Paul Westerberg - Dyslexic Heart lyrics

Yeah we very different that I cant deny

Yous a big city girl and imma country guy

You represent the north so you love hip- hop

And im straight up out the south so imma bout that drop

But lets get real for a minute baby look at my face

And tell me have you ever been queen to bass

So has a man ever made you buckle up at your knees

By the way he slowly ate your macorronni and cheese

If not then I suggest we go under my suite

Get a knock and ill none of talking and turn back my sheets

Get a radio and put one one of C.C.s beats

Then lay your body down as I proceed to breed

And eat your body like potatoe salad and ham

Kissing on the nipples on your candied yams

Squeezing my whipped cream on your lemon meraing

Bass music in the back saturating your brain

To have you moaning screaming swanging and kicking

Beggin for a piece of this Kentucky fried chicken

Freaking you to the bass and fulfilling your dream

And me say you know the body with the southern cousine c.mon

Let me freak ya down 2 da bass baby.

let me freak you down to the bass.(repeat)X4

I know you made love on satin sheets

But have you ever did it in a chevy Capri

Drop top by the lake skin to skin

With bass music pumpin out your 12.s and 10.s

Body.s full of sweat like we diggin a ditch

The whole car rocking like we hittin a switch

Tricking on the way that I slowly lick

Your body up and down like a chick-o stick

Cuz when it come to getting freaky there.s no one greater

I freak some now then save some for later

So stop playing hard to get and come chill

With this country bro from outa Jacksonville

So I can mix my rice with your lima beans

Drop my ham hogs and see your mustard greens

And turn you O.U.T. in my B.E.D then wash it all down with a glass of sweet tea

And everything I love imma freak ya well

Tapping on your ears like a S.P. 12

Taking your hip- hop and enhancing the taste

By adding just a pinch of this country fried bass c.mon

Let me freak ya down 2 da bass baby.

Let me freak you down to the bass,(repeat)X4

If you let me stir your body like a bowl of soup

Then ill be softer than the leather in a lexus coupe

Make you wetter than a beach when the tide is high

And have your body feeling sweeter than some pecan pie

You.ll be riding cloud 9 when you flying a plane

Higher than a junkie on some crack cocaine

Happier than a kid playing ball in the park

And crawling up the wall like a roach in the dark

Ill be livin in your body like its Sunday brunch

Swallowing your sweat like its tropical punch

Patiently im waiting on the chance to hunch

Like im waiting on the check around the first of the month

Ill spray your body down in some C.K.B.

And lay it down like im Eightball and MJG

Go and watch braid her turn some tricks

Like im chris watch and nelson and you vanity 6

Investigating your body like the Rockford files

Stabbing like the dagger from the golden child

Making love together kinda nice and slow

To a bass grave beeper have some alga mo

Ill lick your lolly pop till the candy gone

Till im singing mo tired than a brandy song

Sticking to your body like its lesses paste

And Have you screaming yeah boy I like you flava flave

Trying to win your price like the price is right

Singing in your ear like im brian mcknight

All night long like the two man band

And ride up in them sheets like the Ku Klux Klan

Let me freak you down to the bass baby.

Let me freak you down to the bass.(repeat)until fad