Where is my shit? Oh You know it She's making love for breakfast In Venice In the little white house with rent control She's got Turquoise tiles on the counter in the kitchen She cooks she listens to Nina Simone And all the hipsters on the east side They think they're too cool for school But they don't know She's the queen of the west side And she rocks me to my soul She rocks me to my soul She's sunbathing in her bare skin I'm jealous of the light shining on her back "Where is my shit?" Well, I'm walking down Montana and I'm singing I'm in heaven Hoping that she asks me to come back All the know it alls on the Northside They think they know They dont know What I know She's the Queen of the Westside Yes she is She rocks me to my soul She rocks me to my soul She rocks me to my soul