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Well I'm a liar on the weekends, whoa yeahAnd I'm so tired on the Monday mornings So let me take the seat beside you And let's talk, 'bout what you like and what you don't like And how we can make it work I'm coming down your alley and I'm right by your door I'm comin' through your window and I'm flat on your floor And she said, 'Why, why, Mister, are you never at home?' Figure out this picture 'cuz it looks like it's wrong Try to understand how I figure more It's a lot like business when you're ten years old So pull me in and pull me out now, oh yeah So let me go and let me light another You think you've got it figured out now? Well no. . . 'Bout what you like and what you don't like And how I can make it go I'm coming down your alley and I'm right by your door I'm comin' through your window and I'm flat on your floor And she said, 'Why, why, Mister, are you never at home?' Figure out this picture 'cuz it looks like it's wrong Try to understand how I figure more It's a lot like business when you're ten years old Oh, oh no I'm coming down your alley and I'm right by your door I'm comin' through your window and I'm flat on your floor And she said, 'Why, why, Mister, are you never at home?' Letras de cancionesFigure out this picture 'cuz it looks like it's wrong Try to understand how I figure more It's a lot like business when you're ten years old It's a lot like business when you're ten years old (x3) Hello (x4) (Grazie a Carmen per questo testo) From Letras Mania