On her doorstep.
All dressed up, guts, courageous, and flawless peers,
But the answer wasn't quite what the question had in mind
With a cheap trick, he conquered her
Outrageous, a bit like me,
So you know I'm pretty down,
Yes you know I'm pretty down
At the pittstop, a hiccup plot
The same gear, we hit off well,
With the fire in my eyes I am looking quite nice
And I wont blame it, I won't lose all control
I won't blame it on your style
And I won't blame it, I won't lose all control
I won't blame it on your style

Honeys got to babble

On her doorstep.
All dressed up, guts, courageous, and flawless peers,
But the answer wasnt quite what the question had in mind
And I won't blame it, I won't lose all control
I won't blame it on your style
And I won't blame it, I won't lose all control
I won't blame it on your style

Honeys got to babble
Honeys got to babble

And I won't blame it, I won't lose all control
I won't blame it on your style
You've got to babble, she said so
You've got to babble, she said so
You've got to babble, she said so...


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Rag Time song meanings
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