The wash is out
It's hanging up
And all I have
Is nothing
Nothing to do
Nothing to say
I think I must be dreamingThe sun comes up and I'm all washed out
Is this what Deaner was talkin' about
I don't think I will ever return again my friendIf I was king
I'd wear a ring
And never hurt my people
I'd stay alert
And dress to kill
I might even slip you somethingThe sun comes up and I'm all washed out
Is this what Deaner was talkin' about
I don't think I will ever return again my friend
Songwriters
MICHAEL MELCHIONDO JR., AARON FREEMANPublished by
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