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  • 作词 : Armstrong, Billie Joe / Carter, Dwayne
    作曲 : Pritchard, Mike Ryan / Wright III, Frank Edwin / Carter, Dwayne / Armstrong, Billie Joe
    Young mullah, baby
    Umm, young mullah, baby
    She says, do you have the time
    To listen to me whine
    She askin' who's on the other line?
    You diss me every time
    I tell 'em, baby
    I'm a star
    ****, I'm above a star
    And now I done got so high
    I did forgotten who you are(Are, are)
    Oh oh oh, ah, oh oh eh eh
    Ah ahOh oh oh, ah, oh oh eh eh
    Oh oh oh, ah, oh oh eh eh
    Ah ahI'm in love with you
    But I can't be with you
    Tomorrow I'll be back
    Up on the first flight
    Right up out of town
    Young mullah, baby
    Hop back in my spaceship
    Girl, I gotta drop your ass off(Oh oh eh eh)
    Last night, yeah we were spaced girl
    You love it, girl,
    I gotta take off(Oh oh eh eh)'
    Cause Imma be here next week
    So call your company and take off
    Oh oh oh, yeah oh oh eh'
    Cause she say, "Wayne, Wayne"
    So she got me all impatient
    Cry me a river
    I can hear my conscious
    While I say aloud
    Boy, you got a problem(Problem)
    And you ain't foolin' no one
    But yourself
    You're like a hot revolver(Hot revolver)
    But you ain't killin' no one
    But yourself
    And so she's gone to party town
    On her own
    And you go by yourself
    So all alone
    I told her,
    I can be with her
    But I can't be with her
    As much as she like me to
    She like me too much
    That's the problem
    Oh my God, then
    Shorty be whillin'
    And when I say
    I got to leave
    You wouldn't believe
    All of the things that she'll do
    And all of the things
    That she'll say to make me stay
    And I be like, '
    Damn'I'll be back someday
    But she wanna go with me
    To outer space
    So we made love in the
    Milky WayAnd then
    I send her on her way
    Boy, you got a problem(Problem)
    And you ain't foolin' no one
    But yourself
    You're like a hot revolver
    But you ain't killin' no one
    But yourself
    And so she's gone to party town
    On her own
    And you go by yourself
    So all alone
  • 作词 : Armstrong, Billie Joe / Carter, Dwayne
    作曲 : Pritchard, Mike Ryan / Wright III, Frank Edwin / Carter, Dwayne / Armstrong, Billie Joe
    Young mullah, baby
    Umm, young mullah, baby
    She says, do you have the time
    To listen to me whine
    She askin' who's on the other line?
    You diss me every time
    I tell 'em, baby
    I'm a star
    ****, I'm above a star
    And now I done got so high
    I did forgotten who you are(Are, are)
    Oh oh oh, ah, oh oh eh eh
    Ah ahOh oh oh, ah, oh oh eh eh
    Oh oh oh, ah, oh oh eh eh
    Ah ahI'm in love with you
    But I can't be with you
    Tomorrow I'll be back
    Up on the first flight
    Right up out of town
    Young mullah, baby
    Hop back in my spaceship
    Girl, I gotta drop your ass off(Oh oh eh eh)
    Last night, yeah we were spaced girl
    You love it, girl,
    I gotta take off(Oh oh eh eh)'
    Cause Imma be here next week
    So call your company and take off
    Oh oh oh, yeah oh oh eh'
    Cause she say, "Wayne, Wayne"
    So she got me all impatient
    Cry me a river
    I can hear my conscious
    While I say aloud
    Boy, you got a problem(Problem)
    And you ain't foolin' no one
    But yourself
    You're like a hot revolver(Hot revolver)
    But you ain't killin' no one
    But yourself
    And so she's gone to party town
    On her own
    And you go by yourself
    So all alone
    I told her,
    I can be with her
    But I can't be with her
    As much as she like me to
    She like me too much
    That's the problem
    Oh my God, then
    Shorty be whillin'
    And when I say
    I got to leave
    You wouldn't believe
    All of the things that she'll do
    And all of the things
    That she'll say to make me stay
    And I be like, '
    Damn'I'll be back someday
    But she wanna go with me
    To outer space
    So we made love in the
    Milky WayAnd then
    I send her on her way
    Boy, you got a problem(Problem)
    And you ain't foolin' no one
    But yourself
    You're like a hot revolver
    But you ain't killin' no one
    But yourself
    And so she's gone to party town
    On her own
    And you go by yourself
    So all alone