| Lyrics: | Don't you think about America, bay bay baby?
I went to a party Saturday night
Oh, I
receive such a helluva shock
A helluva shock
Carrie-Ann doesn't love me know more
Carrie-Ann doesn't love me know more
Carrie-Ann doesn't love me know more
Can you
believe that?
I'll never believe you
Carrie-Ann doesn't love me know more
Carrie-Ann
doesn't love me know more
Git up, git up on your good girl
Git up, git up on your good
girl
Git up, git up on your good girl
Git up, git up on your good girl
You gotta help
me baby
You gotta help me mama
You gotta tell me when I'm sad
Git up, git up on
yourself girl
Git up, git up on yourself, baby
Git up, git up on yourself
This is the
ballad of Carrie-Ann's party
This is the ballad of Carrie-Ann's party |
