The Tally - Mona

She’s so young, she calling me mister

Got those eyes just like her sister

Hey, we just trying to get by

She’s so young, she calling me mister

Got those eyes just like her sister

Hey, we just trying to get by

The weather here in the south’s getting hotter

Don’t you come, why even bother?

Hey 'cause we’re doing fine

I got you on the phone

Trying to get some play

Taking you home, all nights, all days

And I say that it’s all the same

There you go, drawing your curtain

On you, I’ma put up a hurting

Hey 'cause you’re mine

She call me boo when she getting frisky

I’m shooting the cinnamon whiskey

Hey 'cause I’m on fire

I got you on the phone

Trying to get some play

Taking you home, all nights, all days

And I say that it’s all the same

She gonna take your money

She gonna take your pride

She gonna leave you lonely

She’s gonna leave your side

She gonna take your money

She gonna take your pride

She gonna leave you lonely

She gonna drive you wild

There you go out to the tally

Feel you up out in the alley

Hey, just another night