Why Judy - album/edited version Lyrics
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
Yeah...
Shit 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
Yeah...
It's no use
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It's no use...
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' 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 mine...
It must be his
His his his
It must be his
Yeah...
