Baby, baby, on keep it up
I myself at the drugstore, Baby rapping my funky friends tears of joy for a soul of sadness, ah ah
My mind was made up now But my mouth talking What the hell am I do, do
I how the hell did they get there, baby How the did they get there, baby
I met this called Carrie She smoked those long French cigarettes (know what I mean boys) She tried to get me By saying little things
My was made up now baby But my mouth talking The am I gonna do, do
I said how the did they get there, baby How the did they get there, baby How the did they I say how the hell did How the hell did get there, baby Come on, it up
Um, No hard I try, try, try, try Yes, I was Marti, Marti, Marti, Marti, Marti, Marti, Try a tenderness, on try, A little tenderness Same you do wrong Makes you do right, yeah, yeah, baby, on Gimme some groove thing Groove
Horns,
Oh try tender, ah oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Mind was up now baby But my mouth kept What the am I gonna do, do
I said how the hell did they get there, How the hell did get there, baby The hell did I said how the did they How the did they get there, baby Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, Get baby, Baby, Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, Get baby, Baby, baby, How the did they I said how the did they, I how the hell did they, Get there