Shoo-bed-ooh

So u thought u just might lose your mind 2day

Brother pushin' that game on ya as if u wanna play

Askin' u every other sentence if them titties are real

One tramp even had the nerve 2 touch 'em as if u wanted a feel



Chorus:

Shoo-bed-ooh, shoo-bed-ooh, ooh!

Shoo-bed-ooh, shoo-bed-ooh, ooh!



The money that u make ain't payin' the rent, so u sleep in cars

U wonder aloud if u're happy - u say, "yea," as if u really are

This car u drive with no gas won't take u very far

U look up in the sky and wish upon a star (upon a star)



Chorus



The answer 2 the question of life is a gray-haired bitch at least

Suckin' 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 u stood in line 4