It could've been me. But it was you. Who went and bit off. A little bit more. Than he could chew. . You said that you had it made. but you been had. The woman no good, no how.
Strolling along country roads with my baby. It starts to rain, it begins to pour. Without an umbrella we're soaked to the skin. I feel a shiver run on my spine.
Strolling along country roads with my baby. It starts to rain, it begins to pour. Without an umbrella we're soaked to the skin. I feel a shiver run up my spine.
It could have been me, but it was you. Who went and bit off a little bit more than he could chew. You said that you had it made, but you've been had. The woman - no good, no how; and maybe the blood is bad.