Red light mama looking for a ride There's fire in your loins but you're cold inside Quiet to the world, that your nights are free At 50 cents a time understandably It don't make it
Now, I don't expect you to take my advice But you can make it easy, just review the price Cause you're looking awful pretty, and twice as nice to know Let's get it on, peel it off
Now, where's your cousin Ruby with her jet hot lips She got lifesaver boobs and 42" hips Some kind of monster Those alligator slippers, and thigh-high boots She works from east to west and deals in blue-veined flutes It's boogity-boogity
We know that she's a hustler and she's built like a tank Wears hairnets in her armpits and her breath is rank She gotta swelled belly and there's money in her bank
Red light mama, red hot Can't you see what you've got Red light mama, red hot Don't you know what you've got
Get it off
I heard about your sister down in Tennessee In between the sheets she's making history And don't we want her Your mother's still in Memphis on a cocaine farm There's no place left to shoot it in that thing she calls an arm
There ain't no backing out when you're born to lose You take it as you find it and you pay your dues She could've made her fortune if she'd stayed and played the blues
Red light mama, red hot Can't you see what you've got Red light mama, red hot Don't you know what you've gotTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
