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One (of a kind)

my mama told me if I was naughty
I was never ever to throw a party
I would be lonely and dad was gonna stone me
if I ever tried to be hearty
my daddy said: ‘hey boy if you're rockin’
you got to suffer your neighbour mockin'
you're gonna be laughed at
got to cover your silver stockings'
and I was sure to loose my mind
cause I'm one of a kind

hey fancy little mama in your black & blue dress
you're chasin' my dreams straight outa my head
I see you hangin' round in your black & blue dress
go on with your cheatin' till my output is dead
I'm gonna get what I want
I'm gonna drop what I don't
and I'll never, never loose my mind
cause I'm one of a kind
I'll never loose my mind

hey fancy little mama in your black & blue dress
you're chasin' my dreams outa my head
I'm gonna get