Backyard Babies "Can't Find The Door" |
Excuse me I need a little more money Just a drink to score But I can tell you honey I need a hundred more I gotta give myself What I�m looking for Gotta feed my head now, one�s for all With two scary Bloody Marys and a Thunderball, baby It�s gonna be alright now, baby It�s gonna be alright, I�m doing fine I said one, two, three and a little bit more Oh, my God, I can�t, can�t find the door I can�t find the door I can�t find the door I can�t find the door I can�t stand straight But I can think right With my Frisco San Fransisco I�m still growing up Mature all the way to the Lucifer cup, baby It�s gonna be alright now, baby It�s gonna be alright, I�m doing fine I said one, two, three and a little bit more Oh, my God, I can�t, can�t find the door I can�t find the door I can�t find the door I can�t find the door I ain�t want no Soda And no female Ginger Ale `Cause I need special treatment so I can go home Maybe I�ll make it to the five o� clock loan, man It�s gonna be alright now, baby It�s gonna be alright, I�m doing fine I said one, two, three and a little bit more Oh, my God, I can�t, can�t find the door I can�t find the door I can�t find the door I said one, two, three and a little bit more Oh, my God one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine Where�s the door? Wait a minute honey Oh, my God, yeah Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |