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2009-07-21

Shoo - Bed - Ooh

So you thought you just might lose your mind today Brother pushin' that game on ya as if you wanna play Askin' you every other sentence if them titties are real One tramp even had the nerve to touch 'em as if you wanted a feel Shoo-bed-ooh, shoo-bed-ooh, ooh Shoo-bed-ooh, shoo-bed-ooh, ooh The money that you make ain't payin' the rent, so you sleep in cars You wonder aloud if you're happy, you say, "Yea," as if you really are This car you drive with no gas won't take you very far You look up in the sky and wish upon a star (Upon a star) Shoo-bed-ooh, shoo-bed-ooh, ooh Shoo-bed-ooh, shoo-bed-ooh, ooh The answer to the question of life is a gray-haired bitch at least s*ckin' on the ebony dancer in between these dirty sheets Spittin' out the aftertaste of a boy who might not call again If this is the game you stood in line for, see how're you gonna win? (How're you gonna win?) Shoo-bed-ooh, shoo-bed-ooh, ooh So you thought he just might come every time you phone As if you've never been lonely, as if you've never been alone (As if you've never been alone) How you ever gonna win if you let 'em all see your hand? Playin' the queen don't work on your knees as if you understand Shoo-bed-ooh, shoo-bed-ooh, ooh Shoo-bed-ooh, shoo-bed-ooh, ooh Shoo-bed-ooh, shoo-bed-ooh, ooh Shoo-bed-ooh, shoo-bed-ooh, ooh The answer to the question of life is a gray-haired bitch at least s*ckin' on the ebony dancer in between these dirty sheets Spittin' out the aftertaste of a boy who might not call again If this is the game you stood in line for, see how're you gonna win? How you gonna win? Shoo-bed-ooh, shoo-bed-ooh, ooh Shoo-bed-ooh, shoo-bed-ooh, ooh Shoo-bed-ooh, shoo-bed-ooh, ooh Shoo-bed-ooh, shoo-bed-ooh, ooh So you thought you just might lose your mind today