Madam Arabella

Well you, never felt you could leave it alone
A blackjack beauty on a winning hand once more
Well find me a user
Who wouldn't sell her mother for a dollar, tomorrow
So Madam Arabella, take the reins and ride

A-Wooo, a-woooo, a-wooo, a-woooo

I said hey, I used to see you around
But now you're downtown and I don't see you no more
Been chasing that minutes love fix since oh when?
So come on over home, we'll do the real thing

A-Wooo, a-woooo, a-wooo, a-woooo-ooooo
The real thing, the real thing, the real thing, the real thing

Let's take a walk now lady
Don't tell me got somewhere to be
Living for the city, but got the molly blues
So don't let go baby, cos I'm ya real fool

Let's take a walk now lady
Don't tell me got somewhere to be
Living for the city, but got the molly blues
So don't let go baby, cos I'm ya real fool

Madam Arabella
She don't kiss, for free
She's a Russian-Roulette mystery
Yeah, she'll spread her legs and then she'll make you cry
She said yeah, yeah, yeah! No! Why, did you try? Oh no
I said no, oh no
Woah no



Credits
Writer(s): Bradley Alan Craig, Zackary Benjamin Sandeman Hawkins, Jesse Nathaniel Milbank Hawkins, Yoni Yahel
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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