Baby, baby, come on it up
I myself at the drugstore, Baby rapping with my funky tears of joy for a soul of sadness, ah ah
My mind was made up now But my mouth talking What the am I gonna do, do
I how the hell did they get there, baby How the hell did they get there,
I met thing called Carrie She kinda smoked long French cigarettes (know what I mean boys) She to get me upset By saying silly things
My mind was made up now But my kept talking The hell am I do, do
I said how the hell did they get there, How the did they get there, baby How the hell did I say how the did they 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 Makes you do you do right, yeah, yeah, baby baby, Come on some groove thing thing
Horns,
Oh try tender, ah oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Mind was up now baby But my mouth talking What the am I gonna do, do
I said how the did they get there, baby How the hell did they get there, The did they I said how the did they How the hell did 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 how the hell did they, I how the hell did they, Get baby