Waiting For My Ruca

And on the east side, that's where I met my Ramona

I wanna go to a party, that's what she said, lonely

And that's what I've been, here's my telephone number

call me and do a party a house party a lot of people just rally round me and

love she sent a message of love she said I love the way you move I love the way

I'm barely waiting for my high enough She moved from Long Beach down to L.A.

Right now she's selling oranges by the freeway I wanna know, Ramona, am I the only one?

Ramona, am I the only one?

Tell me

And she says, "You're not the only one, but you're the best, B-B-E, Bop, Bop!"

And no, I'm waiting for my Ruka

And barely pulled up with my Haina

I know tonight I'll be behind her

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