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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