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James Boom Boom

Somehow the season Always brings a picture of you Baby boom baby Holding on for everything you figured you're due Little turtleneck girl the moon on

No messing with a sense of humour Will see you through scrapes And all shapes of clouds We?re late we should have got here sooner You can?t rush fate

: Somehow the season always brings a picture of you, baby boom baby. Holding on for everything you figured you're due, little turtleneck girl. The moon

Somehow the season always brings a picture of you, baby boom baby. Holding on for everything you figured you're due, little turtleneck girl. The moon

's handle that In two-to-six hours, We'll meet back here and regroup Now let's shoop Roll up to her crib with some Bartles & James Hop off the bus with

"bow!" Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go "bow!" See him standing on the furniture doing his thing Tell the club owner, fuck yo' crouch, Rick James

bet I bust, I bet I bust Matter of fact, gimme 15 minutes and a bag of bud, I bet I bust Drive around parkin' center, the king from Atlanta The room with the boom

thing go pop everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop you see him standing on the furniture doing his thing tell the club owner, fuck yo' crouch, Rick James

in the house, Carolina's in the house Yoo-hoo watch the birdie, while Red wreck your brains early If rap was B-Ball, I'd have assists like James Worthy