You bring your friends over to watch TV Some of them even try to hit on me They leave beer bottles and all kinds of trash You better shape up boy, or I'ma kick your ass, oh Do I, do I, gotta kick your- ♪ ♪ I put on a dress that fits me nice You don't even look at me twice Better put me first, you keep putting me last You gotta shape up boy, or I'ma kick your ass, oh Do I, do I, gotta kick your- ♪ Momma help me, ain't nobody help me You can't believe the truth I hope you're gettin' the message I'm sendin' Hey baby, I'm talkin' to you ♪ I'm done with these games that you play with me Keep it up boy, just wait and see If I leave tonight, I won't be back And on my way out, I'ma kick your ass, oh Do I, do I Do I, do I Do I, do I gotta kick your- And all your friends too