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Oh I'm going with Darlene in a tragical part of the night, |
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but I wish she would bring me a place of morning spectacular life, |
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make it last just a few, brother's knew, brother's lovers proclaim, |
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down at the subway station, just a few brother's mother's remain, |
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oh help the children, |
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Down at the television station momma, |
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your bored, getting tired, |
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but baby you ain't trying to warn me that the macro-D getting fired, |
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just like those bored down now second old cures, |
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that we said, hubba hubba, |
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just like that funny little lady momma, |
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tidy and clean, just like butter, |
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yeah. |
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Oh everybody no no no Nat King Cole, |
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no no no Nat King Cole |
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no no Nat no no Nat no no Nat King Cole, |
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baby, |
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your giving birth to a jealous lover, baby |
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the situation is out of your hands momma, |
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a funny little lady, and Johnny laid a flower, |
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they gonna get me momma, |
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going home now yeah. |
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Now I've been monkey-ing around, but a beat, bobbing free-wheeling guy, |
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but this lean Adam Green found this motel is how I get by, |
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I got a hole in my berol Cheryl, |
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she let me out in the cold, |
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I got a hundred one fever momma, |
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should not be acting so old, |
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she acted so old now yeah, |
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Woooo, break it down now, |
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Nat King Cole, Nat King Cole, |
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Nat King Cole, Nat King Cole, |
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Nat King Cole, Nat King Cole. |
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Nat King Cole |
