I get off my things, I lay down in the sidelanes

I don't feel that I hide, just permanently ride

And I'm waiting for your gentle reign

Something that'll help me learn



But one look at her and you know

That she's got it bad

One look and the mirror shows

I live as I want

But she's got it bad



Check it out, check it out, roll up there now

Huh!

She's headed for a festival of heartache

Miss executive desperation you only suck the

Blood that's spilled

Your macho imitation femininity is killed

I pray that you don't feel no pain

Only if it helps you learn



But one look at her and you know

That she's got it bad

One look and the mirror shows

I live as I want

But she's got it bad

She knows it

It shows!