Letras
She's up
No, she's down
I think I just saw what she had for breakfast
As she rolled on the ground
Is she drunk on rum?
No, looks more like champagne
Lord, wouldn't daddy be so proud
Of his little hurricane
Well, she's dancing
No, looks more like soft porn
I'm thinking if that fella plays his cards right
He might see the crack of dawn
Where are her friends?
Looks like they've all jumped ship
They give her enough to liquor up an army
Then they give her the slip
Well, I don't want to seem old-fashioned
And I'm not saying I don't like a drink
But you should curb your dance floor passion
And the lack of underwear needs a rethink
Oh, the singer sees it all
The singer sees it all
The singer sees it all
I know him
Yeah, and that's not his wife
The bull is taking time out of the pasture
With a new cow in his life
Ooh, and it's not pretty
I see where he's got his hand
He's lucky that her lady purse just covers
His golden wedding band
Ooh, and she likes it
Oh, woman, where's your pride?
The guy looks like a mile of unpaved road
And you're his pothole on the side
Go easy, mama
Yeah, I think you two need a room
There's a party in his pants and you're invited
Where did you park your broom?
Well, I don't want to seem unsympathetic
To the needs of senior citizens like you
But stuff gets out of hand now if you let it
And old people shouldn't play no peek-a-boo
Oh, the singer sees it all
The singer sees it all
The singer sees it all
It's like a fishbowl
And you're all naughty, naughty fish
And I read every dirty little secret
Every zip-busting wish
You're watching me
Mmm, and I'm watching you