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• Artiste: Spin Doctors
• Titre: What Time Is It? / Off My Line
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What time is it? Four thirty It's not late, naw, naw, Just early, early, early President, he sweat through his talcum News paper man, he watch like a falcon "Ah, look...daddy-o...sorry, Mr. President...where ya been?" Use a little english to doctor the spin What time is it? Four thirty It's not late, naw, naw, just early, early, early It's my bread and butter Ain't got no other It's on the TV The spin's on me... Ayatollah, he's hopping mad Jibber about some damn jihad Send me back to old Baghdad Spin Doctor its oh so sad What time is it? Four thirty It's not late, naw, naw, Just early, early, early It's my bread and butter Ain't got no other It's on the TV The spin's on me... I've been thinking lately How to get you off my line Don't seem all that easy but it Feels alright I've gotten rid of expectations that I used to have And we don't get along and it really ain't so bad Somewhere in between the blue & the red "This is temporary," is all she said Someday things may be a little better than before All these mysteries and they're knocking at my door Alone in my room I lay awake and dream I'm sleeping half awake I got to Try to explain That I don't need your love and it Means this much to me I don't need your love woman won't you see Somewhere in between the blue & the red "This is temporary," is all she said Someday things may be a little better than before All these mysteries and they're knocking at my door She must not realize What this means to me I figured out her disguise Hey, mama, I'm not dreaming (she's way off reality) I've been thinking lately How to get you off my line Don't seem all that easy but it Feels alright I've gotten rid of expectations That I used to have And we don't get along and it really ain't so bad