Dawn Brothers and DeWolff - Let Me Tell You (About My Baby)

Oh oh, let me tell you bout my baby
Oh oh, let me tell you bout my baby

Let me tell you about the night we met
Gone out dancing and she got in my head

Oh oh, let me tell you bout my baby

I met this girl, she said came from Queens
And I ain't no sociologist, but I know what that means

(Ohh oh oh oh ho) I asked her to dance
(Ohh oh oh oh ho) I held her real tight
The next thing I knew it was the end of the night

Went to her upscale, uptight neighbourhood
I had to sit upright, hair tight, I understood
And as my heels ticked on the marble it does feel good
I might have nicked some silver if I was Robin Hood

Oh oh, let me tell you bout my baby
Oh oh, let me tell you bout my baby

Breakfast in the dining room, elbows off the table
Technicolor TV, fifteen channels of cable
Her daddy asks me when I'll get my college degree
Who does he think I am? Bob Kennedy?

(Ohh oh oh oh ho) I told him the truth and
(Ohh oh oh oh ho) He thought was goofing
(Ohh oh oh oh ho) He said he liked my wit
He put his arms around me, then he said

Oh oh, let me tell you bout my baby
Oh oh, let me tell you bout my baby

To her upscale, uptight neighbourhood
(Upscale, uptight neighbourhood)
I had to sit upright, hair tight, I understood
(Upright, hair tight, I understood)

Written by:
Bas van Holt, Isaac McCluskey, Lauran Neerincx, Luka van de Poel, Pablo van de Poel, Paul van de Calseijde, Rafael Schwiddessen, Robin Piso, Rowan de Vos, Tammo Deuling

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