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"Special Marley Marl Remixes" may differ from the original version
Yes, y'all-and, to the like beat-and You could either dance or just have a seat and Listen to the way-in, what I am displayin A different kind of rapper language that I am sayin To all the party people, ? the info When it come to rockin parties I-am-a-nympho-maniac brainiac for doin my dance And my record Make the Music, will put you in a trance-and hypnotize your body-and, like you do Bacardi-and you won't be fightin or illin, you just be partyin down, with the funky sound with yours truly I'm the original B-I-Z-M-A-R-K-I-be-the-E and I came to have fun and, not be number one-and just hear to let you know, who's like runnin the place and everywhere that I perform and do a show *beatboxing sound* as long as you know, that *beatbox drumbeat* Nobody beats the Biz! Nobody beats the Bizzzz (repeat 4X) You know me as the B-I-Z-M-A-R-K-I-E-and I go for what I know doin a show for human beings I'm guaranteed to rock I make the ladies scream and shout I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out The Mardi rapper toe-tapper always have it flowin And when you hear the BizMarkie, I get the job done Yes I'm the M-A-R the K-I-E you know that's me I got the stutter step to keep in check my speed is so unique They say I look and sound funny but I don't be carin I rock the Latin Quarter, Rooftop, Union Square and Roseland, the Hassan?, Madison Square Garden Even rock for the ?work fare at Jaffer Center? Pardon the way, that I be talkin bout the places I be rockin I love to perform, for the people that be clockin Not sayin that you're on mine, you're on it like a hornet But you pay for the performance, doggone it, you want it That's why I'm here, to be like lettin you knowin That I'ma highly recognized as the king of disco-and makin people as they have a lot of enjoyment I'm the best person for this type of employment, that's why... Nobody beats the Biz! Nobody beats the Bizzzz (repeat 3X) On and on, to the break of dawn When you buy food cheap, you need a coupon or catch a sale retail, before it gets stale So hurry up and get the WIC? check out the mail and shop non-stop, but how I hip-hop on the mic and like Make you co-op-er-ate with the rhythm, that is what I give em Reagan is the Pres but I voted for Shirley Chilsholm It might sound confusing, the style that I'm using But in the end I'm sure that you will find it quite amusing and funny, oh honey, it's just ridiculous Don't try to front, come on and admit you was thrilled, chilled, your heart was all filled So respect the architect, as I begin to build Science and my reliance is upon my rap Like Carl Lewis I get to it, so let's go the lap... Nobody beats the Biz Nobody beats the Bizzzz (repeat 3X) [TJ Swan] Nobody beats the Biz, nobody beats the Biz (repeat 2X) My name is TJ Swan, nobody beats the Biz I rock you on and on, nobody beats the Biz You know nobody that beats the Biz I know nobody that beats the Biz Nobody beats the Biz, nobody beats the Biz (repeat 2X) *BizMarkie does some beatboxing* *TJ Swan verse resung in this version several times* *BizMarkie beatboxes again to the end but gets cut short* |
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Radio, TV and even the press know the meanin' of V-A-P-O-R-S
The meanin' of this word without no doubt Means nobody wants to be there when you're down and out Once you're established and got a lot of money Everybody wanna be your buddy and honey Like tall buildings they call skyscrapers Can you feel it Nuthin' can save ya For this is the seaon of catchin' the vapors And since I got time, what I'm gonna do Is tell ya how to spread it throughout my crew Well, you all know TJ Swan who sang on my records Made the music "Nobody Beats the Biz" Well, check it Back in the days before this began He usually tried to talk to this girl name Fran The type of female with fly Gucci wear With big trunk jewelry and extensions in her hair When Swan tried to kick it, she always fessed Talkin' about "Nigger, please, you work for UPS" Since he wasn't no type of big drug dealer My man TJ Swan didn't appeal to her But now he trucks gold and wears fly Valley boots Rough leather fashions and tough silk suits Now she stop frontin' an' wants to speak And be comin' to all the shows Every single weekend To get his beeper number, she'd be beggin' please Dyin' for the day to get skeezed She caught the vapors (4X) I got another partner that's calm and plain He goes by the name of the Big Daddy Kane A mellow type of fellow that's laid back Back in the days, he was nothin' like that I remember when he used to fight every day What grown-ups would tell him he would never obey He wore his pants hangin' down and his sneakers untied And a rasta-type Kango tilted to the side Around his neighborhood, people treated him bad And said he was the worst thing his mom's ever had They said that he will grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum Or either injail or someone would shoot him But now he's grown up, to their surprise Big Daddy got a hit record sellin' worldwide Now the same people that didn't like him as a child be sayin' Can I borrow a dollar, ooh, you're a star now They caught the vapors (4X) Now I got a cousin by the name of Von Lee Better known to y'all as Cutmaster Cool V He cuts scratch, transform with finesse ...