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New York Dolls
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Vietnamese Baby
Lyricist:David Johansen
When I'm getting home to you I gotta show you what I can do But everything connects And that ain't nowhere
But maybe, they're just giving you all you've ever wanted And maybe, you never ever know what that was And maybe, you're just finding it out, now With a Vietnamese baby on your mind
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Technology satellite, well What's wrong today and why was Everyone so busy they've forgotten Why they're playing that he said
What's wrong today is what wrong with you You're so solid, busy solid, that's all you do With a Vietnamese baby on your mind Your pretty little mind
[Incomprehensible]me your slaves, shot [Incomprehensible] Every riffle on the way and I gotta Show you more mustard gas Than any girl ever seen
Since I been blasted I've been blown, I've been backing away You've got to back it away You've got to take a search of values, yeah
But I've got a concert down to play With a Vietnamese baby on your mind Your pretty little mind Your pretty little mind
When I'm getting home to you I've gotta show you what I can do But everything connects And that ain't nowhere
No, no, no, a-baby, no, nowhere It just won't give a no, no I'm talking 'bout your overture
Talking 'bout your overture Got to shout about your overture Now' that it's over, now that it's over Now' that it's over, now that it's over What you gonna do?
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