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Suzanne Vega

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Suzanne Vega - Felt Lyrics




(Slug)



I was sitting at the stoplight



In my car rolled down the windows



When this driver pulled on side of me



And offered me some indo



I told her that I didnt smoke



But I thanked her for the offer



I thought I might just ask her name



Instead I made a left







(Murs)



On 3rd and La Cienega



Can't front I was into her



She offered me a blunt



Damn I wish I smoked Indica



Cause I'll remember her



From the center of Beverly, she was heavenly



Still on my mind from a while back



She had a smile that shook the clouds off the sun



A set of lovely lips made me fumble my tongue



Hair up in a bun, up under a cap



She was a down low beauty, see I like 'em like that



She kept it on the low, but high enough to see



She made me feel special, like she did it all for me



Not much up top, I would say about a B



Her pants hugged her frame, made me want to know her

name



But I've never been the type to step up and spit game



In a mall full of women that were begging for attention



Fake eyes, fake tits, fake hair extensions



She walked through my dreams



Then she cut through the seams







(Slug)



My name is Sluggo



I live on the 7th floor



I live upstairs from you



I'm the one you try to ignore



If you hear music late at night



Some kind of party



Some kind of life



Just dont call the cops on me



Girl come up stairs and talk to me



She got the facial pierceing



Half done sleeve work



Change cashed in, reaction knee-jerk



Driver control functional alcholic



The barbie doll skirt



Original flirt



She go chama, chama, chama



Chameleon hair colors



Machete pesonality, carry a pair cutter



Talk a lot of shit



Walk like an egyptian



Loves to sleep with no favorite position



Bout 5'6, nice lips



Make her life hips



Tough soul, she fuck slow but fight quick



Eyeball daggers, walk with a swagger



I know you got troubles but it don't really matter



From what I gather



We should verse



Let's place bets to see who's gonna move first



Leisurely come speak to me



See life is like a song can you keep the beat



It goes







(Slug & Murs)



Duh duh duh da duh da



Duh duh duh da duh da



Duh duh duh da duh da



Duh duh duh da duh da



Duh duh duh da duh da



Duh duh duh da duh da



Duh duh duh da duh da







Instead I made a left


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