Lyrics

(You don't know, you don't know the pain, man) Hey, Mickey (Hey, Mickey, hey, Mickey, hey, Mickey) Oh, Mickey, you're so fine So fine, you blow my mind Oh, Mickey, you're so fine So fine, you, uh-uh Oh, oh, Mickey, you're so fine So fine, you blow my mind Oh, Mickey, you're so fine So fine, you blow my mind Met this boy named Mickey, he had on some yellow Dickies I knew he was a - because his neck had hella hickeys I said, "It's nice to meet you," shook his hand and it was sticky I looked into his eyes and then, that's when it hit me, I said "Oh, Mickey, you're so fine, so fine, you blow my mind I just might let you come into my life and waste my time I don't see no other man, boy, you done turned me blind You make me deaf 'cause I believe you even when you lyin'" Never met a - like this (never met a - like this) Make a - wanna cash in all her chips (wanna cash in all her chips) Tell my friends, "I'll see ya later, girl, I gotta dip" (I'll see ya later, girl, I gotta dip) 'Cause I got a meeting with a man named - (meeting with a man named -) But I call him Richard, he's richer than Bill Gates Gets me wetter than Superior Lake Takes me on hundred-thousand-dollar dates And I don't even have to give him cake He just call me "Baby," he don't call me Tate He whip up that white girl, he beatin' on Kate I just might marry that - today But then I found out that Mickey was gay, oh Oh, Mickey, you're so fine Oh, Mickey, you're so fine So fine, you blow my mind Oh, oh, Mickey, you're so fine So fine, you blow my mind Oh, Mickey, you're so fine So fine, you blow my mind Hey, Mickey Hey, Mickey Hey, Mickey Hey, Mickey Hey, Mickey
Writer(s): Nicholas Barry Chinn, Michael Donald Chapman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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