Aw, Baby, Don’t Do Me Wrong Like That. Sunny ‘n Me Was Only at the Party as Friends

You can’t beleeb everything you be hearin down the wisecracker line. Hippie Sabotage was cuttin’ and scratchin’ on Sunny and we got to groovin but she don’t mean nothing to me, baby. We was just playin checkers on triple decker buses in Tripoli. She don’t mean nathan to me at this particular time. She got flava, yeah, but I ain’t been fiendin for her, baby. It’s you, aight? What the dealy?

I’ve been tryin to call you all day, but I don’t have your number.