Songs That Aren't Really About Mr. T

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Mr. T lyricsWho's it really about?Artist
MR. T, you don't have to wear that dress tonight, walk the streets for money. You don't care if it's wrong or right.
I'm MR. T, yes I'm the real T, all you other MR. Ts are just imitating.
Hang down your head, MR. T. Poor boy, you're bound to die.
Don't call my name, don't call my name, MR. T. I'm not your babe.
I'm watching MR. T full bloom. I hope that she will soon explode into one billion tastes and tunes. One billion angels come and hold her down.
M-I-S-T-E-R T. M-I-S-T-E-R T. Hey you, get off my cloud. You don't know me and you don't know my style.
Well, you came and you gave without taking, before I sent you away. Oh, MR. T!
I'm a MR. T girl in the MR. T world! Life in plastic, it's fantastic!
MR. T, MR. T, when will those clouds all disappear? MR. T MR. T, where will it lead us from here?
Dipping swords in metaphors, yeah, but what does he know? We're always one step behind him. He's MR. T.
Hey there, MR. T. I know times are getting hard. But just believe me, girl, one day I'll pay the bills with this guitar.
We're just three MCs and we're on the go. MR. T, Meshach, Abednego.
MR. T, I won't be soothed over, like smoothed over, like milk, silk, a bedspread or a quilt.
Come a little closer, huh, a will you huh, close enough to look in my eyes, MR. T. Keeping it a mystery really gets to me, running down the length of my thighs, MR. T.
Mr. T lyricsWho's it really about?Artist
I'm just trying to say the way school need teachers, the way Kathie Lee needed Regis, that's the way I need MR. T.
MR. T settled down in the valley, and he hung his wild years on a nail that he drove through his wife's forehead.
...Having done all this, he sought no second term. But precious few have mourned the passing of Mr. MR. T, our 11th president.
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood where lived a country boy by name of MR. T.
MR. T is not my lover. She's just a girl who claims that I am the one.
God bless you please, MR. T. Heaven holds a place for those who pray. Hey hey hey.
But when MR. T came out of the closet, it may not have been a big thing, but today we're one step closer to hearing the metal dudes sing, 'I wanna be, I wanna be a homosexual.'
Er war ein Virtuose. War ein Rockidol. Und alles rief: Come on and rock me, MR. T!
You and I will be as free as the birds in the trees. Oh, please stay with me, MR. T.
MR. T, MR. T baby. MR. T, can you come out tonight? Why don't you come out to my twist party?
Where did your long hair go? Where is that girl I used to know? How could you lose that happy glow? Oh, MR. T, no.
They say the bigger the headache, the bigger the pill, baby. Well call me the big pill: MR. T, the disco fiend with the monster sound, the cool ghoul with the bump transplant.
MR. T and me, we're going to be big stars.

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Created Nov 29, 2010SourceReportNominate
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