Walk this way! Talk this way! She told me to When she told me how to walk this way Now there's a backseat lover That's always undercover And I talk til my daddy say Said you ain't seen nuthin' Til you're down on her muffin

Something told me it was over When I saw you and her talking Something deep down in my soul said, cry girl When I saw you and that girl, walking arround I would rather, I would rather go blind boy Than to see you, walk away from me child, and all So you

See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk And it's no talkin' back when my gun talk Uh, fuck that nigga, ho ass nigga Leave

How did we end up talking in the first place You said you liked my Cobain shirt Now we're walking back to your place You're telling me how you love that song About living on a prayer I'm pretty sure that we're halfway there And when I wake up next to you

This party, this party wasn't over Somebody, somebody should've told her Hands up in the air, still swaying That band she loves still playing She had this old boy from the boondocks Sweet talking, walking on moon rocks I wish somebody would've told her

This party, this party wasn't over Somebody, somebody should've told her Hands up in the air, still swaying That band she loves still playing She had this old boy from the boondocks Sweet talking, walking on moon rocks I wish somebody would've told her

This party, this party wasn't over Somebody, somebody should've told her Hands up in the air, still swaying That band she loves still playing She had this old boy from the boondocks Sweet talking, walking on moon rocks I wish somebody would've told her

There are moments that the words don't reach (If you see him in the street, walking by her side Talking by her side, have pity) Forgiveness, can you imagine? There is suffering too terrible to name You hold your child as tight as you can Then push away

This party, this party wasn't over Somebody, somebody should've told her Hands up in the air, still swaying That band she loves still playing She had this old boy from the boondocks Sweet talking, walking on moon rocks I wish somebody would've told her

Inside your mind I've been watching you walk I've been learning the way that you talk The back of your head is at the front of my mind Soon I'll crack it open just to see what's inside your mind Marry me, I will wait until you're fast asleep Dreaming