1. |
We Coulda Been
03:23
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I called your number thinking that would be fine
Then I got lucky if you stayed on the line
Gotta lotta things to do, not a one is you
Message received, this time that piece won’t be mine
Boy, don’t be stupid, she just wants to bone
You know it’s better than sleeping alone
Boy, don’t miss your chance
Watch the way I dance
Smile as you ease into me
You’ll ease into her
Keep me in your mind
Don’t act like you’re blind
You’ll like what I’m giving to you
She’ll give it to you
Cuz we coulda been sleeping together by now
I’ll leave you lonely if that’s what turns you on
You’ll serve me breakfast but by then I’ll be gone
Extra scrambled eggs for you, turkey bacon too
Just this, I’m yours ‘til I decide that I’m done
Let’s keep it simple, boy, you don’t have to run
Cuz gettin’ some is better than gettin’ none
Oh baby, we both know
Oh baby baby, it’s just part of my show
That I’ll get what I want
Split when I need
She’s got better places she needs to be
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2. |
All About You
02:49
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I got a crush on you
What’s a girl to do?
It’s the kind of thing that makes me want to go insane
I’ve got a thing for you
Haven’t figured out what I’m gonna do
Maybe, baby, you should come over and I could practice on you
It’s true, you’re what I want to do
On cue, I made it all about you
So, it’s a crush
We could make it more
Don’t drag me around the floor
Cuz then I’ll get a rug burn
and not in the way that I want to
If you catch my drift
I got high on my own supply, you want a lift?
Now listen, baby
Don’t make this weird (Called the doctor)
And don’t tell me you don’t like labels (Said put it in me)
Cuz look, I’m ready to commit
I got an IUD
I’ll be crushed, sweet baby
If you don’t text me back
Get ready for my love attack
At my worst I’m crazy, at my best it’s sexy
It’s up to you
Do you want to screw?
Just as quick as I switch lipstick I’ll find someone new
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Things that make me feel like a woman
Interlacing my toes with my lover’s fingers
Sweating deodorant on my little black dress
Parallel parking
Getting pickled fish fat stuck in my teeth
Petting my own leg hair
Shaking baby powder into my panties and shoes
Licking a q-tip before putting in my ear
Walking in loud shoes
Leaving more lipstick on the mic than on my mouth
Eating the garnish
Shedding
Chafing
Flirting
Moisturizing
Pulling one of my long hairs, grown from my scalp
Out from between my butt cheeks
Judith Butler
IUD Pain
RuPaul
Fixing my bra strap
Proxis
Because you know what?
She’s keen to feed
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4. |
Pillowbrain
03:59
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Well, it’s ok to flirt if your feet are hurting (It’s ok, it’s ok)
Especially when your own bed you are deserting (Hit the hay, hit the hay)
So, find a good man with some nice shiny shoes
Cuz you can bet his sheets are cleaned up and nice
And dock your sleep ship to his bed submarine
Together you’ll fight off the bed bugs and lice
Gotta get a pillow, gotta get a pillow, get a pillow
Don’t get stuck inside your Pillowbrain
It’s messed up inside your mattress frame
But what if you get there and he wants some lovin’
(Not okay, not okay)
Away from the boudoir on your clothes he is tuggin’
(Step away, step away)
Here’s what you say in this situation
Well if you keep on humpin’ up against the wall
You know your pants are gonna wear out
So come lay atop of this cushion with me
It just so happens it’s a pillowtop
Well the clubs weren’t made for some Sleepy McGee’s
But your ‘partment is so damn far away
Your eyelids are heavy, but luckily for you
It looks like winking from some distance away
Shit, goddamn. I’m gonna ride that honey-pony
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5. |
You Fucked Up
05:35
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You peed on me
and told me it’s raining, baby
Made me believe you had it all happening for me
So, I’ll twist that knife and I’ll stir you on up
Do you miss me?
It’s hard to talk past that lump
This is what you get when you brought it on down
Now arriving, Population: 1, in Sad Sack Town
Gonna make you sit your ass in the corner
Get on your knees and beg
Crawl this way, baby, and tell me you’re sorry you’re rotten on the inside
I’ll forgive you, maybe
When I think you’ve had enough
But, for now, to be honest
I like it when you cry
You fucked up
Hands down your pants, what are you looking for there?
I helped enhance it, but now you don’t have a prayer
Call me up, let it ring
Know that I want that to sting
I’m with him, he’s with me
Next time we’re out, I’ll make sure you see
My friends say I should be more nice, that being mean is just my vice
But feeling shit is scary, so I’ll stay as cold as ice
I thought our friendship would right all the wrongs
But that something special, it feels like it’s gone
Is the problem with me? Do I make him feel confused?
Why did you have to take me home?
Why did you have to let me stay?
Why did you have to lay me down on your bed, with your hand under my head?
