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It's like it always rains when I run my brain The chitter chatters got me shattered and I feel like I'm scattered now I'm battered knocked down to the concrete Because I'm cruising past that parking lot on 17th 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 of my dreams they turn into a lie And now I'm feeling like I'm sitting on the edge of a knife Wo now wo hey wo say wo I wanna tell her that I love her but I don't all the time Wo now wo hey wo say wo It's got me drinking and I'm thinking as I drive through the light Starin out through the windshield wipers Then it hits me like a shot from a sniper Chorus Judy that baby ain't got my eyes I wonder whose eyes they is yea Judy that baby ain't got my smile I wonder whose smile that is yea Should have been foolproof 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 Ya ya you got me tweakin 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 take it all back Wo now wo hey wo say wo I wanna tell her that I love her but I don't all the time Wo now wo hey wo say wo I got the feeling that I'm living at the scene of a crime Starin out through the windshield wipers Then it hits me like a shot from a sniper Repeat Chorus It's no use It's no use Wo now wo hey wo say wo I wanna tell her that I love her but I don't all the time Wo now wo hey wo say wo I got the feeling like I'm livin at the scene of a crime Wo now wo hey wo say wo I could have sworn that I was trippin it was such a surprise Wo now wo hey wo say wo 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 a sniper Repeat Chorus Judy that baby ain't got my eyes I wonder whose eyes they is yea Judy that baby ain't got my smile I wonder whose smile that is yea Judy that baby ain't got my style I wonder whose style that is yea Judy that baby just ain't my child I wonder whose child that is I know it ain't mine It must be his it must be his Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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