[Instrumental]
Alright
Let me tell you my story
I got a man sized
Tryin' to say I'm sorry, didn't mean to break your
You better listen up
Since you screwed me you've been on
I got a body built for sin and an appetite
Who cares, I'm in a trance, I got no hope,
Got no manners
And I'm not too clean
But I know what
Well, my mind is gettin' dirty
Yeah, around eleven-thirty, uh huh
I
I lived most of my life in New York City
Born
I wanna take you down
Until the mornin' light
Why don't you
I was there through the ages, chained slaves to their