| Hello and hallelujah for the Wheel of Fortune
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| Thank God they got a selection of men they can auction
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| Be him black be him white
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| Rude, stink or polite
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| They got catalogue you know
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| Honey Dips hold tight
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| Form a line form a line
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| Behind me U know what I’m sayin'
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| I bin waiting since last year child I’m not playin'
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| Imo find myself somebody if it takes all week
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| Find me a piece of butt and no longer will I seek
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| First off I got a drug dealer
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| A heart stealer
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| Bucks hangin' out his butt
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| To him it was no big deal
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| Bought me this bought me that
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| Tried to spread me forget that
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| My name was not Country Crock
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| You big Spock-looking muskrat
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| Having money don’t make you God
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| Find yourself a hole for you to stick your rod
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| No no no we can’t be lovers
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| No no no we can’t be friends
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| Only one thing left to do
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| Have to spin again
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| The second was a bum crumb
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| Nothing having mug
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| Personality OK but face looking like a pug
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| He said «Come over to my house and watch movies»
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| I said who me so that you can do me
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| Not that I would but at least the dealer would have paid
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| You don’t want to spend no money and you wanna get laid
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| Back off!
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| Here’s a dollar and the deal
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| Treat yourself to White Castle’s
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| For me it’s back to the wheel
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| The third was a white collar working in Manhattan
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| When he walked when he talked
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| When he ate there was a pattern
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| He tried to change the way I dressed and I talked
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| Showing me the difference
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| In the different types of forks
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| I said «hey Mr. Connoiseur, you can stuff it»
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| You gotta love me for me or love nothin'
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| Take your forks and shove 'em all
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| Where the sun don’t shine
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| And I’m back to spin the wheel just one more time
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| The final was a cop from up the block
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| The type that catches kids
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| From picking next door neighbor’s locks
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| He liked to keep tabs
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| Don’t you know he was a psycho
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| He also liked to hit
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| I said well now it’s time that I go
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| I said don’t touch me you might lose your nutz
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| I’ll stick 'em in a pickle jar and wouldn’t give a butt
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| Keep your hands to yourself if you know what I’m sayin'
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| There’s a knife in my bag
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| Brother man I’m not playin' ya know
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| There you go there you have it
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| Wheel of fortune didn’t work
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| Instead of meetin' gentlemen I met a bunch of jerks
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| One wid too much money the other not a cent
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| One too snobby and the other had no sense
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| I guess for Monie it’s right back to the drawling board
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| How long will it be before I actually score
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| I gotta find somebody to unleash all this affection
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| I know what Imo do
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| I think I’ll try the Love Connection |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wheel of Fortune , by - Monie Love. Song from the album In a Word or 2, in the genre Соул