Red Light Mamma, Red Hot!

Humble Pie

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    Red light mama looking for a ride
    There's fire in your loins but you're cold inside
    Quiet to the world, that your nights are free
    At 50 cents a time understandably
    It don't make it

    Now, i don't expect you to take my advice
    But you can make it easy, just review the price
    Cause you're looking awful pretty, and twice as nice to know
    Let's get it on, peel it off

    Now, where's your cousin ruby with her jet hot lips
    She got lifesaver boobs and 42" hips
    Some kind of monster
    Those alligator slippers, and thigh-high boots
    She works from east to west and deals in blue-veined flutes
    It's boogity-boogity

    We know that she's a hustler and she's built like a tank
    Wears hairnets in her armpits and her breath is rank
    She gotta swelled belly and there's money in her bank

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    Red light mama, red hot
    Can't you see what you've got
    Red light mama, red hot
    Don't you know what you've got

    Get it off

    I heard about your sister down in tennessee
    In between the sheets she's making history
    And don't we want her
    Your mother's still in memphis on a cocaine farm
    There's no place left to shoot it in that thing she calls an arm

    There ain't no backing out when you're born to lose
    You take it as you find it and you pay your dues
    She could've made her fortune if she'd stayed and played the blues

    Red light mama, red hot
    Can't you see what you've got
    Red light mama, red hot
    Don't you know what you've got

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    Composición: Steve Marriott y Humble Pie

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