"Ricky" lyrics
"Ricky"
You, won't you tell me what's your name? No
I don't recall you, what's your game?
When I hang out, you're on the phone
Then, I pretend that I'm alone
I'm something stepping on the floor
I can not see you on the phone, no
I want to see you all the time
You, you should know that it's a crime
I walk down the alley path
Fill my belly full of blah
Let me do it in the air
Feels the same most everywhere
Writer(s): Jeffrey Scott Coffey, Paul Leary Walthall, Gibson Jerome Haynes, Jeffrey David Pinkus
- AZLyrics
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- Butthole Surfers Lyrics
album:
"Hairway To Steven" (1988)
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