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Cindy White

 

Cindy White

(album: Sunday Brunch - 2017)


Mother, you're nothing like your mama said you'd be
Why do I bother, this high is getting the best of me

Don't you deny
You made me choose, you made me choose
And all the times
All the things you made do, made me do

Cause that bitch Cindy White's keeping me up
That's what she likes getting you off

Yeah you, were all the rage of '89
What I'd do to you, doesn't compare
To how you never keep me in line

Don't you deny
You made me choose, you made me choose
And all the times
All the things you made do, made me do

Cause that bitch Cindy White's keeping me up
That's what she likes getting you off
She sends me home every night
Cause that's what she likes, she's Cindy White

Keeping me up
Getting you off
Every night
Getting you off

(Mother, you're nothing like your mama said you'd be)
Cause that bitch Cindy White's... keeping me up
That's what she likes getting you off
She sends me home every night
Cause that's what she likes, she's Cindy White

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