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I Think I'm In Love - The Moldy Peaches
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Not their best song :s.... By far.
[Intro]
F C7
F Bb C7
F Bb C7
[Verse 1]
F
Wake up in the morning
What a surprise
Bb
You got your face up in my cleavage
C7
And your hand between my thighs
F
Why can't you leave just like the other guys
Bb C7
You think you won some kind of prize?
[Hook]
F Bb C7 F
Ooooh, sweet lady, I think I'm in love
Bb C7 F Bb C7
Oooh, I really think I'm in love
[Verse 2]
F
Just because we messed around doesn't mean I want you here
Bb C7
Get out of my house and take your beer
F
Drive away and stear clear
Bb C7
Before I put my boot piece in your rear
F Bb C7
When I wake up and see you lying there
F Bb C7
With your fake nails and extensions in your hair
F Bb C7
I can't believe the way I'm falling for you
F Bb C7
Is this love, can it really be true?
F Bb C7
[Spittin']
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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
F
Yo, ho, you like to fuck
Bb C7
I fuck you and suck you like a big yellow duck
F
Cause I've got such large equipments in the Guinness book
Bb C7
And I bet now you're asking, yo, how do I look?
F
Well, I'm the smoothest MC jew in the land
Bb C7
And I know the freaking Tora like the back of my right hand
F
And that's just 'bout all my advice
Bb C7
Cause your MC Cracker's through being nice
F Bb C7
[Verse 3]
F
I do what I get and I get what I see
Bb C7
I saw you today, you're nothing to me
F
Like all of your brothers, one, two, three
Bb C7
If you stay any longer *I'm gonna* up the antee.
[Hook]
F Bb C7 F
Ooooh, sweet lady, I think I'm in love
Bb C7 F Bb C7
Oooh, I really think I'm in love
[Outing Verse]
F
Suck, suck at your cock
Sit, sit on my face
Bb C7
The catch ain't nearly as good as the chase
F -
I'll unleash a can of wuppass or at least some mace
You can never keep up with my pace