The Roots - Birthday Girl lyrics

[Chorus: Patrick Stump] What is it we wanna doooo.. now that I'm allowed to be alone with you? Bir-thday girl, it's your birthday Wherever you wanna go Now you're old enough to go and see the "R"-rated show, now "R"-rated show [Black Thought] Yo, she said she was a magazine editor named, Janine Backstage in high-heels and painted-on, jeans Probably had the most, devious eyes I'd ever sene Told me she was twenty-two, she was only seventeen She had sum'hin to hide she snuck in from out-side and got, everybody ga**ed like the car I, drive With all that grown-lady a** and my far-out, vibe She said she came to see them Roots boys +Fall-Out+ live, but listen... [Chorus w/ ad-libs] [Black Thought] You see the girls look good, but they brains not ready I talk to a woman, her mind is mo', steady Probably sum'hin in the way they designed, that's mo' steady I just let you inside 'cause the line so, heavy But I shoulda know, better 'cause now I feel like America's underbelly R. Kelly gutter smut peddlers Internet predators, chat-room irregulars This not my twist, you tryna send me to the therapist, miss [Chorus w/ ad-libs] [Black Thought] Now, she told me cheddar cheese grits, two tomato fried fish 'Cause she heard it's my dish, tryna be my sidekick All the people all around thinkin she was my chick Sayin, "Damn, the girl thick, but she ain't no twenty-six" Lookin at me like I'm up to sum'him on the funny tip Like I ever really been the one to try the honey drip It's your birthday so let me know the gift you wanna get In fact, blow out the candles on the cake and make a wish for me [Patrick Stump] They can't really seem to look away so they try, asking her to stay Fake I.D., you won't get turned away! You look, lovely toniiiight... Now you're old enough to buy a gun So many better ways of having fun Right now I can only think of one... You look lovely toniiiight... [Chorus w/ ad-libs and variations 'til end]