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Myster Juice
She won't speak to me
Won't speak
And it's all my own fault
Baby i'm afraid to let you know
They stole the show & towed the rowboat
Though slow
We're on the go like rabbits in the snow
Baby i'm a lonely kind of man
Like a rapper with a forty in his hand
I can't stand
When you talk about that other man
Every day i watch the tv shows
It's getting so i know the shows hosts
I don't boast
Maybe i should try & make the most
I'm always biting more than i can chew
To lose the blues i choose to flew the coop
Who knew?
Is it news that you were out the loop?
Dreaming is a singing of the mind
And taste is like seeing to the blind
