She`s Got It Bad

<br>i get off my things, i lay down in the sidelanes<br>i don`t feel that i hide, just permanently ride<br>and i`m waiting for your gentle rain<br>something that`ll help me learn<br>but one look at her and you know<br>that she`s got it bad<br>one look in the mirror shows<br>i live as i want<br>but she`s got it bad<br>check it out, check it out, roll up there now<br>huh!<br>she`s headed for a festival of heartache<br>miss executive desperationyou only suck the<br>blood that`s spilled<br>your macho imitation femininity is killed<br>i pray that you feel no pain<br>only if it helps you learn<br>but one look at her and you know<br>that she`s got it bad<br>one look and the mirror shows<br>i live as i want<br>but she`s got it bad<br>she knows it<br>it shows!