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Correct Underarms Lyrics
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Correct Underarms
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Words: G. Williams, L. Dukes, N. Glover Music: L. Smith, G. Vaughn, G. Williams Arranged by: L. Smith, J. Saddler - 1987 From the Album "Ba-Dop-Boom-Bang" Well you got a hot date and you wanna be fly Throw on a Gucci blazer and a Gucci tie Not a hair out of place, a freshly-shaved face You think you're walkin' out the house with style and grace (Don't you) You pick up your girl and take her to dinner 'Cause when the night is over you think you're gonna win her Then you move real close using all your charm And then your girl says "Baby guess that" (I smell your underarms) That odor, it's ringin' out loud and clear as a bell You can't hear it because you're immune to the smell I describe your aroma as foul and pathetic And they can use your odor as the latest anesthetic Now I know that it's stone cold funk, I can tell 'Cause it's written all over by the way you smell That funk the aroma, that smell, that scent You'll be arrested for malicious body odor intent Your odor going 'round, doin' people bodily harm And then somebody turned around and said (I smell your underarms) You woke up late for work usin' the same old line Don't think I'm gonna wash my underarms this time The more you ignore, the worse the smell grows And you pick out all clothes by using your nose It was the rush hour when I was on the train And the smell of underarms was drivin' me insane It was a sure-fire way of bringing me to my death I couldn't hold a conversation, I was holding my breath And you cold see the funk just like a cloud in the air Was homeboy sittin' next to me, I swear! And when I saw the direction this girl was leaning You could hear homebody's underarms just screaming (ugh.....) (I smell your underarms) Hanging at a party one night, all alone Sippin' on a bottle of Dom Perignon The crowd was on the floor, rocking the beat Smelling like thay ain't bathed since last week The smell was all through the house, cold rockin' the place The funk fill the air like a fresh can of Mace When you raised your hands I had to sound tha alarm A girl said "Look,there's Monster growin under his arm" We were so shocked we couldn't even run (uhgh) And they declared his arm public enemy number one Now throw your hands in the air, if you want to party hard Now put your hands back down, everybody's, 'cause You didn't use Right Guard (I smell your underarms)
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