Well just slow down come on Lupe Brown
Tell Desdemona that iʼm ready to leave
Well sheʼs nothing much to look at and sheʼs hard to believe
Donʼt go down, throw youʼre arms around
Every little psycho that you happen to see
Well you meant everything to them but you meant nothing to me
Well youʼre girlfriend made me itch
And though iʼll keep you in mind I would be happy to switch
I donʼt know where you got that voice
But I would sell it to London if you gave me the choice
Check those old clothes and those red bows
Though youʼre a scrawny pup I would be happy just to cheer you up, oh yes
Well you just slow down come on Lupe Brown
Tell Desdemona that iʼm ready to leave
Well sheʼs nothing much to look at and sheʼs hard to believe
Donʼt go down throw youʼre arms around
Every little psycho that you happen to see
Well you meant everything to them but you meant nothing to me
You got nothing I wish to steal
Cause I got nothing to give you on account of Lucille
She donʼt walk like a cripple should
Well sheʼs Colombiaʼs finest oh, sheʼs better than good
Wednesdayʼs DJʼs came in side ways
Yelling for the mother of the sister of the sister and the brother of Orla the tease
Well just slow down come on Lupe Brown
Tell Desdemona that iʼm ready to leave
Well sheʼs nothing much to look at and sheʼs hard to believe
Donʼt go down throw youʼre arms around
Every little psycho that you happen to see
Well you meant everything to them, but you meant nothing to me
Writer(s): John Lawler
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