You think you're cooler than me.

If I could write you a song. To make you fall in love. I would already have you up under my arm. I used up all of my tricks. I hope that you like this. You got your high brown. Shoes on your feet. And you wear 'em around like it ain't shit. But you dont know. The way that you look. When your steps, make, that, much, noise -- SHH!