Lyrics: Chester French. Other. People.

There are a lot of lonely people who will sleep in the city
tonight, tonight.
and even lining up outside the club for a love that is
right, is right.
and if you wanna meet a girl then you should go into a
grosery store, your store.
and just find somebodies mind and who can squeze you in
between all the chores, shes bored.
say! no, no, no, no. no ones ever gonna find us.
so you might as well complain wooh
no! no! no! no! no ones ever gonna find us.
so you might as well complain.
now evertime i see a dime i ask myself if she is really the
one, the one.
or is she just another shortie with a fatty cake inside of
that bun, that bun.
but your a different type oh yeah, who can understand the
meaning of life, of life.
and i would give you all my lovin if you wernt already
somebodys wife, his wife.
say! no, no, no, no. no ones ever gonna find us.
so you might as well complain wooh
no! no! no! no! no ones ever gonna find us.
so you might as well complain.
oh no no your not to old. you got me sold!
you got me sold!
well, oh no no your not to old. you got me sold!
you got me sold!
oh no no your not to old. you got me sold!
you got me sold!
yeah! yeah, your the one! but i know i could be your son.
no! no! no! no! no ones ever gonna find us.
so you might as well complain.
no! no! no! no! no ones ever gonna find us.
so you might as well complain