's a love lust hussy she left, oh, she rust me dear old girl she was a sight for sore eyes but she was sittin' pretty a sight for sore eyes she was a
I'm sittin' on my porch watchin the law As they ride past in their patrol cars So tell me why I feel the enemy They're supposed to be here protectin'
, and then you find yourself callin me, but you don't wanna jeopardize what you got, even though you would rather be with me you got a man, he never home, pretty
.I.G. like Diddy, damn it, I'm wit' it Khaled we did it, Biggie in my city Please no fitted, f**k it, I'm too pretty Lean back and get brain, stupid,
mo dan jus a princess, Wen she sing (Ashanti: yeah, yeah, yeah), pay attention, Evrybdy listen, Wen u gettin K u no day gon hate, But dat pretty face
Yeah Baby Out the pound (Priceless) Lookin' through Skyline (Always) Sittin' at the top play boy Sand beach water purple green money ya dig To the ceiling
that hell's my wife's home town Well there's reasons for that, and reasons for this I can't think of any just now, but I know they exist I'm sittin
-skin pill-box hat Well, you must tell me, baby How your head feels under somethin' like that Under your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat. Well, you look so pretty
the stately trees They know the secrets of the breeze Tweedle-dee Dum said to Tweedle-dee Dee "Your presence is obnoxious to me." They're like babies sittin
-skin pill-box hat Well, you must tell me, baby How your head feels under somethin' like that Under your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat Well, you look so pretty
(feat. Andy Griffith) Sittin' on a bench at West Town Mall He sat down in his overalls and asked me You waitin' on a woman I nodded yeah and said how
Sittin' on a bench at West Town Mall He sat down in his overalls and asked me You waitin' on a woman I nodded yeah and said how 'bout you He said son
? Till my day comes here's what I'm gonna do. 1 - Be sittin up in my room Back here thinking 'bout you I must confess I'm a mess for you Be sittin
you Til my day comes,here's what I'm gonna do [Chrous:] Be sittin' up in my room Back here thinkin' bout you I must confess,I'm a mess for you Be sittin
drifted from each other's heart Now I'm driving a stolen car on a pitch-black night And I'm doin' my best to make it through Well I'm just sittin' down
Well my soul checked out missing as I sat listening To the hours and minutes tickin? away Yeah just sittin? around waitin? for my life to begin While