I Think I'm In Love

The Moldy Peaches

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    Wake up in the morning
    What a surprise
    You got your face up in my cleavage
    And your hand between my thighs
    Why can't you leave just like the other guys
    You think you won some kind of prize?

    Ooooh, sweet lady, I think I'm in love
    Oooh, I really think I'm in love

    Just because we messed around doesn't mean I want you here
    Get out of my house and take your beer
    Drive away and stear clear
    Before I put my boot piece in your rear

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    When I wake up and see you lying there
    With your fake nails and extensions in your hair
    I can't believe the way I'm falling for you
    Is this love, can it really be true?

    Yo, what is this crap?
    Give this bro a slap
    He doesn't have a clue that his girlfriend is wack
    I'm saying: Yo, here's some advice from MC Cracker
    If she was really worth it, bro, she would be blacker
    Yo, ho, you like to fuck
    I'll fuck you and suck you like a big yellow duck
    Cause I've got such large equipment it's in the Guinness book
    And I bet now you're asking, yo, how do I look?
    Well, I'm the smoothest MC jew in the land
    And I know the freaking Torah like the back of my right hand
    And that's just about all my advice
    Cause, yo, MC Cracker's through being nice

    I do what I get and I get what I see
    I saw you today, you're nothing to me
    Like all of your brothers, one, two, three
    If you stay any longer I'm gonna up the anti

    Ooooh, sweet lady, I think I'm in love
    Oooh, I really think I'm in love

    Suck, suck at your cock
    Sit, sit on my face
    The catch ain't nearly as good as the chase
    I'll unleash a can of whup-ass or at least some mace
    You could never keep up with my pace

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    Composition: Akida Dawson

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