Ricky

You, won’t you tell me what’s your name? No I don’t recall you, what’s your game? When I hang out, you’re on the phone Then, I pretend that I’m alone I'm something stepping on the floor I can not see you on the phone, no I want to see you all the time You, you should know that it’s a crime I walk down the alley path Fill my belly full of [blah?] Let me do it in the air Feels the same most everywhere