What's with these homies dissin' my girl
Why do they gotta front
What did we ever do to these guys
That made them so violent
[Ooh-Ooh] But you know I'm yours
[Ooh-Ooh] And I know you're mine
And that's why...
We-ooh, I look just like Buddy Holly
Oh-oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore
I don't care what they say about us anyway
I don't care about that
Don't you ever fear; I'm always there
I know that you need help
Your tongue is twisted, your eyes are slit
You need a guardian
Bang-bang knockin' on the door
Another bang-bang get down on the floor
Oh no, what do we do
Don't look now but I lost my shoe
I can't run and I can't kick
Whatsa matter babe, are you feelin' sick
Whatsa matter, whatsa matter, whatsa matter with you
Whatsa matter, babe, are you feelin' blue
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