I get off my things, I lay down in the sidelanes
I dont feel that I hide, just permanently ride
And Im waiting for your gentle reign
Something thatll help me learn
But one look at her and you know
That shes got it bad
One look and the mirror shows
I live as I want
But shes got it bad
Check it out, check it out, roll up there now
Huh!
Shes headed for a festival of heartache
Miss executive desperation you only suck the
Blood thats spilled
Your macho imitation femininity is killed
I pray that you dont feel no pain
Only if it helps you learn
But one look at her and you know
That shes got it bad
One look and the mirror shows
I live as I want
But shes got it bad
She knows it
It shows!
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