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Les paroles de Passin Me By
| | | Artiste: | The Pharcyde |
| | Album: | Bizarre Ride II the Pharcyde | | Titre: | Passin Me By | | | | Date d'ajout: | 18/10/2007 | | Vues: | 69 fois | | | | Paroles: | Now in my younger days I used to sport as shag
When I went to school I carried lunch in a
bag
With an apple for my teacher 'cause I knew I'd get a kiss
Always got mad when
the class was dismissed
But when it was in session, I always had a question
I would
raise my hand to make her stagger to my desk and
help me with my problem, it was never much
Just a trick, to smell her scent and try to sneak a touch
Oh, how I wish I could hold
her hand and give her a hug
She was married to the man, he was a thug,
His name was
Lee, he drove a Z,
he'd pick her up from school promptly at three o'clock
I was on
her jock, yes indeedy I wrote graffiti on the bus
First I'd write her name then carve a
plus,
with my name last, on the looking glass,
I seen her yesterday but still I had
to let her pass
She keeps on passin me by...
When I dream of
fairytales I think of me and Shelly
See she's my type of hype and I can't stand when
brothers tell me
That I should quit chasin' and look for something better
But the
smile that she shows makes me a go-getter
I haven't gone as far as asking if I could get
with her
I just play it by ear and hope she gets the picture
I'm shootin for her
heart, got my finger on the trigger
She could be my broad, and I could be her (nigga)
But, all I can do is stare...
Back as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or
dare
Now she's more sophisticated, highly edu-ma-cated
not at all over-rated, I
think I need a prayer
to get in her boots and it looks rather dry
I guess a twinkle
in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye
Although she's crazy steppin, I'll try to stop her
stride
Cause I won't have no more of this passin me by
And I must voice my
opinion of not even pretending she didn't have me
Strung like a chicken, chase my tail like
a doggie
She was kind of like a star, thinking I was like a fan
Dude, she looked
good, down side: she had a man
He was a rooty-toot, a nincompoop
She told me soon
your little birdie's gonna fly the coop
She was a flake like corn, and I was born not to
understand
By lettin her pass I had proved to be a better man
She keeps on
passin me by...
Now there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian
And now the
world around me be gets movin in slow motion
when-ever she happens to walk by - why does the
apple of my eye
overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try?
Wait,
no, i did not really pursue my little princess with persistance;
And I was so low-key that
she was unaware of my existance
From a distance I desired, secretly admired her;
Wired her a letter to get her, and it went:
My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me
but I know you very well
Now let me tell you about the feelings I have for you
When
I try, or make some sort of attempt, I symp
Damn I wish I wasn't such a wimp!
'Cause
then I would let you know that I love you so
And if I was your man then I would be true
The only lying I would do is in the bed with you
Then I signed sincerely the one who
loves you dearly, PS love me tender
The letter came back three days later: Return to Sender
Damn!
She keeps on passin me by | | | |
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