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 ?how're U gonna win? (How're U gonna win?) Shoo-bed-ooh, shoo-bed-ooh, ooh! So U thought he just might come every time U phone As if U've never been lonely as if U've never been alone (As if U've never been alone) How U ever gonna win if U let 'em all see your hand? Playin' the queen don't work on your knees as if U understand CHORUS {x2} 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 ?how're U gonna win? How U gonna win? CHORUS {x2} So U thought U just might lose your mind 2day © 1998 NPG Records - ASCAP