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Okay so a friend challenged me. I accepted it readily. This is the result of, "so, Stacey, can you write a rap song?"
Forgive me...
Forgive me...
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WHITE GIRL
Stacey K. Black
(get your hand off my ass)
I'm just a white girl from Michigan
seasoned with some Native American
and on top a little Italian thrown in.
(c'mon)
But even with this small-town brain
I can spot a playa just the same
and there's one been circling my brain these days.
(I'm here for a good time not for a long time
I'm here for a good time not for a long time)
He called me "shorty" but don't that mean "kid?"
Like his baby momma baby or some such shit
that crawled out from between her legs? Well, I never did.
(c'mon)
Well this chump he really knows what works
on less erudite girls and plastic jerks
who'd kill for his lovin' and his rough trade perks.
(I'm here for a good time not for a long time
I'm here for a good time not for a long time)
Even though he's close to destitute
he looks real cute in his three piece suit
composed of jeans, a t-shirt and a baseball tuque.
(c'mon)
I almost called him a low-down dog
but I took it back like a kiss to a frog
'cause his idea of a Valentine's Day gift is a breast aug.
(I'm here for a good time not for a long time)
A breast aug? Are you kidding me?
(I'm here for a good time not for a long time)
Grow up!
(get your hand off my ass)
Stacey K. Black
(get your hand off my ass)
I'm just a white girl from Michigan
seasoned with some Native American
and on top a little Italian thrown in.
(c'mon)
But even with this small-town brain
I can spot a playa just the same
and there's one been circling my brain these days.
(I'm here for a good time not for a long time
I'm here for a good time not for a long time)
He called me "shorty" but don't that mean "kid?"
Like his baby momma baby or some such shit
that crawled out from between her legs? Well, I never did.
(c'mon)
Well this chump he really knows what works
on less erudite girls and plastic jerks
who'd kill for his lovin' and his rough trade perks.
(I'm here for a good time not for a long time
I'm here for a good time not for a long time)
Even though he's close to destitute
he looks real cute in his three piece suit
composed of jeans, a t-shirt and a baseball tuque.
(c'mon)
I almost called him a low-down dog
but I took it back like a kiss to a frog
'cause his idea of a Valentine's Day gift is a breast aug.
(I'm here for a good time not for a long time)
A breast aug? Are you kidding me?
(I'm here for a good time not for a long time)
Grow up!
(get your hand off my ass)
J.A.Stewart
Experience demonstrates --- over and over --- that dares are best
ignored. We'll just add this one to the evidence pile. I feel your pain. :)
I sense you have moved into your *gluteal* period of songwriting with
your latest offerings... KICKING ass in *Hunter*... contemplating how
*The Pretty Ones* are PAINS in the ass... and getting your ass fondled
in this ditty.
Damn, girl, you've become rather... cheeky --- don't you think? :D
Well, at least the lyrics for this dare-job were rather amusing.
I forgive you. ;-) --- Joe