People

There are a lot of lonely people who will sleep in the city
Tonight, tonight

And even lining up outside the club and looking for a love that is
Right, is right

And if you wanna meet a girl then you should go into a
Grocery store, your store

And just find somebodies mind and who can squeeze you in
Between all the chores, shes bored

Say no, no, no, no. no ones ever gonna find us
So you might as well complain wooh
No! no! no! no! no ones ever gonna find us
So you might as well complain

Now every time i see a dime i ask myself if she is really the
One, the one

Or is she just another shorty with a fatty cake inside of
That bun, that bun

But your a different type oh yeah, who can understand the
Meaning of life, of life

And i would give you all my lovin' if you weren't already
Somebody's wife, his wife

Say no, no, no, no. no ones ever gonna find us
So you might as well complain wooh
No! no! no! no! no ones ever gonna find us
So you might as well complain

Oh no no your not to old. you got me sold!
You got me sold!
Well, oh no no your not to old. you got me sold!
You got me sold!
Oh no no your not to old. you got me sold!
You got me sold!

Yeah! yeah, your the one! but i know i could be your son

Or is she just another shorty with a fatty cake inside of
That bun, that bun

But your a different type oh yeah, who can understand the
Meaning of life, of life

And i would give you all my lovin' if you weren't already
Somebody's wife, his wife

Say no, no, no, no. no ones ever gonna find us
So you might as well complain wooh
No! no! no! no! no ones ever gonna find us
So you might as well complain

Oh no no your not to old. you got me sold!
You got me sold!
Well, oh no no your not to old. you got me sold!
You got me sold!
Oh no no your not to old. you got me sold!
You got me sold!

Yeah! yeah, your the one! but i know i could be your son



Credits
Writer(s): David Andrew Wallach, Maxwell C. Drummey
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