She be sucking marrow Out of your bone tomorrow Well, she tip-toe out and clipped into another moon She'll trip you up, you stumble And now your world's gonna crumble Like a like's armageddon in a time of doom I said she pick up the pile She's likely heading out of style Let this for the win, rolling you can let it loose ♪ But you better get down to the joint Don't you let her get the best of you ♪ You could have had her but you blew it, dude Can't get the two bit if you never try You're on your own now, buddy And her and her silly puddy 'Cause only a mad dog sit around and cry She be sucking marrow Out of your bone tomorrow Well, she tip-toe out and clipped into another moon She'll trip you up, you stumble And now your world's gonna crumble Like a like's armageddon in a time of doom I said she pick up the pile She's likely heading out of style Let this for the win, rolling you can let it loose ♪ But you better get down to the joint Don't you let her get the best of you