Dude looks like a lady (Baby let me follow you down) Cruised into a bar on the shore Her picture graced the grime on the door She's a long lost love at first bite Baby, maybe you're wrong But you know it's all right, that's right Back stage we're having

Looks to me like I'm flying high And my uproarious arrival pushed the noise to the scene This inglorious desire that would be left out of me So I'll be open to rise And open closed minds, hook lines I'll make 'em edible You'll gobble it down Like it's

I like doin' what she likes Doin' what she likes She likes hearin' how good she looks in them blue jeans Little kisses, sweeter than sweet tea Things I whispered in her ear, oh my Like running my fingers through her long hair Lightin' watermelon candles

She looks just like me, just like me I see you on your back And I just can't believe No, I just can't believe She can, she can, she can have you Just like me, ooh Pictures, they flash And I can't even sleep Got those heels on that you love

From Black Diamond Bay On Black Diamond Bay Up on the white veranda She wears a necktie and a Panama hat Her passport shows a face From another time and place She looks nothing like that And all the remnants of her recent past Are scattered in the wild

Yeah, she's the Yeah, she's the boss and I'm an old romantic doing favors, don't look good on paper But when she looks behind these eyes, girl I can see the psyche, and baby I like it Yeah, she's the Yeah, she's the, old romantic doing

What tonight looks like Yeah, what my baby told me Oh, what my baby told me She said "I likes my big daddy, but I'm crazy about his Pontiac" We gon' drive out on the highway, turn the bright lights on Oh, driving on the highway, and he cut the bright

Got a rebel soul with a whole lot of gypsy wild style She can't be tied down but for a while I'll be falling free and so in love Might break my heart but God she drives me wild child She's a wild child Looks like royal in a thrift store dress Keeps my

This what Sauga feels like in the night time That smile on your face Makes it easy to trust you Watch what she doin' when the light shine Drunk niggas tryin' a talk in the strip club Shawty silhouette looks like a dolla sign Caught up (caught up) Thats

Shoot 'em down, Shoot 'em down, Shoot 'em down, She looks so fine Like champagne or wine No one ever gets her Oh ain't she cool Plays us for fools If we want to let her Across the room she sees some buffoon Blown away by her style