn't get through
Could you just check the line
Just one more time if you can
I'm pretty sure her phone
Wouldn't be answered by no man
Mr. Telephone Man
it out the hood someday
(Hey Mr. DJ) Hey Mr. DJ (Hey Mr. DJ)
I wanna hear that song about Jesus
I heard my mama crying
I gotta let her know He's
every time I see you
I pretend I'm fine
When I wanna reach out to you
But I turn and I walk and I let it ride
Baby I must confess
We were bigger than
soon? (Ayy, ayy)
She said, "Mr. Hollywood, won't you come back soon? (Ayy, ayy)
She said, ooh
I just wanna lay right by your side
We don't gotta
Can you feel me?
Hey you, don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight
Hey you out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
open up for me
So brick by brick
I am breaking through these walls
Oh, between you and me
I'm not giving up
I'm not giving giving up
I guess
on the phone, oh shit, I'm frying it
Will someone tell me what did I do to deserve this?
I think I'll, pull out my suit for Sunday service
My little brother
experience
Feeling betrayed by you
I woke at five this morning with you on my mind
Replaying conversations in my head
You said if you'd to choose between
Me and my baby, yeah
We're out here on the floor, oh yeah
So, Mister, Mr. DJ
Keep those records playing
'Cause I'm having
Such a good time
Me and my baby, yeah
We're out here on the floor, oh yeah
So, Mister, Mr. DJ
Keep those records playing
'Cause I'm having
Such a good time
. but
I'm a mister too
And you're givin' Mr. a bad name
Mr. like you
So I'm taking the Mr. from
Out in front of your name
'Cause it's a Mr. like
bringing it in style myself
You know it is with ease, no sweat
I'm breaking in with all my friends
So are you in?
Designed special for you by me
Smile smile
The sky's a narcotic with black jack bones
Oh Mrs. Jones please Mrs. Jones my virus is raging
It's breaking my bones oh Mrs. Jones please
Hey Mr. Tambourine Man play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey Mr. Tambourine Man play a song for me
In
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody forgotten about me
Will I ever,
keep on
Breaking the same old ground
Shh
Shh
I am owned by death
And
I’m in love with oblivion
I am owned by death
And
I’m in love with
the swiftness
If you think you're swift with the gift, Merry Christmas
Now stuff that in your stocking
I'm knocking 'em out the box an'
Knocking 'em out their
I wonder why you threw your diary away
When you walk by I nearly died What can I say
Things were fine, you were mine just yesterday
Now we're
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