Not everyone is goin' out,
But I'm staying in.
See I gotta nurse my lonely heart,
With the mini-bar gym.
It's not that my baby is mad at me,no,
For doing somethin' wrong.
It's just that i'm so far,far away from her,
And I've been there for so long.

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So won't you please try and understand,
That we ain't that kinda band.
You choose and you choose.
Baby you sometimes end up with the mini-bar blues.

Now love thy neighbour and the children,they fly.
But suckers that schwak baby are suckers that I glock.
See I'm the fire hose,and everybody knows,
That I'll knock you down,and kick that ass.
So when I go out on the town,straight out the ground,
I ain't lookin' to get on down.
It's just one of them things,ask Steve
And me and the fellas sittin' on some Heinikens,
If you know what I'm tryin' to express through my music

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