Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm A Man, artist - Pissed Jeans. Date of issue: 23.02.2017
Song language: English
I'm A Man |
| Hey office lady. |
| I see you there with your rolodex |
| You know what I’m going to do for you? |
| I’m going to change out this water jug one-handed |
| But first Imma spill a few drops into your lap |
| And dab them up with this powerful organ in my mouth |
| And by that I mean my tongue |
| Because I’m a man |
| And I can tell by my reflection in this duck painting that I look good |
| You know what a man does? |
| Lays his finger to the side of his nose to catch the grease |
| Then dips that finger into his beer head and that head goes down |
| Yeah I mentioned going down |
| You heard of it? |
| I just want to take that packet of pens and spill it on your naked back |
| African rain I call that |
| Where’s your boss? |
| Don’t answer that because he’s right here |
| I’m pointing at me. |
| I’m your boss |
| Get me a coffee and dip your undies in it because I like my coffee with a nip |
| of cream |
| I’m a man, Miss Office Lady |
| Who’s in that picture frame? |
| I like kids but I don’t like boyfriends |
| And I don’t like husbands |
| You ever been to a zoo and seen the apes? |
| You ever seen the apes and thought |
| Those hairy abominations |
| That hairy one in the corner touching himself with his leatherfingers, |
| that’s a man? |
| When you think of that you think of me |
| You take dictations? |
| You get it? |
| You ever been stapled? |
| Never mind. |
| We’ll get to that |
| You cold? |
| Put on that cardigan you got hanging over your chair |
| Do it slow |
| Pick up that phone and dial S-E-X-F-U-N and guess what |
| My belt’s gonna vibrate and Imma put you on speaker so you can hear yourself |
| begging |
| Imma pick up the phone saying |
| What am I and you know how you’ll answer? |
| A man |
| Go ahead and cry if you need to because I love being flattered |
| Yeah lick that envelope |
| Get that corner real good |
| Let’s refill your stapler. |
| Go on |
| Get out them post-its and write yourself a reminder to thank God for man |
| You got too much shit on your desk |
| You like foreplay? |
| Because I don’t |
| I like to cut to the chase |
| Call a spade a spade |
| I’m a straight shooter |
| I’m a man among men |
| I’ll take the milk and the cow |
| That’s you, you’re the cow |
| I’m easy breezy |
| Gonna measure your entry spot with that ruler you got from the work picnic last |
| summer |
| I already know you’re a size Q pantyhose |
| Q for Quit talkin' chubby |
| I hope you know how to cook because Mother don’t wake up until noon |
| And by that time I’ll be here with you |
| Refilling your water cooler and watching you suck on that hard candy like you |
| never heard of a innuendo |
| So get ready because come 5 I’ll be in the van outside waitin |
| Rubbin at myself like that ape in his cage |
| Thinkin about you and your nasty, nasty, nasty desk |
| And so help me don’t you forget the paper clips |