Yawn.

Glad you have no response..


JJTj




She's 200 years old
So mean she couldn't grow no lips
She's 200 years old
So mean she couldn't grow no lips
(Boy, she'd be in trouble if she tried to grow a mustache . .)

She's 200 years old
Squatting down
And poppin' up
In front of the juke box
Like she had true religion

Boy

She's 200 years old
Squattin' down
Poppin' up
Front o' the juke box
Just like she'd had true religion, now,

Boy

Boy, boing,, it's 200 years
Half of this, none of that
Was 50 . . .
Oh squat, yeah, oh, now, yeah!

She got religion now, boy

Oh, she's 200 years old
Oh, she told me
She just, she just can't grow no lips

Squat

Down

So mean she
Can't grow no lips

200 years old
Whaddya mean she can't grow no lips . . .

Squattin' down
Poppin' up 'n down at the juke box

OWW!

She got the true religion, boy

Boing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!