She's the type of girl who's always late
She loves good books and to misbehave
And she kisses with her tongue and her teeth
She knows how many licks it takes
A realist who believes in fate
And she knows how to shut me up when I shouldn't speak
She wears her candy-colored clothes
Sharper than a summer rose
And she rolls like a gangster queen
She said, "promise me, baby"
I said, "anything, my lady"
She said, "promise me you'll never make me just another stupid love song"
I said, "Oh, God, gladly - I mean, I do love you madly
But I would never make you just another stupid love song
No
Well, she's a broad who's all home-grown
She gets my jokes and she holds her own
And she pisses like a man in the street
You know there's nothing as sexy as a beautiful mind
Although her front isn't far behind
And her tail end can sometimes take the lead
She sings a song and she strikes a pose
Makes me come every time she goes
Glory, glory, hallelujah
She said, "promise me, baby"
I said, "anything, my lady"
"Promise me you'll never make me just another stupid love song"
I said, "Oh, God, gladly - I mean, I do love you madly
But baby I don't even write those stupid love songs...
No, I swear!
Well, so, I played her this song
But would you believe it, she looked at me with tears in her eyes
So I said, "baby what's wrong? Ah, babe..."
That's when softly, slowly, she told me
"You promised me, baby
You even called me lady
You promised me you'd never make me just another stupid love song
It hurts so badly, I thought you loved me madly
Why'd you have to go and make me just another stupid love song?
Well? Don't you have anything to say, babe?"
Ah, baby, this one's not about you anyway...
Ey! I know I'm in trouble now, babe...