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Here you come knockin’ on my door baby,
Tell me what you got on your mind.
I guess those college boys all went home for the summertime,
And you’re lookin’ right, lookin’ good, lookin’ like a woman should.
So why is it so hard to find,
A place to lay your pretty little head down once in a while?
You run on a little tough luck, baby,
Don’t you sweat it, everything is waiting inside for you,
You know I got it,
Come and get it.

Who’s your daddy, who’s your baby?
Who’s your buddy, who’s your friend?

And who’s the one guy that you come runnin’ to,
When your lovelife starts tumblin’?
I got the money if you got the honey;
Let’s cut a deal let’s make a plan.

Who’s your daddy, who’s your baby?
Who’s your buddy, who’s your friend?

You run on a little tough luck, baby,
Don’t you sweat it, everything is waiting inside for you,
You know I got it,
Come and get it.

Who’s your daddy, who’s your baby?
Who’s your buddy, who’s your friend?