(cuts and scratches)...and all that mess Well I remember when he first started to rock And tried to get his job in a record shop He was in it to win it but the boss fronted Said, "Sorry Mr. Lee, but there's no help wanted" Now my cousin Von still tried on and on and on 'Til the like break of dawn To put this j-o-b in effect But they'd look right past him and be like "next" Now for the year of '88 Cool V is makin' dollars so my cousin's like straight He walks into the same record shop as before And the boss'll be like, "Von, welcome to my store" Offerin' him a job but naw, he don't want it Damn it feels goo to see people up on it 'Cause I remember when at first they wasn't Now guess what they caught from my cousin The vapors They caught the vapors (4X) Last subject of the story is about Biz Mark I had to work for mine to put your body in park When I was a teenager, I wanted to be down With a lot of M.C.-deejayin' crews in town So in school on Nobel Street, I say "Can I be down, champ" They said no and treated me like a wet food stamp After gettin' rejected, I was very depressed Sat and wrote some def doo-doo rhymes at my rest When I used to come to parties they'd make me pay I'd have to beg to get on the mike and rap that day I was never into girls, I was just into my music They acted like I wanted to keep it Instead of tryin' to use it But now things switched without belief "Yo, Biz, do you remember me from Nober Street, chief? We used to be down back in the days" It happens all the time and never ceases to amaze They caught the vapors (4X) |
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(VERSE 1)
On the mic at this time in the place to be I'm the Inhuman Orchestra called Biz Markie That made you dance, make the music with my mouth, and all But I'm here to talk about the Albee Square Mall A place where people shop in downtown Brooklyn Where I can be found if you're lookin For me, the B-i-z, so just come check me out Cause 24/7 I'm mikin the house So when I come in the Mall, and then I start to roam You wouldn't think it's a store, you would think it's my home Cause when I come in the place, then I hang up a sign Reads 'home sweet home' - this house is mine (T.J. Swan) Albee Square Mall My house is the Albee Square Mall My house is the Albee Square Mall My house is the Albee Square Mall My house is the Albee Square Mall (VERSE 2) I been to many malls from state to state But I've never been in, say, one this great, I hate To say, about the other shopping centers that's left But the Albee Square Mall is the doo-doo-def I be in there everyday, walkin around chillin >From when they opened all the way until when It's about time for the place to close I'm just running things like a pair of panty hose They all know me, the Biz Markie I get more respect than the average employee Could work in every store in the mall Because the place is my house from wall to wall If I could move in, party people, I just might So I could stay forever, and it won't be just like A bum that you see sleepin on a park bench So how will it be when you see Biz Markie I fade them all, been havin fun See, to me this mall is like number one And any other shoppers that try to compare There ain't no way they could hang out with Albee Square (T.J. Swan) Albee Square Mall My house is the Albee Square Mall My house is the Albee Square Mall My house is the Albee Square Mall (VERSE 3) I step in the place and shop around for a while Buy some jewelry for Treny and Ali, and after that I'll Go take a stroll inside of Gibb's Pups Then buy some fresh silks, Bally's too Next stop Olympic, wanted to buy some sneakers Then hit the ??? room to pick me up a Cesar Stroll around with a fly female While security's riffin about leanin on the rail After that I go eat some food at Wendy's In the Albee cafateria, could be shoppin plenty >From store to store just stuff in my face And I do the pfrr-one-two while sayin my grace Finally I step off all alone Up to the top level to use the telephone Never use a quarter, cause I got a calling card So I can reach out and touch everybody I know That's where I be until the day is done Just coolin in the place that's number one So next time you'll be in Brooklyn walkin around Play like _Price Is Right_ and 'come on down' And (T.J. Swan) Go shoppin Go shoppin Go shop - let's all go shoppin (x3) Go shoppin Go shoppin Go shoppin - Swan and Biz go shoppin La-la-lala La-la-la-la-lala (till end) (Biz gives shout-outs) |
