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

But she'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

That she's got it bad
One look and the mirror shows
I live as I want

But she's got it bad
She knows it
It shows!