On the 2 to Bearaokeby GrammarCop You ascend the stairsYour muscular arms rippling in your skin-tight wifebeaterYour five-o'clock shadow is darker than mine And I think (No, I pray) "Please don't sit next to me,lady" (Oh, shit)
You ascend the stairsYour muscular arms rippling in your skin-tight wifebeaterYour five-o'clock shadow is darker than mine
And I think (No, I pray)
"Please don't sit next to me,lady"
(Oh, shit)