So tell me what it is, what is was and what is
shall be? What's around the corner? What's with
you and me? Can you see in the crystal ball if we
changing, breaking the mold of tripped-out
relationship? What goes up is always gonna come
down. Is there fact in that fiction? Do I feel
friction? Shhh! Don't answer, not even a question.
I don't think I could take the rejection. Not
today , I'm in a tux with tight fit. Lights are
flashin' tapes are rollin'. I wonder if I've been
spotted here alone and I wonder if I could get a
refund on this bow. I turn my scenery into words,
pour my 40's on the curb, light my candle sticks
at night... ...get 'em cowboy. She's the queen of
the ball. I wonder what it's like on the other
side? I could be the man with the beautiful bride.
It's hard to admit you need attention. But you're
ready and willing to take some one's affection. I
became a spectacle to get mine. You do what'cha
gotta do, respectable or not. It takes one to know
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/SlIone I've learned. I did it to myself and now I got
burned. Guilt by association is my crime. It seems
like everyone is having a good time. How could
everyone be having a good time? I turn my scenery
into words, pour my 40's on the curb, light my
candle sticks at night... ...get 'em cowboy. She's
the queen of the ball, the best of them all. I got
her phone number off the bathroom wall. It said,
"for a good time, call her best
friend!", 'cause she won't give you nothin'
even if your her man. Why you trippin' on me? I
didn't do nothing wrong, not that you can see.
Through my blinds, I watch you drive by, to see
who's in the car, to see who's gettin' a ride. I
know there is an end to this thing I'm in. You
told me go to hell and that's where I've been. I
could move away and start my life again, but this
is a game that I plan to win... ...get 'em cowboy.
C-out