My woman from Tokyo She makes me see She's so good to me Talk about her like a queen Dancing in a eastern dream Fly into the rising sun Faces, smiling every one Yeah, she is a whole new tradition I feel it in my heart

But I got one of for you my Portobello Belle She thinks she's tough She ain't no English rose But the blind singer He's seen enough and he knows He do a song about a long-gone Irish girl Belladonna's on the high street Her breasts upon the offbeat And

Oh, off across the room, she sits alone... Pretty as a picture, sadder than a sad song. Well, I'll do whatever it takes, try whatever works. I can't just sit here and watch her hurt. While she's so sad, while Mr Right did her wrong, I'll give her one

Oh Lord, oh Lord Oh Lord, oh Lord, do You see us down here? Sometimes I look up to the sky When I die, put my ashes in the trash bag I don't care where they go Don't waste your money on my gravestone I'm more concerned about my soul Everybody's gon' die

Don't get it fucked up I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my Yesterday was the freshest nigga in America I swear to God I ain't lyin' bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh Niggas talkin' bout oh shit I pull up they like oh shit Now look whose talkin', bitch

Well she's walking through the clouds With a circus mind that's running 'round. Butterflies and zebras, fairy tales, That's all she ever thinks about. When I'm sad she comes to me With a thousand smiles she gives to me free. Said, "It's all right, take

Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about

Lady sings the blues She feels so sad Just what the blues is all about She's got them bad Wants the world to know She tells her side Nothing to hide Now the world will now The blues ain't nothing but a pain in your heart

And everything I need And she's everything I ever wanted I talk about her I go on and on, and on 'Cause she's everything to me She's everything to me She's a yellow pair of running shoes A holey pair of jeans She looks great in cheap sunglasses

Hey, so what you wanna do? She's 'bout to go in She likes that low end Damn, her ass is so big Just keep it bumping Peaches and cream Uh oh, there she go, that's that look all on her face Shorty dancin' like she knows she's the baddest in the place Hey,