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Tekster: Prince. Shoo-Bed-Ooh.

So you thought you just might lose your mind today
Brother pushin' that game on ya as if you wanna play
Askin' you every other sentence if them titties are real
One tramp even had the nerve to touch 'em as if you wanted a feel

Shoo-bed-ooh, shoo-bed-ooh, ooh
Shoo-bed-ooh, shoo-bed-ooh, ooh

The money that you make ain't payin' the rent, so you sleep in cars
You wonder aloud if you're happy, you say, "Yea," as if you really are
This car you drive with no gas won't take you very far
You look up in the sky and wish upon a star
(Upon a star)

Shoo-bed-ooh, shoo-bed-ooh, ooh
Shoo-bed-ooh, shoo-bed-ooh, ooh

The answer to the question of life is a gray-haired bitch at least
Suckin' on the ebony dancer in between these dirty sheets
Spittin' out the aftertaste of a boy who might not call again
If this is the game you stood in line for, see how're you gonna win?
(How're you gonna win?)

Shoo-bed-ooh, shoo-bed-ooh, ooh

So you thought he just might come every time you phone
As if you've never been lonely, as if you've never been alone
(As if you've never been alone)
How you ever gonna win if you let 'em all see your hand?
Playin' the queen don't work on your knees as if you understand

Shoo-bed-ooh, shoo-bed-ooh, ooh
Shoo-bed-ooh, shoo-bed-ooh, ooh

Shoo-bed-ooh, shoo-bed-ooh, ooh
Shoo-bed-ooh, shoo-bed-ooh, ooh

The answer to the question of life is a gray-haired bitch at least
Suckin' on the ebony dancer in between these dirty sheets
Spittin' out the aftertaste of a boy who might not call again
If this is the game you stood in line for, see how're you gonna win?
How you gonna win?

Shoo-bed-ooh, shoo-bed-ooh, ooh
Shoo-bed-ooh, shoo-bed-ooh, ooh

Shoo-bed-ooh, shoo-bed-ooh, ooh
Shoo-bed-ooh, shoo-bed-ooh, ooh

So you thought you just might lose your mind today