I should feel bad
Got these red hands
Foolin' around with you
A secret attitude
Yeah I feel good
Misunderstood
But I'm from Hollywood
No rules back in my hood
He was a bad married man
That wasn't part of the plan
But I bet she can't stand him anyway
Call me a homewrecker
But I'm the only loser
In the middle of these
Mistakes they made
Woah, woah, woah
Just you and me
Woah, woah, woah
In New Orleans
Checkin' in with a pseudonym
No, it don't mean a thing
No, it don't mean a thing
Sweet pink champagne
Pop it, make rain
Tricklin' down my mouth
Suck it up and spit it back out
I feel no shame
Hotel sheets stained
We both got nothin' to gain
But you got ball and chain
And when your phone is ringin'
You send me outside again
The shower's runnin'
She heard that anyway
And when we both are done
We watch the television
Lace your boots
Close the door
And get away
Woah, woah, woah
Just you and me
Woah, woah, woah
In New Orleans
Checking in with a pseudonym
No, it don't mean a thing
No, it don't mean a thing
No, it don't mean a thing
No, it don't mean a thing
We wear the slippers and robes
But we can't take them home
We get our rubbers and drinks
Out of vending machines
No, it don't mean a thing
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Just you and me
Woah, woah, woah
In New Orleans
Checking in with a pseudonym
No, it don't mean a thing
No, it don't mean a thing
No, it don't mean a thing
No, it don't mean a thing
No, it don't mean a thing