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Artist: Mickey Avalon
Album: Mickey Avalon (2006)
Song: Mr. Right
Country: USA
Hits: 106195
Rating: 3.47
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Mr. Right lyrics
Who that dude sleepin' with ya girlfriend
Gettin' nude and rude in your bed
Same dude that your sista like
Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right
Who that man in the black Sedan
With two cheap hookers and a Mexican
Puffin' white lines, sippin' warm Coors light
Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right
Stab on the Ave., a bag of green grass
Young teen on the scene, no future, no past
I don't know nothing 'bout nothing so don't ask nothing
'Cause I only be talkin' out my ass
Somethin' smells fishy and I don't know what
But I got a hunch it's your lady
I'm little bit country and a little bit punk
I got a Pistol named Sunny that whisltes when he's rubbed
The wrong way
Mickey Avalon song playing
Strip up, so stiffs up, I stay for my taste with Dontay Illiterate, I seen a better day
Wine and cheese, fine ladies and lemonade
Gettin' paid for rhymes like these
And I never even learned to say my ABC's
With ADD I rock the beat
Like AC/DC, Deeds Done Cheep
Who that dude sleepin' with ya girlfriend
Gettin' nude and rude in your bed
Same dude that your sista like
Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right
Who that man in the black Sedan
With two cheap hookers and a Mexican
Puffin' white lines, sippin' warm Coors light
Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right
Radio can't wait to play me
From K-Rock in LA to roof tops in Haiti
Hey baby, he's Mr. Wrong
And maybe you should listen to the words in this song
Word on the wire, your skirt's on fire
Now please take a moment to admire my attire
Fresh white valleys and pink tubesocks
Tight grey Levis and shirts with polkadots
Rolex watch but it's fake
Gold Gazelle glasses and a platinum chain
But it's fake, like your tits
And your eyes and your nose and your lips and your braids
The glitz in LA's got me ready to play
Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, anyday
Every night on the Strip I slip and slide
I'm that guy, call me Mr. Right
Who that dude sleepin' with ya girlfriend
Gettin' nude and rude in your bed
Same dude that your sista like
Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right
Who that man in the black Sedan
With two cheap hookers and a Mexican
Puffin' white lines, sippin' warm Coors light
Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right |
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 Metropolis wrote on Oct 24, 2009 on 18:33 | | The lyric is Dante Alighieri, not illiterate. | |
| lincoln32v wrote on Jul 21, 2009 on 02:28 |
It's "bumpin'" white lines not "puffin | |
| kelly36 wrote on Feb 28, 2009 on 18:01 | | dis song rocks | |
| lmr94 wrote on Apr 11, 2007 on 18:55 | | this song is awesum | |
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