Dibs

Don't you know, you drove him crazy?

Picasso couldn't paint you if he tried to

Cause your beauty's the art

Like hitting all the green lights when you're running late

Yeah she'll be your angel, yeah she'll be your saint

Don't fret baby, cause you're my lady

And she said

"I've got dibs on his heart"

He knows just how to get me started

Baby don't leave me parched

Pour me another glass of your loving

Da da da, Da da da

Oh, oh

Baby don't get me started

I've got dibs on his heart

She's a super screen

Misdemeanor girl

She don't get up with no others

Yeah she's got the whole world at her feet

Address her majesty

We call her royalty

I don't often throw that word around

But she's my queen

Oh and she'll be seen

Don't fret baby, cause you're my lady

And she said... "I've got dibs on his heart"

He knows just how to get me started

Baby don't leave me parched

Pour me another glass of your loving

Da da da, Da da da

Oh, oh

Baby don't get me started

I've got dibs on his heart