MONA - The Tally - Lyrics, Similar artists

Kishore Kumar Hits — MONA - The Tally lyrics

Artist: MONA

album: Mona

She's so young, she calling me mister
Got those eyes just like her sister
Hey, we just trying to get by
She's so young, she calling me mister
Got those eyes just like her sister
Hey, we just trying to get by
The weather here in the south's getting hotter
Don't you come, why even bother?
Hey 'cause we're doing fine
I got you on the phone
Trying to get some play
Taking you home, all nights, all days
And I say that it's all the same
There you go, drawing your curtain
On you, I'ma put up a hurting
Hey 'cause you're mine
She call me boo when she getting frisky
I'm shooting the cinnamon whiskey
Hey 'cause I'm on fire
I got you on the phone
Trying to get some play
Taking you home, all nights, all days
And I say that it's all the same
She gonna take your money
She gonna take your pride
She gonna leave you lonely
She's gonna leave your side
She gonna take your money
She gonna take your pride
She gonna leave you lonely
She gonna drive you wild
There you go out to the tally
Feel you up out in the alley
Hey, just another night

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