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Right Said Fred Where Do You Go My Lovely

Michel Where you keep your Rolling Stones records And your friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do But where do you go to my lovely When you're alone

went to get my camera to take some pictures And then I was taking the pictures But the exposure thing wasn't right And I was going to call fred or gerry

like I do Come up to my room, I'm gon' give it to you All my homies who make chips like I do This one's for you, ditty dum ditty doo Do I like it? Yes

sexy for jail like I'm Right Said Fred I'm not guilty, now GIMME back my bread Mr. District Attorney I'm not sure if they told you I'm on TV every day

get my camera to take some pictures. And then I was taking the pictures but the exposure thing wasn't right and I was going to call Fred or Gerry to

to do! Even so, we aim to say we love to honor and oh- Baby, are there any more at home like you? Hand me my hair combed and my slicker, Gonna get spruced

for jail like I'm Right Said Fred I'm not guilty, now GIMME back my bread Mr. District Attorney I'm not sure if they told you I'm on TV every day, where

they go Where, to see the motherfuckin pro One nigga got pissed And started reachin for his shit Three-fifty-seven on your ass fool Like I said before, you

for jail like I'm Right Said Fred I'm not guilty, now GIMME back my bread Mr. District Attorney I'm not sure if they told you I'm on TV every day, where