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Cookie Jar Lyrics


I like girls
They like me
They look so good
In they seven jeans
Want you to be the one
And my only
I want to be faithful
But I can’t keep my hands out the cookie jar
My hands, my hands, my ha uh my hands
Can’t keep my hands, my hands, my, uh, my
Can’t keep my hands, my hands, my, uh, my
Can’t keep my hands, my hands, my hands out the cookie jar
You see I got this problem
I need help tryna solve it
Cause meeting after meeting and I’m still a cookie whore
You can hide them, I'mma find them, on the counter, in the closet
And I’ll say I ain’t do it with my face covered in chocolate
My girl be setting booby traps

To catch me eating Scooby snacks
I left crumbs in the bed once
But I told her I was through with that
She still don’t be believing me
And I guess that I’m cool with that
But I got a sweet tooth, that’ll never come loose
And the truth of the matter is
I like girls
They like me
They look so good
In they seven jeans
Want you to be the one
And my only
I want to be faithful
But I can’t keep my hands out the cookie jar
My hands, my hands, my ha uh my hands
Can’t keep my hands, my hands, my, uh, my
Can’t keep my hands, my hands, my, uh, my
Can’t keep my hands, my hands, my hands out the cookie jar
I got a thing for Milano, Biscotti Italianos
And I never turn down some Oreos if you got them
Butter Pecan Puerto Rican
Or them Oatmeal Raisin Asians
Hazelnut Brazilians, Macadamia Caucasians,
Double stuffed or thin mint
It don’t matter you getting it
Cause I got a sweet tooth that’ll never come loose
And the fact of the matter is
I like girls
They like me
They look so good
In they seven jeans
Want you to be the one
And my only
I want to be faithful
But I can’t keep my hands out the cookie jar
My hands, my hands, my ha uh my hands
Can’t keep my hands, my hands, my, uh, my
Can’t keep my hands, my hands, my, uh, my
Can’t keep my hands, my hands, my hands out the cookie jar
I’m a monster for these cookies
I’m a beast for they treats
An animal for they crackers
Head to feet they so damn sweet
Can’t keep my hands, my hands, my ha uh my
Can’t keep my hands, my hands, my hands out the cookie jar
And there you have it haha
I tried my best
I went to cookie anonymous
I guess I’m a failure
I can’t seem to keep my damn hands out the cookie jar but
It is what it is

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Born in the Western Kingston ghetto of Waterhouse, Jamaica on July 11, 1957 Michael Rose was introduced to music by his brothers, who used to sing around the house. Blessed with a powerful voice he joined a band, doing local talent shows as well as entertaining tourists in the north coast hotels of Jamaica. Returning to Kingston in 1975, Niney the Observer first spotted the potential of Michael Rose and produced first recordings like "Guess Who's Coming To Dinner" and "Clap The Barber" to name a few.

Read more about Michael Rose on Last.fm.


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