Basement Jam - Rehearsal

Lyrics for Basement Jam - Rehearsal

You could tell me lots of lies And I could believe every word You could tell me alibis And I would believe every word Oh, you could tell me lots of things And I would believe them all So honey, why don't you come to my house And we'll have ourselves a fun time But you look so cute I know it's you, Araboot Yeah, yeah, yeah You got long green hair And cyclone lips You got ears on your head Oh, and I love your smile too Goodness gracious Some other place and time But I want you when you look so sweet I want you on my mind You look so young, you look so frank You gotta stay with me this afternoon Hey, June Right Oh, pick it, bro Yeah Oh yeah You do it so good To me Ooh la la Yeah, I got you on my mind And the telephone book is behind The chair and in my living room Come on honey, we'll lie on the sofa Watching TV Getting V W L I think it's so I can't But I don't know where you're hanging out And I sure don't know to get you out But that's loving That's loving Punk out