[Patrick Stump] [Chorus] What is it we wanna do? Now that I'm allowed to be alone with you Birthday Girl it`s your birthday Wherever you wanna go Now you are old enough to go and see the R-rated show now R-rated show
Yo, She said she was a magazine editor named Jenning Backstage in high heels and painted on jeans Probably had the most devious eyes I'd ever seen Told me she was twenty-two she was only seventeen She had sumthin' to hide she snuck in from outside And got everybody gassed like the car I drive With all that grown lady ass and my for rap vibe She said she came to see them roots boy fallout live But listen,
You see the girls look good but they brains not ready
I talk to a woman, he mind more steady Probably something in the way they designed just more steady I just let you recite cause the line so heavy But I shoulda known better cause now I feel like America's underbelly R. Kelly got a smart better less, internet predators, chat-room irregulars This not my twist You trying to send me to the therapist
Now she told me cheddar cheese grits Two tomato fried fish Cause she heard it`s my dish Tryna be my sidekick All the people all around thinking she was my chick Saying DAMN the girl thick But she ain`t no twenty-six Looking at me like am up to sumthin' on the funny tip
Like I ever been the one to honey jib It`s your birthday so let me know the gift you wanna get In fact blow out the candles on the cake and make a wish for me
They can't really seem to look away So they tried asking her to stay Fake I.D. you won't get turned away You look lovely tonight Now you are old enough to buy a gun So many better ways of having fun Right now I can only think of one You look lovely tonight.