Lyn

I lost my heart on a Monday
And I'm still ripped off and passed out
Too much alcohol and weed chopped my ass out
One of these girls make my day for real
And I got to tell you a little something about the way that I feel
I don't know how old she was but it doesn't matter
I know that they can do it better
No older woman can do it the way they do
Fuck more experience when they choose you

I just cannot explain
Why these girlies always hit me like an A-train
With their body soft skin and their curly hair
They try to look innocent but they always up to sin

Hell, why them?
Hell, why them?

They knock you out at the drop of the dime
First eye contact, yo that's the moment when you wanna die
But when you take a look down south
You see a hell of a body, only way to blast your eyes out

Drink a brew after school
Kiss an ex-friend's girlfriend's hands
Always where the skirt ends
They wanna make you hot, no doubt
And you wanna take a shot, no doubt

Wicked game, that's the way that they wanna play
Naughty thoughts and a surprise under their shorts
At any given time she wants to do you, screw you
Use and abuse you like she's always used to

You can run but you cannot hide
You're a two second brother when your hips collide
You know who we talking about, no doubt
The little young nasties, no doubt

Hell, why them?
Hell, why them?
Hell, why them?
Hell, why them?