You don't know, you don't know the pain, man Hey, Mickey! Oh, Mickey, you're so fine! So fine, you blow my mind Oh, Mickey, you're so fine! So fine, you, uh, uh Oh, oh, Mickey, you're so fine! So fine, you blow my mind Oh, Mickey, you're so fine! So fine, you blow my mind
Met this boy named Mickey, he had on some yellow Dickies I knew he was a hubby 'cause his neck had hella hickies I said "It's nice to meet you," shook his hand and it was sticky I looked into his eyes and then that's when it hit me, I said Oh, Mickey, you're so fine! So fine, you blow my mind! I just might let you come into my life and waste my time I don't see no other man, boy, you done turned me blind You make me deaf 'cause I believe you even when you lyin'
Never met a nigga like this (never met a nigga like this) Make a bitch wanna cash in all her chips (wanna cash in all her chips) Tell my friends I'll see ya later girl I gotta dip (I'll see ya later girl I gotta dip) 'Cause I gotta meeting with a man in ten (meeting with a man in ten)
But I call him Richard He's richer than Bill Gates, excuse me, wetter than Superior Lake Takes me on hundred-thousand-dollar dates And I don't even have to give him cake He just call me baby, he don't call me Tate He whip up that white girl he beating, okay I just might marry that nigga today, but then I found out that Mickey was gay, uh
Oh, Mickey, you're so fine! Oh, Mickey, you're so fine! So fine, you blow my mind Oh, oh, Mickey, you're so fine! So fine, you blow my mind Oh, Mickey, you're so fine! So fine, you blow my mind Hey, Mickey Hey, Mickey Hey, Mickey Hey, Mickey Hey, MickeyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
