Listen fellow people 'cause I've got something to tell
I was at this club, right, it was late as hell
I met this pretty lady, she looked tramper than an eye
I didn't know by then she'd mess up my life
I said you've got it going, want to take it to my room
We jumped into a cab and headed for my room
Well there at my room she worked on my affection
All kind of yoking, always sloppy with protection
Wake up late as she calls me one day
Telling me her period is late
Will I be a young dad
Sit around in my flat with her
I don't want to live that life
So I stick to what I prefer
Story number to, folks, listen to me rhyme
This girl was a Christian, damn she was fine
That lady for a month that has given me a frown
But this good Jesus will he stand to dishonor her
One time, meet you outside
Trying to make a move there but something wasn't right
She said I want to marry, the kid has to get it straight
Horny as I dog, I told her that could be arranged
Wake up late as she calls me one day
Telling me her period is late
Will I be a young dad
Sit around in my flat with her
I don't want to live that life
So I stick to what I prefer
Will I be a young dad
Sit around in my flat with her
I don't want to live that life
So I stick to what I prefer
The essence of it all, folks, is about to pass my lips
Think twice before you grab a lovely pair of hips
Yet another thing that you need to bear in mind
Wear a gummie head or life might just treat you unkind
Will I be a young dad
Sit around in my flat with her
I don't want to live that life
So I stick to what I prefer
Will I be a young dad
Sit around in my flat with her
I don't want to live that life
So I stick to what I prefer
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