The song lyrics were written by the band Van Halen, as they were asked to write a song for the 1979 movie "Over the Edge" starring Matt Dillon. The movie (and the lyrics, although more obliquely) are about bored, rebellious youth with nothing better to do than get into trouble. If you see the movie, these lyrics will make more sense. It's a great movie if you grew up in the 70s/80s you'll definitely remember some of these characters from your own life. Fun fact, after writing the song, Van Halen decided not to let the movie use it.
I love you
I-I-I, I-I-I I love you
I love-I love-I love, I love you
I-I-I-I-I-I, I love you
I-I-I-I-I-i love, I-I love you
I love, I-I-I, I love you
I-I-I-I-I-I love you
I-I-I-I-I-I love you
I-I love you
I love you
I-I-love-, I-I
I-I love-love-love you-you-you
I love-, love-love you-you-you
Yo, if that girl knows where you stay, that's poor
Some whore banging on your door what for?
Pregnant? What're you talking about this for
Fifteen, she's underage, that's raw
And against law 5 years or more
And she wants a score and half of a draw
That's the kind of friend that you try and ignore
That whore got you pinned down to the floor
But it's your own fault you said three magic words (I love you)
When that's the one for the birds
When you said that she forgot other boys
Its over you better start buying the toys
There was no intention in front of your wife
That she knows this that she's ending your life
It's a real shame you got hacked by the whores
It's a real shame that kid probably ain't yours
That girl' some bitch you know?
She keep calling my phone
She don't leave me alone
She just moan and groan
She just keep ringin' me at home
These days I don't answer my phone
That boy' some prick you know?
All up in my hair
Thinks that I care
Keeps following me here
Keeps following me there
These days I can't go no where
Ain't that your girl?
Nah, it ain't my girl
I swear that's your girl
Course it ain't my girl
She got juiced up
Oh well
She got chatted up
Oh well
I swear that's your man
I ain't got no man
You was with that man
He was just any man
He got hotted up
Oh well
He got whacked up
Oh well (alright)
She's a bad girl I'ma buss doe
Captain Rosco with a crossbow
She came she got picked off yo
Nah its not a love ting, get lost hoe
Dizzy rascal come down like snow
With freezing cold flows like Moscow
Dumb hoe, get me upset, guns blow
Bitch, you're not ready for skid row
Leap low dizzy rascal dig low
Big feet for the force with my big toe
I got no chaps, no chains not much doe
Get juiced but you don't get love though
Don't slap or you might get a ho-hoe
Jambo coming through like Rambo
Love ting takes two like tango
But she ain't my wifey she can go
That girl' some bitch ya know
She keep calling my phone
She don't leave me alone
She just moan and groan
She just keep ringin' me at home
These days I don't answer my phone
That boy' some prick you know?
All up in my hair
Thinks that I care
Keeps following me here
Keeps following me there
These days I can't go no where
Ain't that your girl?
Nah, it ain't my girl
I swear that's your girl
Course it ain't my girl
She got juiced up
Oh well
She got chatted up
Oh well
I swear that's your man
I ain't got no man
You was with that man
He was just any man
He got hotted up
Oh well
He got whacked up
Oh well (listen)
I like your girl so you better look after your girl
Or I might just take your girl and make your girl my girl
Switch your girl with Michelle
Switch Michelle with Chantelle
Play Chantelle with Shennele
Lyrical clientele but I ain't a bow cat, I don't like the smell
I'm gonna go through a shell and make a boy feel unwell
That girl's from school, that girl's from college
That girl gives brains, that girl gives knowledge
That girl gives head, that girl gives shines
That girl gives bj's at all times
She looks decent, she looks fine
But don't talk about wifey she's not mine
She got batches, 6 in a line, believe me that's not a good sign
That girl' some bitch ya know
She keep calling my phone
She don't leave me alone
She just moan and groan
She just keep ringin' me at home
These days I don't answer my phone
That boy' some prick you know?
All up in my hair
Thinks that I care
Keeps following me here
Keeps following me there
These days I can't go no where
Ain't that your girl?
Nah, it ain't my girl
I swear that's your girl
Course it ain't my girl
She got juiced up
Oh well
She got chatted up
Oh well
I swear that's your man
I ain't got no man
You was with that man
He was just any man
He got hotted up
Oh well
He got whacked up
Oh well (listen)
Uh, Dizzee Rascal (love you, I-I, love you)
Roll Deep (I love-love-love, I love-love you-you)
It's all love, ha ha (I love you, I-you, I-you, love-love)
2000 and slew, get me (I love you, I-I love you-you)
Damn right I'm articulate, I'm not an idiot (I-I)
Dem boy nah ready yet, trend they could never set (I-I)
This is the next step, I write the 2-step (I-I)
Niggas better get set, I'll make your girl wet (I-I-I-I-I-I)
I'm articulate, I'm not an idiot (I-I)
Dem boy nah ready yet, trend they could never set (I-I)
This is the next step, I write the 2-step (I-I)
Niggas better get set, I'll make your girl wet (I-I-I I love you-you-you you)
I-I-I, I-I-I I love you
I love-I love-I love, I love you
I-I-I-I-I-I, I love you
I-I-I-I-I-i love, I-I love you
I love, I-I-I, I love you
I-I-I-I-I-I love you
I-I-I-I-I-I love you
I-I love you
I love you
I-I-love-, I-I
I-I love-love-love you-you-you
I love-, love-love you-you-you
Yo, if that girl knows where you stay, that's poor
Some whore banging on your door what for?
