king and the pauper
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Kinda tell you some kind of sickly story '
Bout the pauper one, the king, as I would say
While the pauper got to sneak around the
Sidewalks, the king run around and play
I'm not in a position to mention you
Kinda tell you 'bout the pauper one
The king, as I would tell you baby
When I really tell you di story, I really don't you mean, baby
While the king live in his castle, as I would tell you, uh
The poor pauper got to live on the sidewalks, as I would say
And begging each and every day
While the king in his love, so we run around and play
You can hear what I say (Uh)
Kinda tell you 'bout the pauper one, the king
Well, this is the message I really bring
While the king travel around in his limousine
And looking really keen, as I would tell it to you
Pauper in the ghetto are really suffering
Looking some to scuffle
Poor pauper got to hustle, as I would say
No matter what the bustles, I would tell it to you
Tell you 'bout the pauper one, the king
King in the ballroom
While the poor pauper got to stay outside, as I would say
I tell you, the pauper one, the king (Yeah)
Kinda plastic story I really bring, as I would say
Now baby, come on down and swing and swing, no matter what me ever say
While the pauper really suffer through tribulation
The king in his congregation getting
A whole lot of ovation, as I would say
Kinda story 'bout the pauper one, the king, as I would tell you, baby
Got to hold a dis ya thing, as I would say
Tell you 'bout the pauper one, the king, as I would tell you, baby
Come on down with me, no matter what way (Yeah)
Uh, pauper got to live in annihilation
With no compassion, as I would say
And his food is really rationed, ain't no way to live
People in the ghetto got nothing to give
While the king's two rousing band is all full
Baby, this is really awful, as I would say
Kinda tell you 'bout the pauper one, the king
The things that's really happening today
I say, the pauper one, the king
Come and hold a dis ya thing, as I would tell you
I say, the pauper one, the king
So, baby, come on down and quick like hell or never, come up in you
Still I got to tell you
Why the pauper really suffer?
Things are getting rougher and tough, as I would say
The king has too much, as I would tell you
Baby, 'bout this kind of tender touch
While the pauper got to live in sufferation
What a cruel generation, as I would say
Pauper one, the king
Oh baby, come and swing a dis ya thing, as I would tell you
Baby, baby, no more maybe (Yeah)