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Mitchell-Randle |
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When the sun goes behind the clouds |
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And you feel like it's gonna rain |
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And the moon ain't shining bright, yeah |
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And the stars, and the stars, and the stars won't shine for you tonight. |
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If life is hard to understand |
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And your love life gets out of hand |
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Just come to poppa, mmm. |
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Now if you need a satisfier |
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Let me be, let me be, let me be your pacifier |
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If you feel like a mule biting on a bit |
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Call my number - 5686969 - and I'll be your fix. |
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'Cause I've got your favorite toy |
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Guaranteed to bring you joy |
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Just come to poppa, come home to poppa. |
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If your soul is on fire |
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So let my love take you higher |
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Just come to poppa, come on to poppa, hey. |
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Just come to poppa now |
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Yeah, just come to your poppa now |
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Yeah, she come to poppa, Lord |
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Mmm she come to poppa, yeah. |
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She come to poppa, yeah |
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She come to poppa, Lord |
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Lord, she come to poppa. |