Well, we've always had a bumpy ride And this is where it ends 'Cause you don't like my attitude And I don't like your friends I can never be your baby But I can be your booty call Huh! You don't like my records I don't like your TV shows But between you and my records, babe It's you that's got to go Well, I can never be your baby But I can be your booty call
Yeah, yeah So if you meet him at the Roxy And you go back to his house And he has another whiskey And then he passes out Well, honey, just give me a shout And I can be your booty call Yeah And you make it past two thirty And you're watching hoochy dancers And you start to get that old familiar feeling in your pants Well, honey, if I'm home I'll answer Then I can be your booty call Yeah You've got two left feet And your hair is sad Your mom is stone crazy And so is your dad But you're the best damn lover That I ever had Now just don't mess it up by asking me whether There's a chance that we can get back together Because that won't happen ever (No) But I can be your booty call Well, you're like my favorite underwear They're hanging by a thread I can't take you out in public But you're comfortable in bed Well, I can never be your baby But can be your booty call Yeah yeah yeah Hell, I can't never be your baby But I can be your boooooty booty booty boo boo boo booty call, call, baby baby baby bay bay baby.