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Let's Make Out To Otis Redding

by Brooks Long & The Mad Dog No Good

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Hello, Kitten Are you into heavy petting? Turn it on and drop the needle, Let's make out to Otis Redding I heard you snap hearts like a toothpick I wanna show ya how strong my love is Mmm Hello, Kitten Are you into heavy petting? Turn it on and drop the needle, Let's make out to Otis Redding She said, "I love the way he pleads for it. Sounds like he's down on his knees for it." Mmm Now you see what I got to deal with Her love hurts, it ain't a secret Some fellas wish that she would keep it But I know what the deal is man, no practicing no preaching, come on I've been playing the field so long I think I lost my mind But if we cannot make babies then maybe we can make sometime cause I can't seem to, I can't seem to let this 'lectric slide Why, little kitten make your puppy beg for treats He's been trying to be so good He just needs a release It's not like he ever had to cry for ya It's not like he only lives and dies for ya Whoa, this dog ain't got no home Whoa, he's been howlin all alone Mmm, bless my soul © Brooks Long 2012
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Shut-Up D--k 03:46
Called me up, act like she sick Had to give the bitch that shut-up dick Called me up, quarter-to-four Said "Hey baby, can I have some more?" I said, "Call me in the morning." But she wouldn't quit Had to give the bitch that shut-up dick At the mall, out with my kids Had to give the bitch that shut-up dick I said, "Bitch, it's my daughter's birthday" But she wouldn't quit Had to give the bitch that shut-up dick "Sorry, baby. We'll go next week. What you want, My Little Ponies, Dip n Dots or something?" Now this is true. On her deathbed, act like she sick beggin me for one last shut-up dick I said, "Bitch, you crazy. I won't do it. You say the doctor don't come in here too much? You say you been pressin the button and the nurse won't come in there? Sure she won't come in? Alright, hahaha. Watch out, na! Wake up. Wake up. Wake up! Bitch, you ain't dead. Oh shit. Nurse? Nurse? It ain't my fault. Well she asked me for it, what was I suppose to do?" I regret my shutup dick What you doin, nurse? © Brooks Long 2011
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Done messed up now Fucked around Flashin eyes like that at me sayin let's get down Very blunt Without a front Walk over to you Say exactly what I want Dangerously I'm creepin over to your side the bar, girl You ain't dreamin But maybe me, ooh wee Just another Playa Fantasy Get on the floor Start to dancin My feet lightin up the ground like Mr. Jackson We move close Closer She turn around Start workin like a motor Brothas always be packin Maybe she's finding out exactly what is lacking She laughs, she leaves Just another Playa Fantasy Naw baby Don't leave me on the floor like this my baby No, no baby Don't leave me on the floor like this my baby If ya really want it, gotta have the stuff If ya ain't got it, gotta fake the funk If ya really want it, gotta have the stuff If ya ain't got it, gotta fake the funk Being who you are don't get you very far if you're plan's to dress to impress We wear our clothes to hide imperfections deep inside But so many people fake it and still can't seem to make it Just another Playa Fantasy © Brooks Long 2011
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It wasn't supposed to be love I'll tell ya very frankly Baby, I'm supposed to be a playa Can't no lady catch me It wasn't supposed to be love then somehow It wasn't supposed to be love but it is now It wasn't supposed to be love You know how we go A man can only go for what he knows Libido and ego It wasn't supposed to be love then the moon rose It wasn't supposed to be love then my heart chose It wasn't supposed to be love but your eyes are so essential Your voice is like the first summer breeze Your smile is so crucial It wasn't supposed to be love then the sunrise It wasn't supposed to be love Surprise, surprise, surprise Surprise, surprise, surprise Oh, everybody's looking for love but I'm not supposed to care Love can get sticky, baby and it gets everywhere I said never, never but fate is clever In just one night, a couple of hours became forever I wasn't 'spose to fit it I'm knee-deep in it Somehow, you did it If you were stuck on top of the mountain, baby I'd carry you down If you were stuck down deep in the middle of the ocean, baby I'm goin divin © Brooks Long 2009
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You're the tail and I'm the dog I think you're giving me the runaround Been your fool for too damn long Cause you've been giving me the runaround Now I'm too tired to be perspired about a true fine mama like you Ease my mind, I'm not inclined to sit around and wonder what you do You bought a trinket, let me think it You're trying to buy some time I got a notion, locomotion Unless you can change my mind I thought we'd work it out, but lets be realistic I've had enough, the jig is up My pride is worth much more than you suggested I've had enough, the jig is up I'm walk, walk, walk Walk, walk, a-walkin I'm walk, walk, walk Walk, walk, a-walkin I'm walk, walk, walk Walk, walk, walkin away You're the tail and I'm the dog I think you're giving me the the runaround The music business can break your heart when they've been giving you the runaround Now Mr. Owner, done put my soul to each and every single little note You see this space? We packed the place. It's time for you to give us what we're owed Pay me my, pay me my money Oh pay me my, pay me my money Oh pay me my, pay me my money, please Pay me my, pay me my money Oh pay me my, pay me my money Oh pay me my, pay me my money, now I thought we'd work it out, but lets be realistic I've had enough, the jig is up My pride is worth much more than you suggested I've had enough, the jig is up You pour your heart out Just to get dogged out Your spirit takes a toll It can be sickening But if you're listening I hope you have found some soul Now dip to the left Shimmy to the right Jerk real cool Alright, alright Dip to the left Shimmy to the right Now we could say goodbye Or dance all night The run, run, run, run, run, run runaround The run, run, run, run, run, run runaround © Brooks Long 2011

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First release by Brooks Long & The Mad Dog No Good.

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released June 9, 2012

Brooks Long - Vocals, Guitar
Ian Trusheim - Bass Guitar
Dan Samuels - Drums, Percussion

Engineered and Mastered by Shea Springer
Produced by Kentavius Jones and Shea Springer
Photography by Reginald Mack

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