It`s like it always rains when I run my brain,
The chitter chatter`s got me shattered,
And I feel like I`m scattered now,
I`m battered,
Knocked down to the concrete,
Because of cruising past that parking lot on seventeenth street,
That`s where me and my girl locked in a backseat bliss,
I can`t believe that all this bullshit started up with a kiss,
It`s like all my dreams they turn into a life,
And now I`m feelin` like I`m sittin` on the edge of a knife!
Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
I wanna tell her that I love her but I don`t all the time,
Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
It`s got me drinkin` and I`m thinkin` as I drive through the light,
Starin` out through the windshield wipers,
Then it hits me like a shot from the sniper!
Judy that baby ain`t got my eyes,
I wonder whose eyes they is,
Yeah,
Judy that baby ain`t got my smile,
I wonder whose smile that is,
Yeah
Shit had me fool proof,
But I`m the fool with the proof,
It`s just an urban legend if ya think that you`ll be happy,
The truth is that la vida loca was all about you creepy sneakin`,
Yeah yeah,
You got me drinkin` yo,
You got the luscious johnson,
You got the magic bone,
Now you don`t get no money like the lawyer said on the phone,
I come to ransack your shack,
Your suburb,
Your Cadillac,
Full custody,
I`ll take it all back!
Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
I wanna tell her that I love her but I don`t all the time,
Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
I got the feelin` that I`m livin` at the scene of a crime,
Starin` out through the windshield wipers,
Then it hits me like a shot from the sniper!
Judy that baby ain`t got my eyes,
I wonder whose eyes they is,
Yeah,
Judy that baby ain`t got my smile,
I wonder whose smile that is,
Yeah
It`s no use,
It`s no use
Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
I wanna tell her that I love her but I don`t all the time,
Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
I got the feelin` like I`m livin` at the scene of a crime,
Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
I coulda sworn that I was trippin` it was such a surprise,
Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
And now my grip is kinda slippin` while my little one cries,
Starin` out through the windshield wipers,
Then it hits me like a shot from the sniper!
Judy that baby ain`t got my eyes,
I wonder whose eyes they is,
(Those eyes see),
Yeah,
Judy that baby ain`t got my smile,
(Ain`t got my smile),
I wonder whose smile that is,
(I wonder),
Yeah,
Judy that baby ain`t got my style,
(That baby),
(That baby),
I wonder whose style that is,
(Woah I wonder),
Yeah,
Judy that baby just ain`t my child,
(It ain`t my child),
I wonder whose child that is,
I know it ain`t mine
It must be his,
His his his,
It must be his,
Yeah
[Thanks to standingonparisinflames@hotmail.com for these lyrics]
