《I Walked In》是Can't Hardly Wait演唱的歌曲，收錄於《Can't Hardly Wait》專輯中。
基本介紹
- 外文名：I Walked In
- 所屬專輯：Can't Hardly Wait
- 歌曲原唱：Can't Hardly Wait
- 發行日期：1998年5月26日
歌曲歌詞
Now the party didn't start until I walked in
And I probably won't leave before the thing ends
But in the mean time the in between time
You go for yours I'll go for mine
Now I don't mind you ignoring me no more
Like a fully clothed ho at the peep show
Eyes on squint I call it chinese tint
It ain't about a b**ch my life is a synch
Your boy luke sick is half retarded
Other half smart enough to know
It don't matter
Care less about face
When that acts like worm cake
Head that's longer
Than five minutes to lunch break
Highs to a hurdler fly milk curdler
Cry but we're selling fake seats
At the phish concert
I'm in the kitchen cupcake filling
Sucker MC battling
Got his girl giggling
I jelly bean crushed him
He got embarrassed stole her see through shoes
And jacked the pumpkin carriage
Now it's ten to twelve and she ain't got time
I said ten minutes baby cool I only need nine
It was push with shove in the bush with a glove
It was soak and snug then the jig was up
The spell wore off so I had to diss her
Made an amateur flick with the evil step sisters
Now the party didn't start until I walked in
And I probably won't leave before the thing ends
But in the mean time the in between time
You go for yours I'll go for mine
To party I manage
'Cause I travel with no baggage
Unless you count her nagging
In that case I'm dragging
Otherwise I strive to be forever wise
Lies I stay deaf to
But my eyes hear the silent cries
Deranged plane to take our plank on poets
Those who double over moaning
Pain is appropriate
No longer wait for the faith to make me know
Started off drunk them hoes ended up sad alone
Little did you realize I don't want to get hired
Tired out of touch
Use my couch as a crutch much
Mini mall is murder gripe truck stop lifestyle
Pile on projects of apocalyptic reasons
Ain't it splended
Your whole life seems pretended
The world feels big
When you're raised by the television
A tiskit a tasket a condom of a casket
Drastic measures taking all the pleasure
That I'm faking
Naked rich skanks though
Bouncing my bank notes
Blatantly gross chapped lips and cancker sores
Pails pots and pans
And a bottle on the kitchen floor
Hand the wooden spoon
To the toddler and press record
Now the party didn't start until I walked in
And I probably won't leave before the thing ends
But in the mean time the in between time
You go for yours I'll go for mine
A poem's just a poem
A record's just a record
A kiss is just a kiss
When your sex is misdirected
We're so far from love and so close to hell
Thought you couldn't catch up
But you were chasing your tail
I try to freshen it up
But it's old and stale
I teach a lesson in love
When you're born to fail
On my knees scavenger
Unsacked passager
Unplug your life support
And disconnect your catheter
I know you wear depends undergarments
It's not pretend your girl's vibing on it
At the champagne brunch
French toast eggs benedict
I got your beggar top shelf margaritas
I'll feed ya pinballs till your windpipe's gone
Get your fingers out my catalog
'Cause your style's sour egg nog
Please cease perusing my inventory
Before your crew's singing blues in the mortuary
I leave thoughts on the window
Like John Davis getting justice
To the butt naked burrow chick I sip suds with
Sniff closer her whole kit is so buff to me
Informercials for my lyrical cutlery
Now the party didn't start until I walked in
And I probably won't leave before the thing ends
But in the mean time the in between time
You go for yours I'll go for mine
