Blam Blam, blam to the blum,
My baby said talk to the thumb
How could've I been so dumb
Now I can't even get me some.
Now I can't even get me some
I feel like a crackhead stupid b**
I took some pictures of my girl (Woo-woo)
She's looking so good like (Whoo-hoo)
I got her lying down on the floor, making love to the bathroom door
I even got her down on fours, she's making my di#k go (Whoo-hoo!)
I always kne that girl was kind of kinky, she's always looking for new ways to freak me
She even lets me put it in the stinky, and she's always talking 'bout my winky.
So last night we're all alone, I said, "Hey baby, lets make some p****."
But she says, "No, I ain't no ho, but I'll pose for you if you blow your load."
So she goes to bed to get herself together I take off my shirt and I take off my sweater
I get b***-naked just to get her in the mood
And make sure I got film 'cause I'm no fool.
After what seems to be about an hour, she comes out fresh like she was in the shower
Wearing that nighty that I got her at the Bowery
and on that (Whoo!) she's wearing a flower
Chorus
I got a bon#r but I'm taking mad pictures
Thinkin' bout all the times that I'm with her
She's lookin' s**xxy I want to lick her but she's hor#y too so I just take the pictures.
When we're done we get three kinds of busy,
On the rug in the den and once in the kitchen; one more time just to quench the itchin'
Doing those things that we've been wishin' (for)
The next day, I go to the Photomat 'cause I know the guy who develops all of that.
He don't mind if the pictures are crude, he makes himself doubles and yo, that's cool.
I get the pictures back in just about an hour, I run to my girls house like a s** prowler
We check out the pics and make love for about an hour, and shes so sweet not sour.
The next day, I go to take the pics but she likes 'em so much, she wants to keep the sh#t
I say, "That's cool, give me the negatives, so I'll have doubles to jerk off with."
When I finally roll up to the Photomat, the negatives are gone from my rucksack.
I retrace my steps with my head all sad but I can't find the sh#t and I'm startin' to get mad.
Chorus
Then I make the mistake of going back upstairs.
I see (Woo-woo) in my crosshairs
Askin' me why I came home so soon lookin' like a ghost or a fuc#in' goon.
I'm retracing my steps all over the room, she's right behind me just shouting like a loon
I want to escape to the fuc#in' moon, I don't know why I came back so soon!
Like a stupid mother grabber I tell her what I did, like a dumb (Whoo-hoo) I lost the negatives, she starts bawling me like I was her kid and kicks me out with a skid.
I'm single again and on the town, mackin' all the ladies and acting like a clown.
But when it's dry, I try not to get down because I don't have the negatives to beat one out.
My baby said talk to the thumb
How could've I been so dumb
Now I can't even get me some.
Now I can't even get me some
I feel like a crackhead stupid b**
I took some pictures of my girl (Woo-woo)
She's looking so good like (Whoo-hoo)
I got her lying down on the floor, making love to the bathroom door
I even got her down on fours, she's making my di#k go (Whoo-hoo!)
I always kne that girl was kind of kinky, she's always looking for new ways to freak me
She even lets me put it in the stinky, and she's always talking 'bout my winky.
So last night we're all alone, I said, "Hey baby, lets make some p****."
But she says, "No, I ain't no ho, but I'll pose for you if you blow your load."
So she goes to bed to get herself together I take off my shirt and I take off my sweater
I get b***-naked just to get her in the mood
And make sure I got film 'cause I'm no fool.
After what seems to be about an hour, she comes out fresh like she was in the shower
Wearing that nighty that I got her at the Bowery
and on that (Whoo!) she's wearing a flower
Chorus
I got a bon#r but I'm taking mad pictures
Thinkin' bout all the times that I'm with her
She's lookin' s**xxy I want to lick her but she's hor#y too so I just take the pictures.
When we're done we get three kinds of busy,
On the rug in the den and once in the kitchen; one more time just to quench the itchin'
Doing those things that we've been wishin' (for)
The next day, I go to the Photomat 'cause I know the guy who develops all of that.
He don't mind if the pictures are crude, he makes himself doubles and yo, that's cool.
I get the pictures back in just about an hour, I run to my girls house like a s** prowler
We check out the pics and make love for about an hour, and shes so sweet not sour.
The next day, I go to take the pics but she likes 'em so much, she wants to keep the sh#t
I say, "That's cool, give me the negatives, so I'll have doubles to jerk off with."
When I finally roll up to the Photomat, the negatives are gone from my rucksack.
I retrace my steps with my head all sad but I can't find the sh#t and I'm startin' to get mad.
Chorus
Then I make the mistake of going back upstairs.
I see (Woo-woo) in my crosshairs
Askin' me why I came home so soon lookin' like a ghost or a fuc#in' goon.
I'm retracing my steps all over the room, she's right behind me just shouting like a loon
I want to escape to the fuc#in' moon, I don't know why I came back so soon!
Like a stupid mother grabber I tell her what I did, like a dumb (Whoo-hoo) I lost the negatives, she starts bawling me like I was her kid and kicks me out with a skid.
I'm single again and on the town, mackin' all the ladies and acting like a clown.
But when it's dry, I try not to get down because I don't have the negatives to beat one out.