Prince & the New Power Generation - Papa Lyrics
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Papa
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What Are The Lyrics For Papa By Prince & the New Power Generation?
There was one September day that Papa worked to hard
First he crucified every dandelion out in the yard Then he screamed at baby twice for throwin' rocks at passin' cars Baby didn't listen, so like a priceless work of art He got snatched by his Papa who then opened up the closet door And pushed the four-year-old down, onto the closet floor Baby cried "I'm sorry, I won't do it no more" Papa said "Yeah, I know, that's what this here's for" Smack! Oh Papa Smack! Smack! Oh Papa, Papa Smack! Oh Papa Smack! Smack! Oh Papa, Papa As the door closes, baby starts to cry "Please don't lock me up again, without a reason why" Papa just went outside and pointed a shotgun up in the sky He said "How come I don't love my woman?" Then he took aim and died Boom! Papa Boom! Boom! Papa, Papa Boom! Papa, Boom! Boom! Papa, Papa Don't abuse children, or else they turn out like me Fair to partly crazy, deep down we're all the same Every single one of us knows some kind of pain In the middle of all that's crazy, this one fact still remains If you love somebody, your life won't be in vain And there's always a rainbow, at the end of every rain |
Who Wrote Papa By Prince & the New Power Generation?
Prince Rogers Nelson
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What's The Duration Of The Papa By Prince & the New Power Generation?The duration of Papa is 2:48 minutes and seconds. |
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