i met a girl and i knew she was one
(dom ba dey wa say say yo)
(“satan!”)
by time i got her she was over and done
(dagga da once a dayo)
i met a lady and she wouldn’t believe
i met a woman and she’s wounded and freed
enjoyed my watching her bleed
i need a woman who is good under stress
someone who can clean up my mess
under suspension, growing suspicious
(hand me your halo) , growing vicious
going headlong, gone fishin’
growing libido but something is missing
ready for action and acting suspicious
got my mohito and it’s none of your business
yea, i run a broad panorama
but i turn to the bright side with my ready-made bandana
and it’s usually you, usually you on my mind…
and it used to be you, but now i’ve all but resigned
yea, we gonna miss her tonight…
(she was my broad street bully…)