Pregnant? What're you talking about this for
Fifteen, she's underage, that's raw
And against law 5 years or more
And she wants a score and half of a draw
That's the kind of friend that you try and ignore
That whore got you pinned down to the floor
But it's your own fault you said three magic words (I love you)
When that's the one for the birds
When you said that she forgot other boys
Its over you better start buying the toys
There was no intention in front of your wife
That she knows this that she's ending your life
It's a real shame you got hacked by the whores
It's a real shame that kid probably ain't yours
That girl' some bitch you know?
She keep calling my phone
She don't leave me alone
She just moan and groan
She just keep ringin' me at home
These days I don't answer my phone
That boy' some prick you know?
All up in my hair
Thinks that I care
Keeps following me here
Keeps following me there
These days I can't go no where
Ain't that your girl?
Nah, it ain't my girl
I swear that's your girl
Course it ain't my girl
She got juiced up
Oh well
She got chatted up
Oh well
I swear that's your man
I ain't got no man
You was with that man
He was just any man
He got hotted up
Oh well
He got whacked up
Oh well (alright)
She's a bad girl I'ma buss doe
Captain Rosco with a crossbow
She came she got picked off yo
Nah its not a love ting, get lost hoe
Dizzy rascal come down like snow
With freezing cold flows like Moscow
Dumb hoe, get me upset, guns blow
Bitch, you're not ready for skid row
Leap low dizzy rascal dig low
Big feet for the force with my big toe
I got no chaps, no chains not much doe
Get juiced but you don't get love though
Don't slap or you might get a ho-hoe
Jambo coming through like Rambo
Love ting takes two like tango
But she ain't my wifey she can go
That girl' some bitch ya know
She keep calling my phone
She don't leave me alone
She just moan and groan
She just keep ringin' me at home
These days I don't answer my phone
That boy' some prick you know?
All up in my hair
Thinks that I care
Keeps following me here
Keeps following me there
These days I can't go no where
Ain't that your girl?
Nah, it ain't my girl
I swear that's your girl
Course it ain't my girl
She got juiced up
Oh well
She got chatted up
Oh well
I swear that's your man
I ain't got no man
You was with that man
He was just any man
He got hotted up
Oh well
He got whacked up
Oh well (listen)
I like your girl so you better look after your girl
Or I might just take your girl and make your girl my girl
Switch your girl with Michelle
Switch Michelle with Chantelle
Play Chantelle with Shennele
Lyrical clientele but I ain't a bow cat, I don't like the smell
I'm gonna go through a shell and make a boy feel unwell
That girl's from school, that girl's from college
That girl gives brains, that girl gives knowledge
That girl gives head, that girl gives shines
That girl gives bj's at all times
She looks decent, she looks fine
But don't talk about wifey she's not mine
She got batches, 6 in a line, believe me that's not a good sign
That girl' some bitch ya know
She keep calling my phone
She don't leave me alone
She just moan and groan
She just keep ringin' me at home
These days I don't answer my phone
That boy' some prick you know?
All up in my hair
Thinks that I care
Keeps following me here
Keeps following me there
These days I can't go no where
Ain't that your girl?
Nah, it ain't my girl
I swear that's your girl
Course it ain't my girl
She got juiced up
Oh well
She got chatted up
Oh well
I swear that's your man
I ain't got no man
You was with that man
He was just any man
He got hotted up
Oh well
He got whacked up
Oh well (listen)
Uh, Dizzee Rascal (love you, I-I, love you)
Roll Deep (I love-love-love, I love-love you-you)
It's all love, ha ha (I love you, I-you, I-you, love-love)
2000 and slew, get me (I love you, I-I love you-you)
Damn right I'm articulate, I'm not an idiot (I-I)
Dem boy nah ready yet, trend they could never set (I-I)
This is the next step, I write the 2-step (I-I)
Niggas better get set, I'll make your girl wet (I-I-I-I-I-I)
I'm articulate, I'm not an idiot (I-I)
Dem boy nah ready yet, trend they could never set (I-I)
This is the next step, I write the 2-step (I-I)
Niggas better get set, I'll make your girl wet (I-I-I I love you-you-you you)
Lyrics submitted by Selling Absolutions
I Luv U Lyrics as written by Dylan Kwabena Mills
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