[Lyte]Ready? [guy]No. [Lyte]Oh! [Lyte] *whistling Scrappy Doo* Puppy, power! [Lyte] *beatboxing like a pro* [guy]Okay, hello! [Lyte]Watch your drin.. WHAT? Watch your drink! No no.. I think I'm too late, am I too late?
Hit it! I'm coolin in the sun, on a beach in the cabana Sippin on some vodka in a glass with Tropicana I'm chillin and I'm chompin on a turkey shish-ka-bob Too far from work to hear the phone ring at the job Men in bikinis, G-strings should I say Waitin for the daddy-LONG-one to come my way Here he comes now, I feel I start to sweat Blunder but I wonder just how wet will I get He offers me his hand, of COURSE you know I take it Until he tells me that he wants to swim a little naked My eyes are bulgin, I black out, damn it's black as tar Woke up I don't know when, sittin at the bar I know it's hard to follow, the story's kinda tricky What I didn't know was somebody slipped a Mickey into my drink, which caused a fantasy and somehow slapped me back into reality! Wish I had another Mickey I'd go back for a quickie Find the daddy-long-one that was SURELY tryin to get me This just goes to show, you must stop and think When you're out partyin, never leave your drink.. WORD!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
