| Vincentian Doreen
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| When she say 'no' is 'yes' she mean
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| Vincentian Doreen
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| When she say 'no' is 'yes' she mean
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| «No, No, No,» she say when I beg she
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| Still she spend the night in me batchie
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| Come back to me the evening
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| Tears in she eyes and she complaining
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| Come go talk to Mama
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| Come go talk to Papa
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| I wake up with one bad feeling
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| All day long I vomiting
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| Come go talk to Mama
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| I started studying
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| What kind of confusion I in
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| She give everybody
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| Who ain’t get is who ain’t ask she
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| She must be find a living too easy
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| That is why she trying to trap me
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| So she ugly, so she repulsive
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| Telling me to find place for she to live
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| Come go talk to Mama
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| Come go talk to Papa
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| I wake up with one bad feeling
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| All day long I vomiting
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| Come go talk to Mama
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| Wepsee mama!
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| You losing your damn mind
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| I stupid but I sure ain’t blind
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| Every man around here
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| Know you have a blasted thoroughfare
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| You can’t fool me, I know you pretending
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| How is now you getting bad feeling
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| An old mule like you, Doreen
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| If you feeling bad, you stomach ain’t clean
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| Come go talk to Mama
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| Come go talk to Papa — what?!
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| I wake up with one bad feeling
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| All day long I vomiting
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| Come go talk to Mama
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| Wepsee!
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| What is the matter?
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| Why must I go to your father?
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| I ain’t want married
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| Don’t ever I so stupid
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| Everybody know how you 'fraid water
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| But if you bathe you smell little better
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| You breath so high, you mouth full of coo coo
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| It’s your own saliva upsetting you
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| Come go talk to Mama
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| Come go talk to Papa
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| I wake up with one bad feeling
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| All day long I vomiting
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| Come go talk to Mama |