Hey, Mickey!

(You don't know, you don't know the pain, man)
Hey, Mickey!

Oh, Mickey you're so fine!
You're so fine, you blow my mind!
Oh, Mickey you're so fine!
You're so fine you, uh, uh!
Oh, oh, Mickey you're so fine!
You're so fine you blow my mind!
Oh, Mickey you're so fine!
You're so fine you blow my mind!

Met this boy named Mickey
He had on some yellow Dickies
I knew he was a hubby
'Cause his neck had hella hickies
I said "It's nice to meet you!"
Shook his hand and it was sticky
I looked into his eyes and then
That's when it hit me I said

"Oh, Mickey you're so fine!
You're so fine you blow my mind!
I just might let you come into my life and waste my time
I don't see no other man
Boy, you done turned me blind
You make me deaf 'cause I believe you even when you lyin'"

(Never met a nigga like this
Make a b- wanna cash in all her chips
Tell my friends "I'll see ya later, girl, I gotta dip!"
'Cause I gotta meeting with a man named Tate)

But I call him Richard
He's richer than Bill Gates
Gets me wetter than Superior Lake
Takes me on hundred-thousand-dollar dates
And I don't even have to give him cake
He just call me Baby he don't call me Tate
He whip up that white girl he beatin' okay
I just might marry that nig- today
But then, I found out that Mickey was gay, uh!

Oh, Mickey you're so fine!
Oh, Mickey you're so fine, so fine you blow my mind!
Oh, oh, Mickey you're so fine!
You're so fine you blow my mind!
Oh, Mickey you're so fine!
You're so fine you blow my mind!

Hey, Mickey!

Hey, Mickey!

Hey, Mickey!

Hey, Mickey!
Hey, Mickey!



Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Barry Chinn, Michael Donald Chapman
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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