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he's always late first thing you learn is thatyou always got to wait i'm waiting for my man up to brownstone
up three flights of stairs everybody' s pinnedyou but nobody cares he's got the works
gives you sweet taste oh
he's always late first thing you learn is thatyou always got to wait i'm waiting for my man up to brownstone
up three flights of stairs everybody' s pinnedyou but nobody cares he's got the works
gives you sweet taste oh
up to a brownstone
up three flights of stairs
everybody's pinned you but nobody cares
up to a brownstone
up three flights of stairs
everybody's pinned you but nobody cares
up to a brownstone
up three flights of stairs
everybody's pinned you but nobody cares
up to a brownstone
up three flights of stairs
everybody's pinned you but nobody cares
up to a brownstone
up three flights of stairs
everybody's pinned you
up to a brownstone
up three flights of stairs
everybody's pinned you
calling it sleeping in. my ear to the stone i can hear her sing. i sold my silver to get myself there
to a room with a candle up three flights of stairs
that was the summer i let it all go
calling it sleeping in. my ear to the stone i can hear her sing. i sold my silver to get myself there
to a room with a candle up three flights of stairs
that was the summer i let it all go