MR BIG STUFF/ STUFF.
Mr. Big stuff, I see how you swing,
With your fancy smile that has queens swirling,
Then look at your fat car you use for your little game play
But you blame the beautiful ones for trying to keep you satsisfied
Leaving them to tears that they have cried out from their hearts
I mean is there not a fair play in your world? Just a little bit think about it
Corridor to corridor your presence has sucked the good souls
At this point we have gathered your facts and there are plenty of fouls
Ask Anita, Rita, Julia, their dry testimonies on their love for you speak for itself
So Mr. Big Stuff you better take the train to the next town
The love here is no more; to be more loud and clear; dead and gone.
Blossom on the trees will guide you to a colourful venture
Freedom will let you know how it feels to have a new life
And you will be feeling mighty good about yourself
The groovy evening will leave you with space to meditate, contemplate.
We have had enough of your spookiness that leaves us guessing
You have been such a ghost bringing horrors to our dreams
But you just lit our fires to burn you out of our minds
Rest in peace Mr. Big Stuff we are through
The answers have been given to you though we wish the best works out for you!
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