Don't you know? Woah, don't you, baby, hey It won't matter, baby Used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty Scream, "Ride or die," I thought you would ride with me Found out you was jealous, you wouldn't even grind with me And when I copped the 6 you

That's what you do to me Just call me crazy That's what you do Insane, deranged It don't matter to me Call it what you want to; I don't care And it doesn't make a difference 'long as she's there Lovin' you is crazy Crazy is what I'll be

They don't wanna see it happen But we say, "Fuck it" One way or another I'mma love you Slidin' under covers, undercover You know they don't wanna see us together But it don't matter, no, 'cause I got you Anytime you're under the weather Babe, we can

If it don't matter to you, it don't matter to me, woah baby If it don't matter to you, it don't matter to me, woah no no no Bring it on down, bring it on down to me Woah baby, woah baby Yeah yeah yeah yeah Everyday people like you And me just wanna live

(You want a piece of me) I'm Mrs. Lifestyles of the rich and famous I'm Mrs. she's too big now she's too thin You want a piece of me? You want a piece of me I'm Mrs. Oh my God that Britney's shameless! Don't matter if I step on the scene Or sneak away to

Crack rock crack rock Hittin' stones in glass homes You're smokin' stones in abandoned homes Crooked cop dead cop You don't know how little you matter Until you're all alone In the middle of Arkansas With a little rock left in that glass dick

Part of me, won't agree 'Cause I dunno if it's for sure Suddenly, suddenly I dont feel so insecure Everybody says the same thing to you It's just a matter how you solve them (solve them) I don't think I knew what I had Everybody's got their problems

It don't matter if you're black or white But, if you're thinkin' about my baby Yea, yea, yea now I took my baby on a Saturday bang Boy is that girl with you Yes we're one and the same Now I believe in miracles And a miracle has happened tonight

If I can't bring you to my house I'll bring my house to you So come on hitch your wagon Water and electric and a place to drain the septic Any KOA is A-OK as long as I'm with you To the living room I'm draggin' It don't matter where we go We'll never be

That's all right. What you call me? You didn't! You don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats. Well I tell you one dog-gone thing. It makes me feel good to know one thing. I know I'm a lover. Matter of opinion. That's all right, Mama was. Papa too.