Now everyone is goin' out, but I'm stayin' in You see I gotta nurse my lonely heart, with the mini bar gin It's not that my baby is mad at me, no, for doin' something wrong It's just that I'm so far, far away from her, and I've been here for so long
So won't you please try and understand that we ain't that kind of band You choose and you choose, baby and sometimes end up with the mini bar blues
Now love thy neighbour and the children they flock The suckers that shwag me baby are suckers that I Glock See I'm the fire hose, and everybody knows, that I'll knock you down and kick that ass So when I go out on the town, straight out the ground I ain't lookin' to get on down, it's just one of them things that see, me and the fellas, sipping on some Heinekens, if you know what I'm trying to express through my music
So won't you please try and understand that we ain't that kind of band You choose and you choose, baby and sometimes end up with the mini bar bluesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
