What is it we wanna do
Chorus
Now that I'm allowed to be alone with you?
Birthday Girl, it's your birthday
Wherever you wanna go.
Now you're old enough to go and see the R-rated show now
R-rated show
Verse 1
Yo, She said she was a magazine editor named Janine
Backstage in high heels and painted on jeans
Probably had the most devious eyes I'd ever seen
Told me she was twenty-two she was only seventeen
She had somethin' to hide she snuck in from outside
And got everybody gassed like the car I drive
With all that grown lady ass and my far out vibe
She said she came to see them roots boy fall out live
But listen
Chorus
Verse 2
You see the girls look good but they brains not ready
I talk to a woman, her mind is more steady
Probably something in the way they designed that's more steady
I just let you inside cause the line so heavy
But I shoulda known better cause now I feel like America's underbelly
R. Kelly, gutter smut peddlers, internet predators, chat-room irregulars
This not my twist
You tryna send me to the therapist, miss
Chorus
Verse 3
Now she told me cheddar cheese grits
Two tomato fried fish
Cause she heard it's my dish
Tryna be my sidekick
All the people all around thinking she was my chick
Saying DAMN the girl thick
But she ain't no twenty-six
Looking at me like am up to somethin' on the funny tip
Like I ever really been the one to try to honey drip
Its your birthday so let me know the gift you wanna get
In fact blow out the candles on the cake and make a wish for me
They can't really seem to look away
So they tried asking her to stay
Fake I.D. you won't get turned away
You look lovely tonight
Now you're old enough to buy a gun
So many better ways of having fun
Right now I can only think of one
You look lovely tonight.
pretty sure the lyrics above are incorrect.
What is it we wanna do Chorus Now that I'm allowed to be alone with you? Birthday Girl, it's your birthday Wherever you wanna go. Now you're old enough to go and see the R-rated show now R-rated show
Verse 1 Yo, She said she was a magazine editor named Janine Backstage in high heels and painted on jeans Probably had the most devious eyes I'd ever seen Told me she was twenty-two she was only seventeen She had somethin' to hide she snuck in from outside And got everybody gassed like the car I drive With all that grown lady ass and my far out vibe She said she came to see them roots boy fall out live But listen
Chorus
Verse 2 You see the girls look good but they brains not ready I talk to a woman, her mind is more steady Probably something in the way they designed that's more steady I just let you inside cause the line so heavy But I shoulda known better cause now I feel like America's underbelly R. Kelly, gutter smut peddlers, internet predators, chat-room irregulars This not my twist You tryna send me to the therapist, miss
Chorus
Verse 3 Now she told me cheddar cheese grits Two tomato fried fish Cause she heard it's my dish Tryna be my sidekick All the people all around thinking she was my chick Saying DAMN the girl thick But she ain't no twenty-six Looking at me like am up to somethin' on the funny tip Like I ever really been the one to try to honey drip Its your birthday so let me know the gift you wanna get In fact blow out the candles on the cake and make a wish for me
They can't really seem to look away So they tried asking her to stay Fake I.D. you won't get turned away You look lovely tonight Now you're old enough to buy a gun So many better ways of having fun Right now I can only think of one You look lovely tonight.
Chorus