And the wind was blowin' real hard
You know what else happened?
The wind blew her hair into her face
Okay, since you told me about my girl I'm gonna tell you about yours
That's alright, my momma didn't have to put a sheet On my head so sleep could slip up on me
I'm still from South America
I've bin tryin' to figure out what you is
Look a here
Calling people ugly
You know somethin'?