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Have you ever met a girl that you tried to date
But a year to make love she wanted you to wait Let me tell ya a story of my situation I was talkin' to this girl from the U.S. nation The way that I met her was on tour at a concert She had long hair and a short miniskirt I just got onstage drippin', pourin' with sweat I was walkin' through the crowd and guess who I met I whispered in her ear, 'Come to the picture booth So I can ask you some questions to see if you are a hundred proof' I asked her her name, she said 'blah-blah-blah' She had 9/10 pants and a very big bra I took a couple of flicks and she was enthused I said, 'How do you like the show?' she said, 'I was very amused' I started throwin' bass, she started throwin' back mid-range But when I sprung the question, she acted kind of strange Then when I asked, 'Do ya have a man?' she tried to pretend She said, 'No I don't, I only have a friend' Come on, I'm not even goin' for it This is what I'm goin' sing You, you got what I need but you say he's just a friend And you say he's just a friend, oh baby You, you got what I need but you say he's just a friend But you say he's just a friend, oh baby You, you got what I need but you say he's just a friend But you say he's just a friend So I took blah-blah's word for it at this time I thought just havin' a friend couldn't be no crime 'Cause I have friends and that's a fact Like Agnes, Agatha, Germaine, and Jacq Forget about that, let's go into the story About a girl named blah-blah-blah that adored me So we started talkin', getttin' familiar Spendin' a lot of time so we can build up A relationship or some understanding How it's gonna be in the future we was plannin' Everything sounded so dandy and sweet I had no idea I was in for a treat After this was established, everything was cool The tour was over and she went back to school I called every day to see how she was doin' Everytime that I called her it seemed somethin' was brewin' I called her room, a guy picked up, and then I called again I said, 'Yo, who was that?' 'Oh, he's just a friend' Don't gimme that, don't ever gimme that Jus' bust this You, you got what I need but you say he's just a friend And you say he's just a friend, oh baby You, you got what I need but you say he's just a friend But you say he's just a friend, oh baby You, you got what I need but you say he's just a friend But you say he's just a friend So I came to her college on a surprise visit To see my girl that was so exquisite It was a school day, I knew she was there The first semester of the school year I went to a gate to ask where was her dorm This guy made me fill out a visitor's form He told me where it was and I was on my way To see my baby doll, I was happy to say I arrived in front of the dormitory 'Yo, could you tell me where is door three?' They showed me where it was for the moment I didn't know I was in for such an event So I came to her room and opened the door Oh, snap! Guess what I saw? A fella tongue-kissin' my girl in the mouth, I was so in shock my heart went down south So please listen to the message that I send Don't ever talk to a girl who says she just has a friend ayyy boi |
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Yo this one aight though
Yo, me and Cool V Dis dis dis gon' be dis gon' be our new single And when you hear this story you'll say it's aight though Yo yo yo yo Cool V, why don't you give me a cue One more cue, and then I'm ready to go in (Verse One) Don't you like when the winter's gone And all of a sudden it starts gettin warm The trees and the grass start lookin fresh And the sun and sky be lookin their best Birds be singin, flowers be bloomin A lot of brand new cars be zoomin Fly girls lookin the best they can be And the guys be dukey dukey Dan you see Besides all that I like the warm weather Cause that's when you can get yourself together But I like Easter time with a grin Cause when I was little we used to go to Coney I-sland We used to eat a lot of stuff like cotton candy Cause back then, it was like fine and dandy You used to get dressed up in double knits And your plaid suit jackets, they were the shits The good ol' days, was back then And the reason I reminisce, cause.. (Chorus: Biz sings - voice slowed down) It's spring again Everybody know it's spring again To the girls and boys and people above This is the time to fall in love (Verse Two) Now girls - have you ever broke up with your boyfriend And you felt that the world was comin to an end Sittin around