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now in my younger days i used to sport a sh-g
when i went to school i carried lunch in a bag
with an apple for my teacher ’cause i knew i’d get a kiss
always got mad when the cl-ss was dismissed
but when it was in session, i always had a question
i would raise my hand to make her stagger to my desk and
help me with my problem, it was never much
just a trick, to smell her scent and try to sneak a touch
oh, how i wish i could hold her hand and give her a hug
she was married to the man, he was a thug,
his name was lee, he drove a z,
he’d pick her up from school promptly at three o’clock
i was on her jock, yes indeedy i wrote graffiti on the bus
first i’d write her name then carve a plus,
with my name last, on the looking gl-ss,
i seen her yesterday but still i had to let her p-ss

she keeps on p-ssin me by…

when i dream of fairytales i think of me and sh-lly
see she’s my type of hype and i can’t stand when brothers tell me
that i should quit chasin’ and look for something better
but the smile that she shows makes me a go-getter
i haven’t gone as far as asking if i could get with her
i just play by the ear and hope she gets the picture
i’m shootin for her heart, got my finger on the trigger
she could be my broad, and i could be her (n-gg-)
but, all i can do is stare…
back as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare
now she’s more sophisticated, highly edu-ma-cated
not at all over-rated, i think i need a prayer
to get in her book and it looks rather dry
i guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye
although she’s crazy steppin, i’ll try to stop her stride
cause i won’t have no more of this p-ssin me by

time for me to voice my opinion of not even pretendin she didn’t have me
sprung like a chicken, chasing my tail like a doggie
she was kind of like a star, thinking i was like a fan
d-mn, she looked good, down side: she had a man
he was a rooty-toot, a nincomp–p
she told me soon your little birdie’s gonna fly the coop
she was a flake like corn and i was born not to understand
by lettin her p-ss i proved to be a better man

she keeps on p-ssin me by…

now there she goes again, the dopest ethiopian
and now the world around me be gets movin in slow motion
when-ever she happens to walk by – why does the apple of my eye
overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much i try?
wait, no, i did not really pursue my little princess with persistance;
and i was so low-key that she was unaware of my existance
from a distance i desired her, secretly admired her;
wired her a letter to get her and it went:
my dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but i know you very well
now let me tell you about the feelings i have for you
when i try, or make some sort of attempt, i symp
d-mn i wish i wasn’t such a wimp!
’cause then i would let you know that i love you so
and if i was your man then i would be true
the only lying i would do is in the bed with you
then i signed sincerely the one who loves you dearly, ps love me tender
the letter came back three days later: return to sender
d-mn!

she keeps on p-ssin me by…
she keeps p-ssing me by.

- pharcyde

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