token of your flirtation Nothing more than a description You're just a guy, just a kid from a place where your philosophy is a catastrophe Wake up split lip
about 13 where the hell is mom, where the hell is pop get a razor blade this has gotta stop {dirt lip shave it off dirt lip it's gotta stop dirt lip just
lip Well, I'm still talking about what I can't get With both hands around your hips I can make you believe That you, you're biting your lower lip Well
(young - young) Get ready You think your kinda tough You're walkin' kinda rough When you want any more You go fast wo' wo' wo' Things go tough And you
Wooo When I see a pretty woman You know it give me a thrill And she's tailor made to order You know I can't stand still And you won't need a doctor '
(young - young) I got a big fat cadillac built for you I got a honk that'll blow the avenue Got a hot dog kickin' all bend my thing Got a a sugar looking
(young - young) Oh yeah Well there be no words of fighting around here 'cause nothin' don't matter 'cause it ain't clear Well it could be on a monday
(young - young) I look at my watch to find out the right time of the day I look at her libido hey hey hey I gotta get up and climb her, to roll her on
York City I feel safe in New York City All over the city and all of the dives Don't mess with this place, it'll eat you alive Got a lip smackin' honey
upper lip) (Stiff upper lip) Yeah I got a (stiff upper lip) Stiff upper lip Stiff upper lip I got a stiff upper lip I got a stiff upper lip Stiff upper lip Stiff upper lip
yeah oh yeah yeah yeah Don't you give me no line Better run if you can Just like a thorn in my side So don't give me no Don't you give me no Don't
She make the place a jumpin' The way she move around She like a romp and rollin' That when she get it out And when she start a rockin' She bring me to
(young - young) Humdinger Bell ringer Got a nasty stinger To slow you down Mud slinger Gold digger Who point the finger And do you down Kickin' and a
Pickin' up the sleeze in my car Hell no distance too far ??? down the road in the night Don't just call me, I'll bite [don't you scold me, I'll bite]
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lip child You'll be someone dead You're breakin' outta my lovin' You'd better stop You'll be sorry, you'll be sorry You'll be sorry, no more lip No lip No lip
to keep him Those halfwits have to check their pulse and make sure they are breathing 'Cause they're lip reading, they're lip reading Lip reading, they're lip