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.
