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Aerosmith
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Mother Popcorn / Draw the Line
(Look out!) 'We're gonna bring somebody Up on stage now with us. A Mr David Woodford. Gonna blow some sax, yeah'
(Watch this man!)
Some like 'em short Some like 'em tall Some like 'em thin Skinny legs and all I like 'em buttered I like 'em proud Now when they walk They know they draw a crowd
See, well you gotta have a mother for me Watcha say, whatcha say... See, well you gotta have a mother for me One more, gimme, gimme See, well you gotta have a mother for me
Popcorn, popcorn Cheese cake, cheese cake (Uh! you heard it) Hun' I can't see ya There ya baby! Listen here
Some like 'em short, some like 'em tall Some like 'em thin, skinny legs and all I like 'em buttered, I like 'em proud And when they walk, you know they'll draw a crowd
See, well, you gotta have a mother for me See, well, you gotta have a mother for me See, well, you gotta have a mother for me See, well, you gotta have a mother for me Said you gotta have a mother for me Said you gotta have a mother for me And you gotta have a mother for me Gotta have a mother, Said you gotta have, said you gotta have, Said you gotta have, said you gotta have
She got to give just what she got To get just what she wants She got to give just what she got Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com To get just what she wants She got to give just what she got To get just what she wants What it is, what it is, just what it is
See, well, you gotta have a mother for me See, well, you gotta have a mother for me See, well, you gotta have a mother for me Let's get outta here
See, well, you gotta have a mother for me Gotta have a mother for me Gotta have a mother for me Said you gotta have a mother, gotta have a mother Said ya gotta have, gotta have
Honey, you gotta have a mother for me
Checkmate honey, beat ya at your own damn game no dice honey, I'm livin' on the astral plane feet's on the ground, and your head's goin' down the drain oh, heads I win, tails you lose, to the never mind where to draw the line
An Indian summer, Carrie was all over the floor she was a wet net winner, and rarely ever left the store she'd sing and dance all night, and wrong all the right out of me oh, pass me the vile and cross your fingers, it don't take time nowhere to draw the line
Hi ho silver, we were singin' all your cowboy songs oh, you told Carrie, and promised her you wouldn't be long heads I win, tails you lose, lord it's such a crime no dice honey, you're the salt, you're the queen of the brine checkmate honey, you're the only one who's got to choose where to draw the line
Checkmate, don't be late take another pull that's right impossible when you got to be yourself you're the boss, the toss the price, the dice grab yourself a slice nowhere to draw the line
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