Right, babyRight, babyRight, babyYeah, did you think brought all the girls outside?You'll see when the doves just don't flyThey all work for the version I createdCal the 40s, manYou throwing up for the open, manMust be yours, can't be mineEverything except the heartbeats, manYou did a cool one around the phone lineIt's scary, you don't wanna come outsideMom said don't even rattle them twiceI put the keys next to the J-RiceThere's Fowler and Coke, but I prefer SpriteNow everything's lightTop of the league in blue lightI wish there was no blue lightsMaybe there'd be blue skiesAnd then let me do a takeover, that oneAnd then let me do a takeover, that one
