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Mickey Avalon

Mr. Right

 

Mr. Right

(الألبوم: Mickey Avalon - 2006)


Who that dude sleeping with ya girlfriend
Getting nude and rude in your bed
Same dude that your sister like
Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right

Who that man in the black Sedan
With two cheap hookers and a Mexican
Pumping white lines, sipping warm Coors Light
Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right

Stab on the ave, on the back of green grass
Young teen on the scene, no future, no past
I don't know nothing 'bout nothing so don't ask nothing
'Cause I only be talking out my ass

Something smells fishy and I don't know what
But I got a hunch it's your lady
I'm little bit country and a little bit punk
I got a pistol named Sunny that whistles when he's rubbed
The wrong way, Mickey Avalon song playing
Strippers so sip some asti spumanti with Dante Alighieri
I seen a better day
Wine, and cheese, fine ladies, and lemonade
Getting paid for rhymes like these
And I never even learned to say my ABC's
With ADD I rock the beat
Like AC/DC, deeds done cheep

Who that dude sleeping with ya girlfriend
Getting nude and rude in your bed
Same dude that your sister like
Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right

Who that man in the black Sedan
With two cheap hookers and a Mexican
Pumping white lines, sipping warm Coors Light
Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right

Radio can't wait to play me
From K-Rock in L.A. to rooftops in Haiti
Hey baby, he's Mr. Wrong
And maybe you should listen to the words in this song
Bird on a wire, your skirt's on fire
Now please take a moment to admire my attire
Fresh white valleys and pink tube socks
Tight gray Levi's and shirts with polka dots
Rolex watch but it's fake
Gold gazelle glasses and a platinum chain
But it's fake, like your tits
And your eyes, and your nose, and your lips, and your braids
The glitz in LA got me ready to play
Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, any day
Every night on the Strip I slip and slide
I'm that guy, call me Mr. Right

Who that dude sleeping with ya girlfriend
Getting nude and rude in your bed
Same dude that your sister like
Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right

Who that man in the black Sedan
With two cheap hookers and a Mexican
Pumping white lines, sipping warm Coors Light
Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right

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