Knock, knock.
|
Who's there?
|
Call the ghost in your underwear.
|
Call the ghost in your underwear who?
|
Call the ghost in your underwear "boo".
|
It's fine, all right, you can stay the night,
|
But please be gone by next morning's light.
|
Oh, please don't pout.
|
Don't cause a scene.
|
Oh, baby girl, don't be mad at me.
|
|
Oh, boo, what can I do?
|
It's not me, yeah, it's you.
|
You've been hittin' the heartbrakes hard.
|
It ain't no use, cause we're still gonna crash,
|
Cause you're still keeping after me.
|
It's flattering, but really!
|
|
Abracadabra!
|
Every summer you disappear.
|
Cause it's so sticky in the Dirty South.
|
It's hot as balls.
|
Hey now, watch your mouth!
|
|
I must repeat: I think you're sweet.
|
But ain't no way that I'm gonna meet
|
Your mother, your father,
|
Your dog or your brother,
|
Your nephew and niece, girl,
|
I just can't be bothered.
|
|
Oh, boo, what can I do?
|
It's not me, yeah, it's you.
|
You've been hittin' the heartbrakes hard.
|
It ain't no use, cause we're still gonna crash,
|
Cause you're still keeping after me.
|
It's flattering, but really!
|
|
Oh, boo, what can I do?
|
It's not me, yeah, it's you.
|
You've been hittin' the heartbrakes hard.
|
It ain't no use, cause we're still gonna crash,
|
Cause you're still keeping after me.
|
It's flattering, but really!
|
|
Hit the heartbrakes.
|
Hit the heartbrakes.
|
Hit the heartbrakes.
|
Hit the heartbrakes, baby,
|
You're driving crazy.
|
|
Oh, boo, what can I do?
|
It's not me, yeah, it's you.
|
You've been hittin' the heartbrakes hard.
|
It ain't no use, cause we're still gonna crash,
|
Cause you're still keeping after me.
|
It's flattering, but really!
|
|
Oh, boo, what can I do?
|
It's not me, yeah, it's you.
|
Oh, boo, what can I do?
|
It's not me, yeah, it's you, it's you, it's you, it's you, it's you.
|
|
-----------------
|
Hit The Heartbrakes
|
| Black Kids |
