Say you like my eyes Want to feel my thighs Want to make me sigh 'Cause you think I'm fly But let me tell you why You won't taste my pie 'Cause you're just a guy Who casts his eye When any tart walks by With her skirt held high And isn't shy To share her pooch Or whip some skull On any jock who thinks he's King of the hill Has money to burn And just wants his turn With any skeezer Who is a man pleaser But you'll never get Any ass with class And you'll never get down With the major brass You will never find 'Cause you are not def And you are not cool And any true fly girl Knows you're a fool And the act you play Is as old as Tut's mummy Would only work an a skeezer With the brains as a dummy You say you're mister big I say you're mister smallyou Put your name up in lights I'm not impressed at all You rented a hotel room By mistake I went in it Your friends look like rejects From the Betty Ford clinic
I'll do work for you Only in your dreams But I know when you see me You cream your jeans But I can't be bought For any price So if you take my advice Put your johnny on ice But that's the price you pay Mister super jock guy 'Cause the superior talent Will always pass you by And you'll never ever know What it's like The hottest, the tightest The tighter than tight You've got dozens of girls Early or late But I won't be The next piece of meat On your plate So if you're thinking of me And you need a date Save me the aggravation Stay home and masturbate 'Cause super jock guys Are too little too late And true fly girls know They just don't rateTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
