Lyrics Where Do You Think You're Going in That? (Revisited) - Kelly

Where Do You Think You're Going in That? (Revisited)

Excuse me!
What is that coming down my stairs?
You’d better just go ahead and turn yourself back around
And what, what we’re gonna do is
We’re gonna put some clothes on you
Those aren’t clothes
That’s something those streetwalkers wear
The prostitutes
You wanna make 5 dollars?
Help your father put his shoes on
If you wanna make 5 dollars
You just help with your father put his shoes on
He has bad back
You wanna make 10?
March upstairs and change your clothes
You’re not going out like that, missy
You cannot leave this house
Brenda from across the street will have a heart attack
And it’ll be your fault
You look like a transvestite for Chri-i
Your face is painted like a clown
And it’s not even funny
You scare me
Cannot believe you’re from my loins
I’m gonna tell your father
I’m gonna tell your father that you’re looking like this
Tart
It’s not even a fruit tart
Fruit tarts are sweet
Is that a tattoo?
Oh, for Chri-i
You don’t even know Chinese
You better put some make-up on that
I have some foundation
We’re just gonna go ahead and cover that up
I have a nice house dress
We can put a belt on it
I don’t see anybody else dressing like that down the street
All those girls
All those girls at the donut shop
You’re gonna go right back upstairs
And you’re gonna put something else on
Cause I’m not gonna have this
Oh, no, you’re not going, no
You’ve got me flustered
Now you got me flustered
Now you’ve got me flustered, lady
You don’t like it when I am flustered
I get red
And my blood pressure goes up
And your father can’t talk to me for weeks
Of course, your father doesn’t talk to me anyway
Cause he’s deaf