Girls and Shoes

I see that cheque book coming out
I hear that accent dumbing down
I feel those blue notes going white
I sense those hands all getting tied

But it's so true
For girls and shoes
I can't match you

I hear you picked another fight
Blood over cameras, what a sight
Not on the towels with gun and gold
Sentence and transport, up and sold
Yeah

But it's so true
For girls and shoes
I can't match you

We conclude
Feeling it smooth
Way back to

So true
For girls and shoes
I can't match you

We conclude
Feeling it smooth
Way back to
Way back to

But I just couldn't do it that way