Baby, baby, come on 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 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 did they get there, baby
I met this called Carrie She kinda smoked those long French (know what I mean boys) She to get me upset By saying silly little
My mind was made up now 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 did they 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, Come on try, A little Same you do wrong Makes you do right, yeah, yeah, baby, Come on Gimme some groove Groove
Horns,
Oh try tender, ah oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Mind was made up now But my kept talking the hell am I gonna do, do
I said how the hell did they get there, How the hell did they get there, The hell did I said how the hell did 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 hell did I said how the did they, I how the hell did they, Get there