the house poutin for no reason Just because you thought your man was skeezin For a couple of days, look gloomy and gray Thinkin about the ol' happy days All of a sudden, the telephone ring He beg for your forgiveness and you know what that brings Joy and happiness into your life Before you felt like your heart was stabbed by a knife I'm tellin you girls keep the man that you got 'Cause if he cheats you might need a V.D. shot You know two wrongs don't make a right And if he did something wrong don't do the same it's not polite Please don't make this breakin' up a trend, because... (Verse Three) Now fellas - have you ever met a girl that tried to front And wanted you to act like you was on the hunt I used to see my homeboys frown and fret For a girl that always tryin' to play hard to get I know I caught it myself I must admit And said anything you want you gotta work hard for it Me the diabolical be obsessed? And go after something that a girl possess? They're really owning yours like a pair of drawers They want you to be like Santa Claus They want drug dealers, and four-wheelers trucks, jewelery They expect me to steal, huh? Shee-aht, I know they must be buggin' They better hit the streets and do their own muggin' But in this case, you'll just over look her Send her on her way and say I can't help ya hooker |
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You're listenin to the grand groovin sounds Of the diabolical energetical B-I-Z Emmezah-A-Rrrah-K And this goes out to my DJ The cutmaster that no one cuts faster than C-double-oh-L V Drumroll V [Verse One] It's a different kind of sound that's in the air It's not shots, firecrackers, or a car that's there A little different noise for your listenin pleasure A sample from a record that's a four bar measure Adults think this music is just a big headache They think all this hard work, is just a piece of cake They must be buggin, right out of they socks Why don't they get up and try to do, the human beatbox Cause back in the days when there was just block parties A DJ would set up his equipment, and start these live performances, and DJ tricks A lot of different DJ's was on the mix It is a proven fact, music is a universal language From the tip of Long Island to the Verrezano Bridge We won awards and served them by the millions The more more years go by, the more we be killin 'em They said it's just a fad, it will never last a year All of a sudden, ten years later - "I hear music" [Chorus: Cool V scratches "I hear music" over and over] Cool V, give me a drum roll [Verse Two] I can't believe how hip-hop has progressed With more and more groups that have finesse We have groups on the East and West coast with different names We all play a part if we didn't we'd go in flames We all got to stick together as one But at the same time, still have fun Cause you don't wanna lose the love for the music When you have it keep it, and make use of it This is a lesson from the S-K Biz Cause nobody else is gonna tell yo |
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Goes around
What comes around goes around Sittin here reminiscin back to high school When everytime I see you, girl, you know that I drool Day-dreamin in class thinkin what would I say When I saw you, but you never looked my way It started freshman year and lasted straight to the 12th grade I have to give it to you, though, you was top-shelf, babe I asked myself time and time again: what was it About me that made me treat me like a buzzard I speak to you in the hall and you ignore me You keep walkin and talkin like you never saw me You didn't have to conversate with me, I can say that It woulda made my day if you just had waved back I used to buy you candy, lollypops and gum drops I even pack a extra-sandwich in my lunch box You're treatin me like dirt and everyone in the school knows You call me out my name and crack jokes on my school clothes If anyone could make you feel good, girl, I could But you give me that look like you don't wanna be bothered But that's okay, just keep on frontin, see Cause one day I'ma make it, and you'll be wantin me Been tryin hard ever since I graduated To make it big, and yes, I finally made it Been doin shows, videos and tv Now everywhere you go everybody knows me Now the tables have turned and now it's me you're hawkin Now I turn up my nose, and keep on walkin You see, ladies marvel me in clubs frequently And you make it your duty to come and speak to me Rememberin how she played me in the past Yeah, we can talk, I'm in a rush, please make it fast And we can start off with all the men you been with And don't come poppin that just-a-friend bit Remember how you used to diss me and play me out, how Come you got so much stuff to talk about now? The word's around town that you're on the money tip