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Mr T Experience Just Your Way Of Saying No

blue you hit me with your shoe and then I realize you look through different eyes and then I realize it's just your way of saying no I ask am I your

your glove I ask do you feel blue you hit me with your shoe and then I realize you look through different eyes and then I realize it's just your way of saying

better know me, Because we ain't letting the bullshit slide no more. Do your wear nigga and kick in your front door, To let you know we can't take no

and gentlemen Step right up Right this way There is no wait We don't waste your time So little to pay Just one thin dime Gains you admission To my odditorium

down I don't know how I'm breaking out. Don't touch don't probe and lead me not into temptation 'cause I might explode Don't do anything cause I'm just way way way way

once and for all; Clear my wheels, I don't care who fall - fall: (Too much mix-up - mix-up!) --- Guitar solo --- Hey! Mr. Music, why don't you wanna play? Don't

once and for all; Clear my wheels, I don't care who fall - fall: (Too much mix-up - mix-up!) --- Guitar solo --- Hey! Mr. Music, why don't you wanna play? Don't

wheels once and for all; Clear my wheels, I don't care who fall - fall: (Too much mix-up - mix-up!) --- Guitar solo --- Hey! Mr. Music, why don't you wanna play? Don't

once and for all; Clear my wheels, I don't care who fall - fall: (Too much mix-up - mix-up!) --- Guitar solo --- Hey! Mr. Music, why don't you wanna play? Don't