At the risk of inappropriate
There"s something that I must admit
I am compelled I must confess
To get this offense off my chest
Now I know it may just be too late
And my track record ain"t all that great
And it may not be romantic
To reveal just how I feel
But there"s something aboutchoo, boutchoo
Don"t expect you to know just what I mean
Yeah there"s something aboutchoo, boutchoo
A little uptight and a bit obscene
Oh there"s something aboutchoo, boutchoo
The way you walk and you do your hair
Yeah there"s something aboutchoo, boutchoo
The way you work it baby just ain"t fair
And you don"t care
I"ve been avoiding full disclosure
And minimizing my exposure
To the wreckage of the elements
I really don"t have no defense
And maybe I"m just paranoid
But I don"t think you"ll be overjoyed
To learn of my obsession
I"m confessing that it"s true...
Oh there"s something aboutchoo, boutchoo
Don"t expect you to know just what I mean
Yeah there"s something aboutchoo, boutchoo
A little uptight and a bit obscene
Oh there"s something aboutchoo, boutchoo
The way you walk and you do your hair
Yeah there"s something aboutchoo, boutchoo
The way you work it baby just ain"t fair
And you don"t care...
And I don"t know just what it is
Makes me feel like I wanna rip my eyes out
I don"t know what it is