Baby, baby, why are you tired?
Feeling sorry, what did you say?
Down the rag, I told her, then don't want to hear you cry again
Dear heart, dear heart
Tell me, tell me, what's the reason?
Dear heart, dear heart
Tell me, tell me, what's the reason?
You know she went to see the doctor
And then she read a magazine
Forget the book, I told her, then don't want to hear about the book again
Dear heart, dear heart
Tell me, tell me, what's the reason?
Dear heart, dear heart
Tell me, tell me, what's the reason?
There was a picture on the story
That showed a young sophisticated
Who falls in love with pages
Played out
With some aggressive agitator
And by and by he becomes a hater
Cause she don't shave her underarms
And he can't go for that
Cause he's a young sophisticated
Baby, baby, why are you crying?
It made me wonder what you said
Forget that book, I told her, then don't want to hear about the book again
Dear heart, dear heart
Tell me, tell me, what's the reason?
Dear heart, dear heart
Tell me, tell me, what's the reason?
Would you still love me if your hair grew?
On down the side of my kimono
Well, of course I would
It might be if
If it is not for you to trip
Dear heart, dear heart
Alright, yay, the bad rola
Dear heart, dear heart
Made it, a cheap aroma
Dear heart, dear heart
Alright, ya-dee-ya
Alright, yee-yah, yah-yah, yah-yah, yah
Alright, yee-yah, yah-yah, yah-yah, yah-yah, yah-yah
Alright, yee-yah, yah-yah, yah-yah, yah-yah, yah-yah




A butt scissor robot.
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