Now have you got yourself a brand new baby. Don't tell me maybe, is it so? I got to know. What's it gonna be, him or me?. Him or me, him or me, him or me?.
Now, things was looking golden, baby. Everything was fine. You never made no sign. That you had changed your mind. . I guess I was mistaken, girl. To count so on you.
I was down in L.A. town, when our manager said "Jump". I through my close and my saxophone in a two by four bit trunk. I pushed it to the airport and run to the ticket line.