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