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