Pretty girl, walking down the avenue
In all honesty she's so fine I don't really know what to do
She tells me boy, you need to fix your hair

I tell her girl -- I don't think I've ever cared.

You have no place to be

Drop your things and come with me
It's simple there's no allegory
I'm not poetic but who deserves a symphony

(Ooh ooh)

Who said talent was playing fast and getting a name

I bet it was the same fool who said that love was a game
Mother told me, don't play a game that isn't fair
I tell her girl

I don't think I've ever cared.

You have no place to be

Drop your things and come with me
It's simple there's no allegory
I'm not poetic but who deserves a symphony

(Ooh ooh)
(Na Na naa naa)


Give me some of that sweet sympathy
Lord help me unravel, let me be set free.