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David Lee Roth A Little Ain T Enough

action For a bird's eye view of the play There ain't a promise that you won't make Hike, and keep passin' and ya play it with a little pain You came

from me He don't understand what a man should know By the time I could teach him he'd be far too old!" Judge I found a lover ain't afraid of the dark

her on the tip of my tongue I said, "Don't get smart with an angel, babe You ain't the girl next door an' we ain't done" Wow, it's simple fantasy Last

I got a fast car, go cruisin' down the highway A Corvette Stingray, I do it my way Got a good job, I makin' lots of money I look good and I'm funny, so

Smoke a cigarette An' I know I've had enough Mash whiskey in another paper cup Didn't know it, babe But your cup was runnin' over Never time to do it

Woman, I've been thinkin' We belong together My intentions are bad and there's a richer man But none better I am two parts diamond Some say three parts