But sorry, I can't do nothin for ya, honey dip So pardon me as I make my way to the dancefloor And over to the bar because that's what I came for Cuties pamperin me with champagne and roses As I think to myself: thank God for showbiz! Everywhere I turn girlies throwin me rhythm Drinkin and thinkin who will be my victim Here comes that girl that used to diss me She whispers in my ear could she come home with me Yup, get your coat and we could shoot north Took her to the crib, and cold knocked her boots off After i got it, yo, I never did call back Thinkin how she used to front like she was all that It's a new game, and the odds are in my favor She caught the vapors and nothin could save her What comes around goes around You know what I'm talkin about What comes around goes around What comes around goes around What comes around goes around |
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(Biz Markie)
Huh? Yo this is funky! We gon' get down to the point And I'm just gonna say - I'd like to thank my man Rashad But we gon' get down like this, and you don't stop A twink-twinkle, a rock the house And my man Diamond Shell, a rock the house Can't forget my man Sal, rock the house, and Felle Fel, rock the house I can't forget, Capital, rock the house My man Capital T, will rock the house And to my man B, a rock the house, and my man Frankie, a rock the house I can't forget Doo G, rock the house and my man Cool V, a rocks the house y'all Ah to the beat y'all, you don't stop I'm Biz Markie with the funky sound and right about now, here's the countdown One.. two.. one, two, three (Chorus) Yo B take it from the top Yo B take it from the top (sayyy whaaaat?) Yo B take it from the top Yo B take it from the top (wellllllll) (Verse One) Well I demand respect, so everybody salute And by the way Backspin, is my attribute You may or may not, know who I am But frankly my dear.. I don't give a damn! You may know me from "Rockin' With Biz Markie" Or Shante, when she used to battle Sparky You might have seen in some videos with other folks Sittin on the bench while me and Biz was tellin mother jokes The meaning of my name some people may, try to guess Yes yes I'm fresh to the flesh, so let me manifest I make romance, I'm not a freelance I spin records; BITCH I don't breakdance! I scoop girls around the world that's what B does The name Backspin means that B was born.. as a creative, cut king Supreme poet, inferior to nothing Call me the teacher, since I'm the one who taught you (What's that?) Myyyyyyy DICK! (CAUGHT YOU!) I'm signin off because my rhyme's complete I say peace to Chancellor Avenue and Bergen Street (Chorus) Yo Cap take it from the top Yo Cap take it from the top (sayyy whaaaat?) Yo Cap take it from the top Yo Cap take it from the top (wellllllll) (Verse Two) Well get a grip and, yeah the Capital's rippin more than just a ordinary style, cold flippin Those that attempt to diss, or try to take this title away what? I think you better forget it Pit-pat this Jack, get off of the crack black It's the true fact, your record hit the pillow sack And now you're wonderin how make a comeback but don't make me laugh, your studio's a two-track Biz hits the bassline, then I rip the real line Together it's combined and designed to a master rhyme A little touch from Cool V himself An overnight process then it's ready for the shelves Perfect shit on wax is made Then bring it to the radio and let it get played There's no joke and only time to get fanatical So listen up or pay attention to the Capital I'm done with the rhyme for the time, so you can have 'em Aiyyo guys, why don't you throw somethin funky at 'em (Chorus) Yo Shell take it from the top Yo Shell take it from the top (sayyy whaaaat?) Yo Shell take it from the top Yo Shell take it from the top (wellllllll) (Verse Three) Y'all know me, as the Original D like to the I say with the A and hey bust this, M-O-N-D I grab the mic and recite rhymes in your left ear It's always def and different Never somethin from the previous years I'm quite slim, but rougher than a pair of Timbs The Diamond Shell will never trip stagger fall or bend I don't smoke and never ever have I drank no liquor Bein smooth keeps my rhyme style, that much quicker So yo hey chief, bust this technique of speak I'm feelin sheik and also rather unique I'm smooth as (?), you can't deny I'm innovative with style, and bound to hit primetime soon As I tour from Kalamazoo to the moon Give props to the rapper, the brother dresses Dapper than Dan cause I'm the man I'd like to make ya toes tap with the, funky type of flow, I'm smooth as a Lambo'- -Ghini I dream of Jeannie her hands on my jam So, once but not twice, this brother's precise When it comes to snakin girls I get as crooked as loaded dice Pullin women can't no man compete I nut 'em all