Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Why Judy, artist - Hot Action Cop. Album song Hot Action Cop, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 03.03.2003
Record label: LAVA
Song language: English
Why Judy |
| It’s like it always rains when I run my brain, |
| The chitter chatter’s got me shattered, |
| And I feel like I’m scattered now, |
| I’m battered, |
| Knocked down to the concrete, |
| Because of cruising past that parking lot on seventeenth street, |
| That’s where me and my girl locked in a backseat bliss, |
| I can’t believe that all this bullshit started up with a kiss, |
| It’s like all my dreams they turn into a life, |
| And now I’m feelin’like I’m sittin’on the edge of a knife! |
| Woah now woah hey woah say woah, |
| I wanna tell her that I love her but I don’t all the time, |
| Woah now woah hey woah say woah, |
| It’s got me drinkin’and I’m thinkin’as I drive through the light, |
| Starin’out through the windshield wipers, |
| Then it hits me like a shot from the sniper! |
| Judy that baby ain’t got my eyes, |
| I wonder whose eyes they is, |
| Yeah, |
| Judy that baby ain’t got my smile, |
| I wonder whose smile that is, |
| Yeah |
| Shit had me fool proof, |
| But I’m the fool with the proof, |
| It’s just an urban legend if ya think that you’ll be happy, |
| The truth is that la vida loca was all about you creepy sneakin', |
| Yeah yeah, |
| You got me drinkin’yo, |
| You got the luscious johnson, |
| You got the magic bone, |
| Now you don’t get no money like the lawyer said on the phone, |
| I come to ransack your shack, |
| Your suburb, |
| Your Cadillac, |
| Full custody, |
| I’ll take it all back! |
| Woah now woah hey woah say woah, |
| I wanna tell her that I love her but I don’t all the time, |
| Woah now woah hey woah say woah, |
| I got the feelin’that I’m livin’at the scene of a crime, |
| Starin’out through the windshield wipers, |
| Then it hits me like a shot from the sniper! |
| Judy that baby ain’t got my eyes, |
| I wonder whose eyes they is, |
| Yeah, |
| Judy that baby ain’t got my smile, |
| I wonder whose smile that is, |
| Yeah |
| It’s no use, |
| It’s no use |
| Woah now woah hey woah say woah, |
| I wanna tell her that I love her but I don’t all the time, |
| Woah now woah hey woah say woah, |
| I got the feelin’like I’m livin’at the scene of a crime, |
| Woah now woah hey woah say woah, |
| I coulda sworn that I was trippin’it was such a surprise, |
| Woah now woah hey woah say woah, |
| And now my grip is kinda slippin’while my little one cries, |
| Starin’out through the windshield wipers, |
| Then it hits me like a shot from the sniper! |
| Judy that baby ain’t got my eyes, |
| I wonder whose eyes they is, |
| (Those eyes see), |
| Yeah, |
| Judy that baby ain’t got my smile, |
| (Ain't got my smile), |
| I wonder whose smile that is, |
| (I wonder), |
| Yeah, |
| Judy that baby ain’t got my style, |
| (That baby), |
| (That baby), |
| I wonder whose style that is, |
| (Woah I wonder), |
| Yeah, |
| Judy that baby just ain’t my child, |
| (It ain’t my child), |
| I wonder whose child that is, |
| I know it ain’t mine |
| It must be his, |
| His his his, |
| It must be his, |
| Yeah |