You said you really wanna have s** with me
You lied, your underoos past your thighs
A little chubby but cute, so cute.
We were two kids on a mission
Impossible to duplicate, curious to stimulate
Instead, I stroke and contemplate.
You wound me up tight, ouch, you make me wanna throw up my heart
Consider me a fumble, I can't grow any stubble
On this blacktop jungle where egos rot from high to humble.
Quarterback, I should have been born the quarterback
Why can't your cheers be for me, instead of that quarterback?
Go shove you on him and score
Stay where the grass is trim and clean and green w****
See my plantation's sacred, you did it, you betrayed it
A crush became hatred, I'm exasperated.
Quarterback, I should have been born the quarterback
Why can't your cheers be for me, instead of that quarterback?
My little homecoming queen is skinning her knees for the king.
Hooray for you and me! Hooray, why no cheers for me?
And it makes me sick the thought of your lipstick on his helmet.
Quarterback, I should have been born the quarterback
Why can't your cheers be for me, instead of that quarterback?
My little homecoming queen is skinning her knees for the king
And my little homecoming queen is opening her legs for the king
AKA the f****** quarterback, the b****'s favorite quarterback
m************ quarterback.
You said you really wanna have s** with me, you lied.
You lied, your underoos past your thighs
A little chubby but cute, so cute.
We were two kids on a mission
Impossible to duplicate, curious to stimulate
Instead, I stroke and contemplate.
You wound me up tight, ouch, you make me wanna throw up my heart
Consider me a fumble, I can't grow any stubble
On this blacktop jungle where egos rot from high to humble.
Quarterback, I should have been born the quarterback
Why can't your cheers be for me, instead of that quarterback?
Go shove you on him and score
Stay where the grass is trim and clean and green w****
See my plantation's sacred, you did it, you betrayed it
A crush became hatred, I'm exasperated.
Quarterback, I should have been born the quarterback
Why can't your cheers be for me, instead of that quarterback?
My little homecoming queen is skinning her knees for the king.
Hooray for you and me! Hooray, why no cheers for me?
And it makes me sick the thought of your lipstick on his helmet.
Quarterback, I should have been born the quarterback
Why can't your cheers be for me, instead of that quarterback?
My little homecoming queen is skinning her knees for the king
And my little homecoming queen is opening her legs for the king
AKA the f****** quarterback, the b****'s favorite quarterback
m************ quarterback.
You said you really wanna have s** with me, you lied.