Папа Круто - Jailhouse Shuffle
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Wait for my love
Wait for my babe
I’m shufflin’ in the jailhouse
To count down my days

My baby’s been waitin’ for me
Since March ’99
She’ll be that gate when the sun comes up
With her hair fixed up nice

Wait for my love
Wait for my babe
I’m shufflin’ in the jailhouse
To count down my days

Well I know how freedom tastes
My baby serves it fine
A few eggs in the morning, sunny side up
A little bacon on the side

Wait for my love
Wait for my babe
I’m shufflin’ in the jailhouse
To count down my days

My baby knows all I need
To have a good time
With a fresh pair of jeans, and my collar upturned
We’ll make for the night

Wait for my love
Wait for my babe
I’m shufflin’ in the jailhouse
To count down my days

Do the jailhouse shuffle
Do jailhouse shuffle
Shuffle in the jailhouse
To countdown your days