Mr. Goodbar

Nah, y'all, nah, y'all, uh-uh I ain't disrespectin' though I'm just sayin' it happen to me It can happen to him How you doing? What's your name? Oh, you're his girl Hello, my name is Mr. Goodbar I'm came to offer champagne Later on, maybe, I'll tell you my real name But for now sip your drink and be merry And be a nice girl and sing me a cherry Me, I'll have a Cowa-loo and milk 'Cause champagne always stains my silk You got a man? That's somethin' we will talk about He's smart enough to have ya, but dumb enough to let ya out I like ya friendly bag, your alligator shoes Ya hairstyle, and ya whole point of view The way you lick your lips and stare You tell me that's a habit, hmm, yeah Funny coated legs with not one scar The stylish wardrobe is up to par Here's my number; call me in my car You deserve a visit from Mr. Goodbar So how long you been talkin' to him? Word, nah, he's cool with me, he's cool with me Oh, he loves you Honey, open up a bottle of brandy Better yet, have a piece of Cool J candy And sweat the man with the master disaster Break ya like plaster-plan and The cards on the table, and the deal is dealt Uh, I'm in the mood for a tuna melt And I can't make you; I sure wouldn't rape you Feelin' kinda mellow, and I sure would hate to leave the job half-done (Nah!) Cause at a time like this you're the one that I'm lookin' for Callin' on the floor (Woof!) I'm comin' back for more If the Mona Lisa's name was Teresa I'll get a piece-a of the Mona Lisa, then smoke a cigar You deserve a visit from Mr. Goodbar Yeah, so you be callin' on the request line oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, he's my man; word him too Yeah, I like Bobby Brown Tell him he's cool but Don't be cruel, 'cause you'll be on your own Cause my, rockin' my microphone Come and get this ice-cream cone Or I'll deliver it when your daddy ain't home Grown and healthy, that's how I like 'em Big juicy legs and a nice pair of kegs Hmm, Mr. Goodbar style You haven't met a guy like me in a while I jump out a cake, dance, play, shake I ain't got no Body By Jake Smooth as Whitester extra dry Moetzer Don and I'll slip it in your mouth like a Bon-Bon Ya know what I'm sayin'? I'm Mr. Goodbar, (Goodbar) yeah So, you know next time, uh, your man is out Check my, Nah, nah, he's cool But my girl, oh, I don't know, your man might be with her, uh Ya know what I'm sayin'? But I'm with you, yeah, Mr. Goodbar, baby, uh May I say, may I say that outfit you got on, Slim, juicy lips; so honey coated, Yo, he never says that to you He never gives you compliments Yo, he be givin' you flowers, baby And tellin' you how much he cares for you Does he hold you, and caress you, and give you affection I didn't think so