Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Tally, artist - Mona. Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Song language: English
The Tally |
| She’s so young, she calling me mister |
| Got those eyes just like her sister |
| Hey, we just trying to get by |
| She’s so young, she calling me mister |
| Got those eyes just like her sister |
| Hey, we just trying to get by |
| The weather here in the south’s getting hotter |
| Don’t you come, why even bother? |
| Hey 'cause we’re doing fine |
| I got you on the phone |
| Trying to get some play |
| Taking you home, all nights, all days |
| And I say that it’s all the same |
| There you go, drawing your curtain |
| On you, I’ma put up a hurting |
| Hey 'cause you’re mine |
| She call me boo when she getting frisky |
| I’m shooting the cinnamon whiskey |
| Hey 'cause I’m on fire |
| I got you on the phone |
| Trying to get some play |
| Taking you home, all nights, all days |
| And I say that it’s all the same |
| She gonna take your money |
| She gonna take your pride |
| She gonna leave you lonely |
| She’s gonna leave your side |
| She gonna take your money |
| She gonna take your pride |
| She gonna leave you lonely |
| She gonna drive you wild |
| There you go out to the tally |
| Feel you up out in the alley |
| Hey, just another night |