I get off my things I lay down in the sidelanes
I don't feel that I hide just permanently ride
And I'm waiting for your gentle reign
Something that'll help me learn
But one look at her and you know
That she's got it bad
One look and the mirror shows
I live as I want
Buts he's got it bad
Check it out check it out roll up there now huh!
She's headed for a festival of heartache
Miss executive desperation you only suck the blood that's spilled
Your macho imitation femininity is killed
I pray that you don't feel no pain
Only if it helps you learn
But one look at her and you know ...
She knows it
It shows!
Writer(s): Hucknall
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