Because you’re rotten on the inside
I’ll forgive you, maybe
When I think you’ve had enough
But, for now, to be honest
I like it when you cry
You fucked me, then you fucked me over
Fuck you
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6. |
I Hope it Hurts
05:04
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You know, sometimes you give into your own personal Proxis
And your appetite gets ruined and your woman mind gets small
And you have to say to yourself, “Listen, Bitch.”
I ain’t gon do this no more
I’m out, you can do what you want to
This “is” is a “once was”
Act One’s done
And I’m moving onto Act Two without you
Boo hoo? Naw, baby baby, merci beaucoup
See I ain’t gonna do this,
Ain’t going through this game of clueless lewdness
Can’t solve a useless Rubik’s with your mind when your heart is a Brutus
Sayin, “One more time, do the line, act now, pay the fine, gettin’ mine ain’t a crime”
I’m worth a hundred dollars but I’ll settle for a dime
When I’m frontin’ like it’s nothin’ with my hand on your spine saying:
Shhhh! Tonite you’re in luck, see
Tonite, don’t talk, just fuck me
Tonite, shh shh, just fuck me
Tonite, shh shh, just fuck
Tonite, shh shh, just
Tonite, shh shh
Tonite, shh, What?
No, I ain’t gon do this no more!
Dry your eyes, take a breath, and quit crying for something you think you don’t have
The 110% woman just left without paying her tab
It better be worth it to watch me go
Let me tell you a secret, kid
I could get more than you could ever give
Furthermore, what’s worse, is wasting time with you is a sin no one could forgive
I won’t ask for it back you can keep it
But, I hope it hurts
Call me luscious? I’m vicious, malicious
Can’t quit this
You’ll wish this was that
You already come running, but I’m cooking meat so I cut off the fat
It’s the cavewoman diet, so no sugar
Ain’t nothing sweet
Made me small to fit inside your heart, but this big bitch is bustin’ on out You’re a magician, but I’m a logician
Can’t trick me, all I have is doubt that you ever cared for me for one minute
So, I hope it hurts
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7. |
Market Store
01:22
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8. |
Smooth Me Down
05:33
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Caught you doing what you’re not supposed to do
Caught you saying what you’re not supposed to say
What’d you do?
Where’d you go when you took it away?
What’d you see?
How’d it be when you made it this way? Smooth me down
Pulled my hair out trying to make you come home
Stuck my chin out saying lies on the phone to my mom to my dad
Saying things aren’t that bad
Jesus Christ, who am I?
And what kind of man would do nothing for a lady so mistreated
And not treat her just the way she needs it?
Please let me win and win and make me sin and grin
So that I won’t feel so defeated
Smooth me down
We’re keepin’ it groovin’
I need some soothin’
You know you’re slippin’ off my body cuz I keep it movin’
And if we can’t hold hands, I think we’re losin’
My rough edges need smoothin’
Now, I don’t know
Whether I’m ready or not
Whether I like what you got
Whether your hands really can cool a body that’s hot
It’s not my plan to try and understand
The power of touch is in demand
But every now and then I’m like, “Goddamn!”
Maybe I’m a woman who can stand tall without a man
Maybe I’m a lady going crazy in the quicksand
Taking all my feelings to the page and the page to the stage
Maybe being in this band is like being handed keys to the cage
and they come from the fans
Maybe you’re the only ones who understand
Just for tonight, that it might need a whole damn room of hands
Just to what?
Just to what?
Just to smooth me down?
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9. |
Young Man, Lion Lamb
07:04
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Young man didn’t know what he wanted
‘Til he saw me on the side of the road
“What’s your name? Sexy face! Smile, sweetie!
Don’t you want a man to take you home?”
Catcall
Minding my business he stops me as if I care
Too bad when it comes to following through this dick’s dick is scarce
Now I know what you wanted
Yell loud cuz you’re haunted
By your sad little privates
So your mouth gets big
Don’t be a lion when you’re a lamb
Young man had a dream, ran for office
So he put on a suit and a tie
Made a name, shook some hands, chased the honors
Said the words even when they were a lie
He’s gay!
Republican ninny, you’re hiding behind a flag
Come out! The rainbow is red, white, and blue
Purple, pink and fag
Hate gays because they’re happy
Pass laws so they can’t marry
Cuz it’s easier to hide when you won’t come out
Don’t be a lion when you’re a lamb
Little men make big choices
Selfish boys given voices
But they act from their privates and not their hearts
Don’t be a lion when you’re a lamb
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10. |
Cannibal
03:50
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11. |
Funeral For Fido
05:43
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You looked like you were sleeping, my little baby doll
Making not a peep and
moving not at all
At the foot of my bed
Curled up in a ball
There was no funeral for Fido
No gravestone to carve
No puppies to howl at your plot
No pastor to preach on your pulpit of pooch
Roll over
“Just put him in the freezer”
What kind of roommate says that?
But nothing would not please her
I think I’ll kill her cat
She took you away
Threw you into the bay
Lay down
Arf. I. P.