from the Great Wall down to Wall Street So.. (Chorus) Yo Fell take it from the top Yo Fell take it from the top (sayyy whaaaat?) Yo Fell take it from the top Yo Fell take it from the top (wellllllll) (Verse Four: Force Fell) Ready for the riot I rip rap rapacious Crews don't slip you're payin penalty slashes Clashes crashed, but I crash ass or ravish the mic, and then I'ma pass all Hard to handle run a gamble like Vegas But I never lost the force be runnin wages of pages, and pages, biters think I'm cajun spice cause I'm so nice and eighteen is my age is Rappers crumble when I tackle they crackle I ramshackle Don't even know why they waste time on the pack'll of nine cause my rhymes do 'em in like rifles Stress the word, so you know I live trifle MC's, metamorphosize to digest days from a faze and my praise is like a rajah I reckon, that crews that step over this way think life is a game and they just too pissed to play Some say, on mics I'm a master A snatcher, a catcher, a very well matcher But crews better know that I hit like after, effects who's next I wreck from now til then And then when the then comes, I'ma go hit again like rat-a-tat-tat of the tickedy eatin dick-er whore So every move I make I make sure, it's riggydiggyraw Biz (Verse Five) Mar, kie the original Everytime I see V, yo I got material I was just kickin funky records for you cause I'm down with the rhythm of a, ah one chk two Singin, on records, I get respected It don't matter to me cause you know that I'm connected with B-M-V Biz Mark and Vaughn Down to wreck collect and then jet, to the break of dawn Discombobulate, sentence ain't complete unless I go {*beatbox*} AHH AHH AHH UHH {*cough*} on beat Zip-zop-a-zigga-lah, zagga-zucka-zaii No matter what I say, I always come out fly because my records get respected as I like jettin You will agree it's me, cause you know I'm inventin a different kind of rhythm of rhymin state That's why you like everything I create "Pickin' Boogers", "The Vapors", "Just a Friend" That's just some of the things you can comprehend So just check it, MC's wreck it You listen to the Biz Markie, don't disrespect it Just listen! |
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"Huh huh huh, now what was I to do?
She's crying over me and she was feeling blue, I said" - Slick Rick (Repeat 4x) I was walking down the street, just a minding my biz I saw this young lady, the ultimate She had a pair of jugs that was so fine Then I took a look at that behind 36-24-36, I looked to her and I said "I need a fix" I asked her the same blahzay, blahzay Her name, where she live, and how much she weigh I got her digits and gave her my 1-800 beeper number You can leave a message under the name of Rhumba I know you're bugging off, then I will be too But every time she be walking, she turns the heads of the crew Word is bond, I wouldn't be messing With this girl if I knew she was an adolescent To all the guys over 21, here's the news: It's the hip-hop version of the Young Girl Bluez "Huh huh huh, now what was I to do? She's crying over me and she was feeling blue, I said" (Repeat 4x) As the story goes on, I get a little deeper I got a strange message on my 1-800 beeper Call my looney, crazy, psychotic or dumb But I got a good message from a girl named Rum Come and get me from Mickey D's at 8 That's where I work after school, pick me up for a date I was so excited that she called my pager But never thought to ask if she was a teenager She mentioned going to school, but I didn't think it was high If you saw what I saw, then you know why You wouldn't believe or even think of A bird like that could be a dove I picked her up in my Lexus coupe Only God knows what I'm doing is an oof Am I robbing a cradle? I'm very confused I'm stuck in the middle of the Young Girl Bluez "Huh huh huh, now what was I to do? She's crying over me and she was feeling blue, I said" (Repeat 4x) Now I was seeing her for about half a year Everything was fine and dandy without shedding a tear Age ain't nothing but a number, that's what Chi-Ali said Okay then why don't you get that through the judge's head Proceeding along, I must have to say It was coming very close to her birthday I asked "What do you want?" She said "A pair of earrings" I never knew what an avalanche the future brings Her birthday came and she gave a party I arrive kind of late to the place to be People was excited for seeing my face If my mother ever knew I would be a disgrace "How old are you now?" to Rhumba-reen I was in shock when they screamed "Sixteen!" I felt like falling apart when I heard the news This is the never-ending saga of the Young Girl Bluez! "Huh huh huh, now what was I to do? She's crying over me and she was feeling blue, I said" (Repeat 4x) |
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