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Hey, hey, mama Baby, what you tryin' to do? You keep on talkin' to me 'Til your face turns blue Well, do you think I'm a young boy Yet to make up my mind? Well, I'm just castin' all my toys I'm gonna leave what's behind me, behind Well, I leave what's behind me, behind I saw an old high school friend Yeah, just the other day He didn't ask me how I'd been He asked me how was my pay Well do you call this a friendship Judging from what he said? If you do, I've a real tip Ain't nobody gonna know about my bread Nobody know about my bread I said yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I said if you got somebody You can trust to the very end I said if you do, I wanna be like you 'Cause you sure got a real good friend You sure got a real good friend, friend Friend, friend, friend, friend, friend |