LYRIC FOR SALE

By Monte Gruhlke

(Verse 1)
Hey girl —
I likey-like.
Saw you standing there,
Finger in your hair,
A little smile,
So much style.

Hey girl —
Left you all alone?
That can’t be fun.
Just so you know —
We could go.
You could be feeling,
Really feeling.
She lick her lip,
Took a sip,
And say —
“Meet me in the bathroom...”

(Refrain)
Aye-aye-aye
Make the call,
Hit the stall.

Aye-aye-aye
I likey-like,
Likey-like.

Aye-aye-aye
Rock the boys,
Make the noise.

Aye-aye-aye
I likey-like,
Likey-like.

Aye-aye-aye
Bend her down,
Go to town.

Aye-aye-aye
Pop and go,
Out the do’.
Then she go home.

(Verse 2)
Hey girl —
I likey-like.
You gotta ring?
Don’t mean a thing.
Your eyes say
You wanna play.

(Verse 2)
Hey girl —
Think you wondering
What you missa-ning.
A really wondering.
You a missa-ning.
And she was listening —
Don’t even blink,
Gave a wink,
And say —
“Meet me in the bathroom...”

(Final Refrain)
Aye-aye-aye
Make the call,
Hit the stall.

Aye-aye-aye
I likey-like,
Likey-like.

Aye-aye-aye
Rock the boys,
Make the noise.

Aye-aye-aye
I likey-like,
Likey-like.

Aye-aye-aye
Bend her down,
Go to town.

Aye-aye-aye
Pop and go,
Out the do’.
Then she go home.

Pop and go,
Out the do’.
Then she go home.

Pop and go,
Out the do’.
Then she go home.

Hey girl —
I likey-like.

You gotta ring?
Don’t mean a thing.

Then she go home.

Pop and go,
Out the do’.
Then she go home.

Pop and go,
Out the do’.
Then she go home.

Pop and go,
Out the do’.
Then she go home.

Pop and go,
Out the do’.
Then she go home.