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Mellencamp John Nothin Matters And What If It Did

And sam cooke's singin' on the radio You say that I'm the boy Who can make it all come true Well, I'm tellin' ya that I don't know If I know what to do

never have to face another... [Chorus] Well the losers and the groovers And the corner boys are hangin' 'round Runnin' in and out of doorways Up and

I do believe you played it better If it wasn't better, it was just as strong I would've called you up on the telephone that night But somehow girl, it

holding something dangerous She pulls me close and whispers in my ear She says, "Come here little boy I'll put my pussy right on your face Because my fever is runnin' hot and high And

to take myself back home And I borrowed a dime and I called her on the pay telephone I was whispering real heavy into the phone When her old man picked it