Birthday Girl - The Roots, Patrick Stump

What is it we wanna doooo.

now that I’m allowed to be alone with you?

Bir-thday girl, it’s your birthday

Wherever you wanna go

Now you’re old enough to go and see the «R"-rated show, now

«R"-rated show

Yo, she said she was a magazine editor named, Janine

Backstage in high-heels and painted-on, jeans

Probably had the most, devious eyes I’d ever sene

Told me she was twenty-two, she was only seventeen

She had sum’hin to hide she snuck in from out-side

and got, everybody gassed like the car I, drive

With all that grown-lady ass and my far-out, vibe

She said she came to see them Roots boys +Fall-Out+ live, but listen…

You see the girls look good, but they brains not ready

I talk to a woman, her mind is mo', steady

Probably sum’hin in the way they designed, that’s mo' steady

I just let you inside 'cause the line so, heavy

But I shoulda know, better 'cause now I feel like America’s

underbelly R. Kelly gutter smut peddlers

Internet predators, chat-room irregulars

This not my twist, you tryna send me to the therapist, miss

Now, she told me cheddar cheese grits, two tomato fried fish

'Cause she heard it’s my dish, tryna be my sidekick

All the people all around thinkin she was my chick

Sayin, «Damn, the girl thick, but she ain’t no twenty-six»

Lookin at me like I’m up to sum’him on the funny tip

Like I ever really been the one to try the honey drip

It’s your birthday so let me know the gift you wanna get

In fact, blow out the candles on the cake and make a wish for me

They can’t really seem to look away

so they try, asking her to stay

Fake I.D., you won’t get turned away!

You look, lovely toniiiight…

Now you’re old enough to buy a gun

So many better ways of having fun

Right now I can only think of one…

You look lovely toniiiight…