Bama Lama Bama Loo
Gotta girl named Lucinda
They call
Thank you for the days
Those endless days those sacred
I can't believe the things I've seen
I wonder bout
Her lips are sweet
Her legs are big
Her looks
I once held her
In my arms
She said she
The night we met
The night that I won't forget
You better leave my kitten all alone (x2)
Well I tell
What is it that brings you to this part of
Let's go out on the town tonight
My pockets are
If I got on my knees and I pleaded with
You push me when I'm falling
And then you put
It's hurting me
It's hurting me
This doubt is hurting
Sure you haven't got the wrong number
Sure it's me
Step inside love, let me find you a place
Where
People talkin', tryin' to break us up
Why don't they
How many wrinkles in a pickle
How many hairs in
The very thought of you
And I forget to do
