| Lately boy, your head ain’t right
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| And nothing seems to thrill you
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| Word on the streets is
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| No sex no more 'cause, it’ll kill you
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| You touch, she bites
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| You push, she shoves
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| Then she yells in your ear
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| No glove, no love
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| Oh, it’ll ruin the mood
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| But you know she’s right
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| When the big head stops and the little head talks
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| You better learn how to walk the walk
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| As far as I can see
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| It’s really no big mystery
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| It’s the same old story
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| No ring, no gets
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| It ain’t the boat you float
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| It’s the motion in the ocean and I quote:
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| Before you start pumping that fuel out your jet
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| No ring, no gets
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| (Got) This feeling coming over you
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| It’s a very frustrating emotion
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| You keep thinking your smooth
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| Start making your move
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| But your lady starts causin' commotion
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| You’d like to round the bases
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| You know that’s for sure
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| Cause Miss Palm and her five sisters just
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| Don’t cut it no more
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| You know tonight you’d like to fly her kite
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| But the wind ain’t blowing you got that right
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| Woman hold the lock
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| A man’s known that for years
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| You’re burning up inside to insert that key
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| Could bring a man to tears
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| Your gun is loaded
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| You got her right in sight
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| About to pull your trigger
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| When the girl puts out the lights
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| But keep your cool don’t make a scene
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| Cause her?
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| Chorus (2x's)
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| Don’t you want my (repeat).
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| Spoken: Shut Up! |