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Wait a Minute Lyrics
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Wait a minute let me understand
While I'm a-sittin' here holdin' your hand
Your tellin' me about the boy next door
Tellin' me that he can offer you more
What a nerve!
What a case!
[Chorus]
Wait just a minute
You know that won't get it
Wock-a-doo wock-a-doo
If that's the way your love will be,
You might as well forget it
Wock-a-doo, wock-a-doo, wha
Am I correct in hearin' what you say,
That you would rather be with him instead
You said that you could travel with him far
You say he's got a brand new cadillac car
Well, what you mean?
Is that so!?!
Better let that woman go!
[Chorus]
I don't go for all the crazy noise
About you datin' all those other boys
If I'm gonna be your only one
I'm not waitin' till your honey's done.
You're a riot!
And you're tough!
Honey, cut out all that stuff
[Chorus]
I'm gonna tell you for the very last time,
If I'm yours, you better be mine.
When I come home about a quarter to four
Don't want to hear the slammin' of the back door
You're bad!
And so wild!
Stop a-messin with me, child!
You might as well forget it
Why, you can just forget about
The whole cotton-pickin' affair!
I get so tired of you finaglin' around
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Wait a minute let me understand
While I'm a-sittin' here holdin' your hand
Your tellin' me about the boy next door
Tellin' me that he can offer you more
What a nerve!
What a case!
[Chorus]
Wait just a minute
You know that won't get it
Wock-a-doo wock-a-doo
If that's the way your love will be,
You might as well forget it
Wock-a-doo, wock-a-doo, wha
That you would rather be with him instead
You said that you could travel with him far
You say he's got a brand new cadillac car
Well, what you mean?
Is that so!?!
Better let that woman go!
About you datin' all those other boys
If I'm gonna be your only one
I'm not waitin' till your honey's done.
You're a riot!
And you're tough!
Honey, cut out all that stuff
If I'm yours, you better be mine.
When I come home about a quarter to four
Don't want to hear the slammin' of the back door
You're bad!
And so wild!
Stop a-messin with me, child!
Why, you can just forget about
The whole cotton-pickin' affair!
I get so tired of you finaglin' around
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