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[Milk] |
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I, always hated hickeys all around my neck |
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But it was feelin pretty good so what, the heck |
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The hickey went on, and I went home |
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I tried to brush it off then I used a comb |
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The comb didn't work it got bigger, and redder |
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Giz said, "Yo Milk man you shouldn'ta let her" |
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But I did Giz, and now I gotta get it off |
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I tried lotion but it just got soft |
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The hours went on, and on, and on |
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Man - I wish the hickey was gone |
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But it wasn't, and, my girl was comin over |
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I needed a plan, to try to get over |
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So I called King of Chill I said, "What's up man? |
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Got a hickey on my neck, I need a plan" |
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He said, "Yo Milk why don't you bust a turtleneck?" |
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I said that's wack but what, the heck |
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I ran to my room but I couldn't find one |
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Then like Star Trek, _The Search_ begun |
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I ran through my house from the bottom to the top |
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I got a bright idea, I'll ask pop |
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I ran to dad, I said, "What's up D? |
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I need a turtleneck, to cover this hickey" |
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He said, "Oh son that just won't work; |
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you'll feel real hot and you'll look like a jerk" |
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I said, "Okay - then what's your advice?" |
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He said, "Go into the freezer, and get a piece of ice" |
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I said a piece of ice, to put on my neck? |
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It sounds real cold but what, the heck |
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I went into the freezer, and did what he said |
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I hope it would 'ork, or else I'd be dead |
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I put the ice on and I waited, and waited |
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The hickey was gone - it faded, it faded |
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The time was then for my girl to appear |
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At the count of three, what did I hear? |
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One.. {*scratch*}.. two {*scratch*} three |
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It was the bell, as you can tell |
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As I opened the door, my eyes did swell |
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As I, saw somethin I thought I never would see |
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My girl chillin there with a great big hickey |
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I punched her in the mouth her lip I did wreck |
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That's how I felt so what, the heck? |
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What, the heck? |
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(*dub instrumental of entire song repeats, minus Milk vocals*) |
