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Black 47 - Staten Island Baby lyrics
Your old man, he's in Homicide - NYPD He looks at me suspiciously Your momma she's a psychiatric nurse in the city Works in Bellevue and I look kinda familiar? Still everything would have been all right If I could have had you home by midnight But it's five in the mornin' We slept through the alarm and I could think of places I would rather be Than sayin' "hi ya doin'" to your Old Man at 5:43 Then you take me in your arms and you drive me crazy And I'd walk through walls for my Staten Island Baby Didn't your Momma warn you 'bout rock musicians They're not bad in bed but they're hopeless in the kitchen Didn't your Daddy tell 'bout the facts of life What feels so good may not be so nice And everything would have been okay If you hadn't kissed me in that special way But it's five in the mornin' My heart's contortin' And I could think of places I'd rather be Than havin' a chat with your pistol packin' Daddy Then you take me in your arms and you drive me crazy And I'd give it all up for my Staten Island Baby Would you think of marryin' a rock musician You know what I'm good at and I'd get better in the kitchen I could take the test for the NYPD Have your family over for Thanksgiving on Avenue B And everything would just be so fine We could stay in bed all of the time Way past five in the mornin' To hell with alarms and I know the worst thing I could see Your Old Man in his pajamas and he's pointin' his piece at me Then you take me in your arms and you drive me crazy And I'd join the NYPD For my Staten Island Baby |
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