Letras
When I got out of prep school and went to college
I was on about a 30 minute football scholarship
Went a little girl crazy
One in particular I remember
And all my friends warned me off of her
'Cause she was uh
She belonged to a Baltimore Colt that'd been there the year before
I didn't pay much attention
Back in '62, came a brand new girl to school
Knew I had to get her
Everybody told me I'd never get busted for my cool
But I was gettin' better
So then I asked a friend that used to win the girls
Would he try and help me win her
He said, "I don't know, son
Your style ain't good and your manners are bad
You don't love Jesus and the truth ain't in you"
So I started trying to get her attention in little subtle ways
Like diving down the stairs in front of her
Running my pants up the flagpole
Streaking the dormitory
None of it seemed to work
So I went back to the same friend that I'd talked to before
And he said I'd have to study her movements a little bit
Find out when I can get her alone
We found out she went to the laundromats on Tuesdays
And I could probably find her there, so I did
She said, "The laundromat ain't where it's at
You should've tried to call and court the problem"
Now she's gonna call her friend who goes 3-10
Seven feet tall, can't stop him
I said, "If you say yes, I'll try my Sunday best
There ain't hardly nothing I can think of I wouldn't do to win you"
She said, "I already know about you, boy
Your complexion bad, your breath stink
You ain't as clever as you think
You don't love Jesus and the truth ain't in you"
Truth ain't in you
Your complexion bad, your breath stink
You ain't as clever as you think
You don't love Jesus and the truth ain't in you
Truth ain't in you