At T Lyrics
Maybe somone’s gonna save meMy heart is made of gravyAnd the laps I swim from lunatics don’t countOpen up your stockingPull out all the things you never wanted’til room service callsRoom service callsOpen up your hands and let me see the things you keep in thereI want to split up fifty-fiftyThat’s the way we do it in this rogue’s townI’ve got all the glory in the worldAnd I hope it doesn’t floor you before you goRoom service callsIn the random falls -- go!Whenever (x6) eve eve ever I feel fineI’m gonna walk awayFrom all this, all that.The groovy groovy kitty and little little pityWith your slipshed (? ) watch in backAnd skinny skinny people don’t like thatWhen you call on themSpell me.Spritzer on ice in new york cityIsn’t it a pity? You never had anything to mix with thatListen to the tender behind the open chest in the hallRoom service callsI’m blue ’n green, green and blue-ooooWhenever (x4) ne ne ne ne never hoI feel fi-i-ine, I’ll walk the plank for youI’ll walk the plankI wore your ? plank? for you in the d-d-d-d-darkOf the captain (seder row? )Jacob, jacob javitz, I’d like to thank you for everythingPrimarily your glass houseI’m workin’ the ballin’ stores ’nI’m cashmir wrap sellin’Come along lads, join hands, 1. 2. 3. go! (guess, levis, guess, levis)WhaaaahahaahahooohoaoohooThe story it goes and aDistorted ghostDistorted ghost
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