She's Got It Bad

i get off my things, i lay down in the sidelanes

i don't feel that i hide, just permanently ride

and i'm waiting for your gentle rain

something that'll help me learn

but one look at her and you know

that she's got it bad

one look in the mirror shows

i live as i want

but she's got it bad

check it out, check it out, roll up there now

huh!

she's headed for a festival of heartache

miss executive desperationyou only suck the

blood that's spilled

your macho imitation femininity is killed

i pray that you feel no pain

only if it helps you learn

but one look at her and you know

that she's got it bad

one look and the mirror shows

i live as i want

but she's got it bad

she knows it

it shows!