Moon Martin
Moon Martin - Rolene songtekst
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Come on, operator Gimme Rolene on my line She know what I need To ease a cravin in my spine A cheerleaders smile Tijuana style Your daddy may be judge Sure know how to nudge All right, Rolene Rolene, Rolene Well, I've been living So white and clean That uh, Jack It's made me mean Well, I need Rolene's Smooth, round thigh Like a rush to get me high I give it my best shot Honey, all I got My name may not be Hud Show you I'm no dud All right, Rolene Rolene, Rolene You know my baby's love Just like a sweet velvet glove Honey, crack that whip You make me bite my lip All right, Rolene Rolene, Rolene I said R-o-l-e-n-e, Rolene