| Well the works whistle blew at a half past five o’clock
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| I saw the red light at the corner, man I never tried to stop
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| I got pulled over by a man in blue, he said what you thinking you’re
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| Tryin’a do?
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| I told him 'bout my baby and he let me go, thanks a lot
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| I got invited to a party at a high class hollywood pool
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| There were women all around me, man I began to drool
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| I weighed the evidence in hand, I said girls you got to understand
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| Since I met my baby I’ve been living by the golden rule
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| Ain’t nobody gonna make me shout
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| Ain’t nobody gonna put me out
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| Ain’t nobody gonna make me do like my sweet little lisa does
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| Ain’t nobody gonna make me sing
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| Make me do the wrong damn thing
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| Sticking my head in a cold cold stream, like my sweet little lisa does
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| I was pulling out of dallas, got pulled over by a debutante
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| She was playing with her keys, she thought I was acting kinda nonchalant
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| She said she’d take me up to her room, and keep me
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| I’ve got a sweet sugar mama give me everything I want
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| Ain’t nobody gonna make me shout
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| Ain’t nobody gonna put me out
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| Ain’t nobody gonna make me do like my sweet little lisa does
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| Ain’t nobody gonna make me sing
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| Make me do the wrong damn thing
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| Sticking my head in a cold cold stream, like my sweet little lisa does |