That's the sound of curiosity peakin' like cops that pat you down, boyfriend's probably seekin' the dirt
On his skirt as if he's deep in the earth, like who had reached in her shirt and who was sleepin' with her
But Hey!! She's only human and probably only doin' the dude who she loves most so you know who she's screwin'
But while you lyin' there spoonin assumin life is just all good, you inadvertently missed the size of the falsehood
Livin' life in a small hood you probably collide with lots of the guys who used to climb on top of your wife
So it's not a surprise you askin' the stupidest questions. Who was the best in the sack and how many dudes have you slept with
But the chances you didn't want them answers, and can't live with it she used to be just a dancer
Makin' the fast tips you would stuff her pants with, and fast as mass transit she taught you what romance is
I'm so glad we met (Hey Shorty) C'mon girl try to be patient I know I'm a pain in the ass
But your ex-boyfriend has me stressed (Back off, Dude) And all of this sex stuff should just remain in the past
No we can't get married yet It isn't just that it's greener. It's also the length of the grass
And somehow you keep on runnin' to me And we keep livin' in fear of the Idiot Gear
Right about this time, most of y'all are just wishin' that this is fiction or itchin' to ask your chick if your dick is in her depiction
Of fittin' inside her stitchin' when you sewin' it up, and to think that most of this stuff is just over a fuck
I know what you're thinkin'. We've all grown up with women, and livin' without 'em seems like it's harder than livin' with 'em
But if you hit 'em you'll probably end up livin' in prison fellas. Then you'll be someone' bitch I hope your girlfriend isn't jealous
This Cinderella shit's totally irrelevant. You'll never get a girl older than 7 that's been celibate
Cause every chick has been around the block with a guy or 10, and guys are sensitive. It's better that you lie to them
Even the violent men who dress up in street clothes, with stilletos and heat know they got delicate egos
If she chose to tell you all the persons with whom she put in work in the womb it would burst your balloon. POP!
I'm so glad we met (Hey Shorty) C'mon girl try to be patient I know I'm a pain in the ass
But your ex-boyfriend has me stressed (Back off, Dude) And all of this sex stuff should just remain in the past
No we can't get married yet It isn't just that it's greener. It's also the length of the grass
And somehow you keep on runnin' to me And we keep livin' in fear of the Idiot Gear
Lookin' at your sweetest snapshot that's when you start to wonder, about the backdrop of her other lovers
When you discover another flick of her hidden up under there, dressed in summer wear with her ex given her bunny ears
Her past life's still chillin' in the picture frame. She'd probably forget his name if the dick's the same
Which is lame, but for some dumb reason, the last bum seeps into your dreams and you become unseasoned
Till one evenin' you build up the heart to ask her. Disaster!!! With your lungs breathin' hard as asthma
And after she breaks down and tells you the truth, it leads to a fight and she's yellin at you
and I'm convinced of this, bein' your queen's only king you miss. See, lou was right. Ignorance is bliss
I'm so glad we met (Hey Shorty) C'mon girl try to be patient I know I'm a pain in the ass
But your ex-boyfriend has me stressed (Back off, Dude) And all of this sex stuff should just remain in the past
No we can't get married yet It isn't just that it's greener. It's also the length of the grass
And somehow you keep on runnin' to me Oh, what's a guy to do!