Its been seven years down the road
I got no more tears that are left to flow
When I did my baby wrong
She left me lonely for so long
Now Im out here all alone
Lord, wont you please bring my baby home
Lord, wont you please...bring my baby home
Lord wont you please bring my baby home
It go one for the treble
Two for the bass
Used to mess with this girl
Way back in the day
She was from the PJs
And she went both ways
Yeah, the girl was a freak
I used to call her Monique
And before I even speak
About knockin the boots
I say her name been changed to avoid lawsuits
So now we gettin down to the nitty of the gritty
She brought her friend around
And damn she was pretty
Betty was twisted
She said her number was listed
They grabbed my love two fisted
Hugged it and kissed it
They say one in the hand
Is worth two in the bush
But when shove came to push
Yo, I had my own theories
World Series of love
Its two on one
Till I got caught with the smokin gun
His wife came home
And she bursted in
Now Im lookin for my heart
Like Im made from tin
The road that I travel
Aint got yellow bricks
My old woman jinxed
That all men are pricks
And she flipped the script
Shes puttin lip to lip
And every time I think about it I just lose my grip
Cause Ive been up
And Ive been down
And Ive been fast
And Ive been slow
And Ive been square
And Ive been round
And Ive been high
And Ive been low
And Ive been cool
And Ive been calm
And Ive been kind
And Ive been crass
I held the whole world right in my palm
I tried to spread it around
But it sure went fast
Seven years sure have flown by
I got no more tears and they are left to cry
When I did my sugar bad
I lost the best thing I ever had
And now Im out here on my own
Lord, wont you please bring my baby home
Bring my baby home...
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