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Lyric Why Judy


It s like it always rains when I run my brain,
The chitter chatter s got me shattered,
And I feel like I m scattered now,
I m battered,
Knocked down to the concrete,
Because of cruising past that parking lot on seventeenth street,
That s where me and my girl locked in a backseat bliss,
I can t believe that all this bullshit started up with a kiss,
It s like all my dreams they turn into a life,
And now I m feelin like I m sittin on the edge of a knife!

Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
I wanna tell her that I love her but I don t all the time,
Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
It s got me drinkin and I m thinkin as I drive through the light,
Starin out through the windshield wipers,
Then it hits me like a shot from the sniper!

Judy that baby ain t got my eyes,
I wonder whose eyes they is,
Yeah,
Judy that baby ain t got my smile,
I wonder whose smile that is,
Yeah…

Shit had me fool proof,
But I m the fool with the proof,
It s just an urban legend if ya think that you ll be happy,
The truth is that la vida loca was all about you creepy sneakin ,
Yeah yeah,
You got me drinkin yo,
You got the luscious johnson,
You got the magic bone,
Now you don t get no money like the lawyer said on the phone,
I come to ransack your shack,
Your suburb,
Your Cadillac,
Full custody,
I ll take it all back!

Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
I wanna tell her that I love her but I don t all the time,
Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
I got the feelin that I m livin at the scene of a crime,
Starin out through the windshield wipers,
Then it hits me like a shot from the sniper!

Judy that baby ain t got my eyes,
I wonder whose eyes they is,
Yeah,
Judy that baby ain t got my smile,
I wonder whose smile that is,
Yeah…

It s no use,
It s no use…

Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
I wanna tell her that I love her but I don t all the time,
Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
I got the feelin like I m livin at the scene of a crime,
Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
I coulda sworn that I was trippin it was such a surprise,
Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
And now my grip is kinda slippin while my little one cries,
Starin out through the windshield wipers,
Then it hits me like a shot from the sniper!

Judy that baby ain t got my eyes,
I wonder whose eyes they is,
(Those eyes see),
Yeah,
Judy that baby ain t got my smile,
(Ain t got my smile),
I wonder whose smile that is,
(I wonder),
Yeah,
Judy that baby ain t got my style,
(That baby),
(That baby),
I wonder whose style that is,
(Woah I wonder),
Yeah,
Judy that baby just ain t my child,
(It ain t my child),
I wonder whose child that is,
I know it ain t mine…

It must be his,
His his his,
It must be his,
Yeah…