Blues Traveler - Mother Funker текст песни

Mother funker!

If you see her come, you better look away

When shes down for a kill, that bitch is ready to play

If you need some time, shell hook you for a while

With her jasmine eyes and her granite smile

Her kingdoms one twenty fifth to the lower east side

For the proper fee shell hook you for that ride

To her bad ass haunts that span all across town

She can speak with a sheik as well as get the funk down

Geronimo!

Chan!

So if you crave brass rings, then son youd best beware

But if thats the case, then youre already there

Shell spit you out and leave you wanting more

The queen of the night is just a burnt out whore