I Think I'm in Love (A.K.A.) Songtext
von The Moldy Peaches

Wake up in the morning, what a surprise
You got your face up in my cleavage
And your hand between my thighs
Why can′t you leave just like the other guys?
You think you won some kind of prize?

Oh, sweet lady, I think I'm in love
Oh, I really think I′m in love

Just because we messed around doesn't mean I want you here
Get out of my house and take your beer
Drive away and steer clear
Before I put my boot piece in your rear

When I wake up and see you lying there
With your fake nails and extensions in your hair
I can't believe the way I′m falling for you
Is this love, can it really be true?


Yo, what is this crap?
Give this bro a slap
He doesn′t have a clue that his girlfriend is wack
I'm saying, yo, here′s some advice from MC Cracker
If she was really worth it, bro, she would be blacker

Yo, ho, you like to fuck
I'll fuck you and suck you like a big yellow duck
′Cause I got such large equipment it's in the Guinness book
And I bet now you′re asking, "Yo, how do I look?"
Well, I'm the smoothest MC jew in the land
And I know the freaking Torah like the back of my right hand
And that's just about all my advice
′Cause, yo, MC Cracker′s through being nice

I do what I get, and I get what I see
I saw you today, you're nothing to me
Like all of your brothers, one, two, three
If you stay any longer, I′m gonna up the anti

Oh, sweet lady, I think I'm in love
Oh, I really think I′m in love

Suck, suck at your cock
Sit, sit on my face
The catch ain't nearly as good as the chase
I′ll unleash a can of whop-ass or at least some mace
You could never keep up with my pace