Friday night and you're on the phone To everyone you've ever known Nothing grand to celebrate With all the people that you hate Half an hour spent in
ordinary stick-up I'm well aware just what you're looking for I am no ordinary I am no ordinary (ah, ah, ah) What a criminal world The boys are like
I'm a believer I've had such a wicked time, kissed the boys and made them cry laugh and while I wave goodbye they'd still like another try ordinary
I just don't know how to show ya I love you, you know that Don't you? I love you I'm so sorry that I'm losing When other boys would leave you
fever Now I?m a believer I?ve had such a wicked time, Kiss the boys and make them cry Laugh and while I wave goodbye They?d still like another try Ordinary
only rich folks could afford to go and smoke that good dope And yo they used to call it free-base But when it made it to my block, me and my boys called
no big thang girl, I'll call you that Won't be no problem with no other woman 'Cause you the one I chose, in other words, fuck dem other hoes And if
my name and Of course it's my nickname Boys who are ordinary Girls who sleep with anyone Somewhere today They'll pass each other Groovy Groovy is my
my simple humble street Here's where I made up folks Who came to visit me Not just ordinary folks Coming unexpectedly Talent scouts, producers, directors Glamor boys In other
only have ourselves and each other. They have their order and those who impose it. We only have ourselves and each other. It is easy to dismiss those
no ordinary stick-up I'm well aware just what you're looking for I am no ordinary, I am no ordinary What a criminal world The boys are like baby-faced boys
boys like you, All brooding deeply on some window sill. But one condition there remains to fill. One term before the heart begins to play With other hearts
chew you up and spit you out Even after a damn big lunch So look out boys 'Cause she's a loaded gun Bang, bang, look out! She looked just like an ordinary
impose it. We only have ourselves and each other. They have their order and those who impose it. We only have ourselves and each other. It is easy to
at all important, now, What is important is what we got to do, We got to lick Mr. Hitler, and until we do, Other things can wait, In other words, first
like the boys that feel like they gotta be cool And she don't like the fake hoes in cosmotology school But one day, she'll show the world That she's no ordinary
folks could afford to go and smoke that good dope And yo they used to call it free-base, but when it made it to my block me and my boys called it crack
thang girl, I'll call you that Won't be no problem with no other woman Cause you the one I chose, in other words, fuck dem other hoes And if a man, gon
