Kareema know just what it is she does It can't be hard for her to get a buzz Down in the street below You can hear the drunken prophet sing 'I know what's on your mind my boy I can see oh everything Lead pipes are fortune made well Take a tip from me Climb up to her window ledge or you'll forever be
Just walking under ladders as the people round you hear you crying please'
Who really knows just what it is she does It can't be hard for her To get a buzz The rapture of vertigo And letting go Me myself i was never sure Was it the liquor Or was it my soul?