Текст песни Hot Action Cop - Why Judy
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It`s like it always rains when I run my brain,The chitter chatter`s got me shattered,And I feel like I`m scattered now,I`m battered,Knocked down to the concrete,Because of cruising past that parking lot on seventeenth street,That`s where me and my girl locked in a backseat bliss,I can`t believe that all this bullshit started up with a kiss,It`s like all my dreams they turn into a life,And now I`m feelin` like I`m sittin` on the edge of a knife!Woah now woah hey woah say woah,I wanna tell her that I love her but I don`t all the time,Woah now woah hey woah say woah,It`s got me drinkin` and I`m thinkin` as I drive through the light,Starin` out through the windshield wipers,Then it hits me like a shot from the sniper!Judy that baby ain`t got my eyes,I wonder whose eyes they is,Yeah,Judy that baby ain`t got my smile,I wonder whose smile that is,YeahShit had me fool proof,But I`m the fool with the proof,It`s just an urban legend if ya think that you`ll be happy,The truth is that la vida loca was all about you creepy sneakin`,Yeah yeah,You got me drinkin` yo,You got the luscious johnson,You got the magic bone,Now you don`t get no money like the lawyer said on the phone,I come to ransack your shack,Your suburb,Your Cadillac,Full custody,I`ll take it all back!Woah now woah hey woah say woah,I wanna tell her that I love her but I don`t all the time,Woah now woah hey woah say woah,I got the feelin` that I`m livin` at the scene of a crime,Starin` out through the windshield wipers,Then it hits me like a shot from the sniper!Judy that baby ain`t got my eyes,I wonder whose eyes they is,Yeah,Judy that baby ain`t got my smile,I wonder whose smile that is,YeahIt`s no use,It`s no useWoah now woah hey woah say woah,I wanna tell her that I love her but I don`t all the time,Woah now woah hey woah say woah,I got the feelin` like I`m livin` at the scene of a crime,Woah now woah hey woah say woah,I coulda sworn that I was trippin` it was such a surprise,Woah now woah hey woah say woah,And now my grip is kinda slippin` while my little one cries,Starin` out through the windshield wipers,Then it hits me like a shot from the sniper!Judy that baby ain`t got my eyes,I wonder whose eyes they is,(Those eyes see),Yeah,Judy that baby ain`t got my smile,(Ain`t got my smile),I wonder whose smile that is,(I wonder),Yeah,Judy that baby ain`t got my style,(That baby),(That baby),I wonder whose style that is,(Woah I wonder),Yeah,Judy that baby just ain`t my child,(It ain`t my child),I wonder whose child that is,I know it ain`t mineIt must be his,His his his,It must be his,Yeah[Thanks to standingonparisinflames@hotmail.com for these lyrics]