Booty Call

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.