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12. |
Candy Scrapple's Revenge
00:12
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13. |
In My Car, Babe
02:53
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Where you think you’re going, baby
Not looking like you’re gonna get very far
You see me comin’
I got exciting things to show you
But first you gotta hop your butt into my car
I’ll get you hummin’
Get into my car, babe
In my car, babe
Get into my car, babe
In my car
You’re sweating off your t-shirt
We know what’s next
Got the ice cubes cracking
Use them for sex
The mint on my breath and the gel in your hair
We’ll rub it all off spinnin’ round down there
Cheap polyester but my ass looks nice
Won’t take much to take you
I entice you
Despite your smartness you’re inside
Cuz it was cheap polyester but my ass looked nice
Fuckin’ in my car, babe
In my car, babe
Fuckin’ in my car, babe
In my car
Now there’s sex in the air
and a bulge in your jeans
Urgently beep the horn
Now you know what it means
You got my trunk unlocked,
my rack is on top
But you won’t know what hit you cuz
this ride don’t stop
Try to roll off but I got you now
Thought the female’s simple, I won’t allow
You to cum off, wipe off, take off quick
Got your secrets while the melody sticks
Killed you in my car, babe
In my car, babe
Killed you in my car, babe
In my car
Yea, sure, buy me a drink
It costs more than you think
And then before you blink
I’ll get you, then I’ll fuck you,
then I’ll kill you in my car
But first get into my car, babe
In my car, babe
Get into my car, babe
In my car
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14. |
Boogaloo's Shoes
00:29
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Ladies, are you tall and you don’t play basketball?
Takes a minute just to fall?
Me too!
When there’s nothing left to do,
grab your 6-inch platform shoes
That’s the tallness you can choose and I do
Boogaloo has shoes and her shoes are so high
She’s gonna kick you
Boogaloo has shoes on her feet,
on her shins, on her thighs, wonder why?
She’s gonna kick you in the face
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15. |
Comin' to Getchu
03:39
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I’m comin’ to getchu
Don’t you know it?
You’ll wish that I hadn’t met you
but it’s too late now
So I’m comin’ to find you
You can’t run you can’t hide, you
Cuz I’m comin’ to getchu
Don’t mess with fire and hairspray
You’ll surely get the horns
Now on your back you will lay
Ex-lovers they will mourn
So I’m comin’ to find you
You can’t run you can’t hide, you
Watch out, Proxis!
I’m going to kill your fucking face
I bet you don’t expect it
I bet you’re drinking tea
But fool, you don’t know shit
Shouldn’t have fucked with me
So I’m comin’ to find you
You can’t run, you can’t hide, you
Watch out, Proxis!
I’m going to kill your fucking face
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16. |
Say Hey Red 40
06:19
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Ho, hey! Red 40 is here today
So you know the funk is on the way
We got a stanky-ass tune to play
So get down, the Groovement is here to stay.
We are the Groovement
And we keep it fresh
Just let us know if you wanna go
Up to the stars or
Down below the sea
All night long here with Red 40
Funk bass, Professor Doobie Jones
Gonna school your hips
with low and funky tones
Say “Hey, Doobie Jones!”
Dickie Sweats, this farmer gets our temperature to rise
His guitar plays in sticky ways like Momma’s cherry pies
Say “Hey, Dickie Sweats!”
Here Comes Dr. Stank Face to cure your wants and ills
We’ve all got the sickness and the doctor’s got the pills
Hey, Doc!
Talkin’ bout Uncle Meat Ain’t no shoes on his feet
But he can play a funky beat Sonic protein treat to eat
Say “Hey, Uncle Meat!”
Judge Fudge, The Orbital Arbiter
His horn will blow you to Jupiter
Say “Hey, Judge Fudge!”
Like a hair dryer in the water
He’ll electrocute your daughter
His name is Hot Moist Tooth
Hey, Tooth!
Go go go Tambo, her ammo is sitting on your dicks
Like Rambo she’ll scramble you into fishy sticks
Say “Hey, Tambo!”
Boogaloo Borine sings to stratospheric heights
She’s stacked as hell and you can tell she looks damn good in them
tights
Say “Hey, Boogaloo!”
Candy Scrapple, raised by squirrels
Hair on fire, now she twirls
Hey, Scrapple!
Everybody say, “Hey, Red 40!”
I’m the chemical reaction that’s got you dancin’
No time for romancin’
I’m the dye left on your fingers
I’m the drum thump that lingers
Got the note that broke the glass
Got that groove that shook your ass
Cuz I’m Red 40
She brought us together
We’re the Last Groovement forever
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17. |
Tell It To The Judge
01:35
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Red 40 & The Last Groovement
RED 40 & THE LAST GROOVEMENT is Philadelphia’s celebrated & outrageous funk-pop, clown supergroup. The band performs at some of Philadelphia’s premiere venues alongside the likes of Martha Graham Cracker and Johnny Showcase. They held a residency performing monthly shows at FringeArts, where they remain the house band. ... more
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