Talk about things that nobody
cares.
Wearing other things that
nobody wears.
Ya callin' my name, but I
gotta make clear,
I can't say baby where I'll
be in a year.
Some sweat hog mama with a
face like a gent,
Said my get up and go musta
got up and went.
Well I got good news she's
a real good liar,
'Cause backstage lover set
your pants on fire.
Sweet emotion.
Sweet emotion.
I pulled into town in a police
car.
Your daddy said I took you
just a little too far.
Tellin' other things but your
girlfriend lied.
You can't catch me cause the
rabbit done died.
Yes it did!
Standin' in the front just
a shakin' your ass.
I take you back stage you
can drink from my glass.
I talk about something you
can sure understand,
'Cause a month on the road
and I'll be eatin' from your hand.
Marco Giunco |
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