Lyrics

Chica She wanna share a pizza I told her "nice to meet ya" But sorry I must leave ya (but why?) 'Cause Roxanne She wants me to be her man She's trying to take my hand But that's not in my plans (but why?) I'm just not ready So I hid inside of Freddy Yeah, he put me in his belly But then still trying to get me (but why?) Well, it must be since I ain't so ugly I think they in love with me But I forgot to brush my teeth (oh my!) Man, my breath is kickin' like some ninjas on my lips Chasin' me around the Pizza Plex just tryna get a kiss I ain't stoppin' not for nothing, no, this isn't worth the risk 'Cause it smells like deviled eggs and garbage stuffed into a fish Can't get no kiss from me Like poof, I'm history I'm not anti-chivalry I just need some Listerine (my breath is stinking) Mister, please! Don't let them get to me She won't be my chickadee If she gets a whiff of me (she won't be waking) Vanessa, you so extra Why'd you scare me like that? I'm 'bout to open up and yawn And I'ma scare you right back Ay, yo, I know you on patrol tonight So keep an eye out 'Cause if they succeed in kissin' me They probably gon' die now, 'cause My mouth is rotten Yeah, my teeth are green and my breath is bold I woke up screamin', it's been stinkin' ever since breakfast yo The stink-o-meter's off the chart Like more than they measure bro It smell like someone here been steamin' all of they vegetables Man, my breath is kickin' like Bruce Lee up in my mouth Got a garlic on my dinner plate, I should've put it down Now they tryna kiss up on me, got me running all around Yo, it smell like gym socks on a foot from a crusty musty clown Wait a minute! I forgot I got some tickets, so I hit the prize shop I turned 'em in and a little rhino and a peppermint is what I got (woo!) Now my mouth is so fresh (woo!) Found my way out of this mess (woo!) I went in slow for the kiss (woo!) But yo, hold up girl, what the heck's up with your breath? Ew, your mouth is rotten! Yeah, your teeth are green, and your breath is gross! Never mind, I'm colorblind They're more yellower than the butter on my toast When's it gon' be 6:00 a.m.? 'Cause man, ain't nowhere left to hide I can't see nothin' 'cause the stench is just burning my eyes Dang, your breath is kickin' like it's slimmer on your tongue Smell like week old moldy chicken or some fungus on a sponge Or like pickled Kitty litter with a pinch of donkey dung Yo, I don't think I can do this, sorry girls, I gotta run Peace!
Writer(s): Buddy Cannon, Willie Nelson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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