Well your momma. Your momma well she says she¡¯s alright,
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You know she just don¡¯t care.
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Livin alone in a big dome light Feelin the breeze in her hair,
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Well won¡¯t cha comma,
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A babble on, A won¡¯t cha come along
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babble on, come along, a babble on
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won¡¯t cha come along, cause we¡¯re
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Livin a land of Virtual Reality,
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Ooh & my baby¡¯s at home in bed,
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Ooh well & I¡¯m alone in my head
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She long for my wicked wind my lover
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long for my stare, She long for my lady right,
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Woman please don¡¯t bite my stare,
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my stare, but comma momma babble on,
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Won¡¯t cha come along
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well Babble on, come along,
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a Babble on, won¡¯t cha come along, cause we¡¯re
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Livin in a land of virtual reality
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Ooh & my baby¡¯s at home in bed,
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Ooh well & I¡¯m alone in my head
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She long for my wicked wind,
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My lover long for my stare,
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She long for my lady right,
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woman please don¡¯t bite my care,
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my care, But comma momma babble on,
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won¡¯t cha come along...
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(c) 2002 Island Def Jam Music Group
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