(adjust the capo a little because i did this on my uke, so i dont know how high it should go)
Hey, there, pretty little girl (hey, man),
With your long brown sexy curls (uh, uh).
You're a hottie, body tight,
Good, god almighty.
Alright, son, hold up,
You need to slow your roll.
We've been talking for a while
Now she ain't no hoe.
She got class, style, pizzazz, and jazz,
Each smile as a matter of fact.
She has me twisted just like she did back then,
When the game of gab could be played among friends.
That's all it was about,
And now to represent.
We talked last night around 10.
And I told her.
Listen up, cause I love you, lady.
We go back, like, 1980.
Lord knows you're the one to change me,
You love me cause I'm so crazy.
You'll see, it'll be, you and me,
Always, always.