Wendy
Wendy where you at now
She just made it to the States
She doesn't have a background
She's just tryna catch a break
She doesn't have a passport
She forgot her last name
When she flagged me over
For miles could feel her
Wendy where you at now
Won't you just come on over
Those days are over sober
I bend her over backwards
I see her every Tuesday
I see her when the moon rings
I see her when she's moody
I call her lovely Lucy
She likes to run with Lucy
Starships and Mötley Crüe tees
They're never wearing blue jeans
They always wind up on the floor
When I pull up to the crib
She knows I want more
She opens her mouth
While she shuts the door
Wendy where you at now
She just came into the States
She doesn't have a background
She's just tryna catch a break
She doesn't have a passport
She forgot her last name
When she flagged me over
For miles could feel her pain
Wendy where you at now
She just came into the States
She doesn't have a background
She's just tryna catch a break
Met her in California
Where we dance the time away
Hollywood to The Valley
Last night we catch some waves
You a tough act
You a dog track
You a good bet
Like a hat trick
You a mall-rat
You a savage
You a bad bitch
When you ravage
You a slat trick
Dallas Maverick
In the mattress
Doin backflips
You ain't average
You a fast bitch
Track-star
Like Atlantis
Big booty bitch
Planet
You a WorldStar
Grew up real hard
Grew up real far
Grew up real fast
Grew up real fast
Time to fast
Sante Fe
Sante Fe
Leave you last
Leave you first
See the past
She just made it to the States
She doesn't have a background
She's just tryna catch a break
She doesn't have a passport
She forgot her last name
When she flagged me over
For miles could feel her
Wendy where you at now
Won't you just come on over
Those days are over sober
I bend her over backwards
I see her every Tuesday
I see her when the moon rings
I see her when she's moody
I call her lovely Lucy
She likes to run with Lucy
Starships and Mötley Crüe tees
They're never wearing blue jeans
They always wind up on the floor
When I pull up to the crib
She knows I want more
She opens her mouth
While she shuts the door
Wendy where you at now
She just came into the States
She doesn't have a background
She's just tryna catch a break
She doesn't have a passport
She forgot her last name
When she flagged me over
For miles could feel her pain
Wendy where you at now
She just came into the States
She doesn't have a background
She's just tryna catch a break
Met her in California
Where we dance the time away
Hollywood to The Valley
Last night we catch some waves
You a tough act
You a dog track
You a good bet
Like a hat trick
You a mall-rat
You a savage
You a bad bitch
When you ravage
You a slat trick
Dallas Maverick
In the mattress
Doin backflips
You ain't average
You a fast bitch
Track-star
Like Atlantis
Big booty bitch
Planet
You a WorldStar
Grew up real hard
Grew up real far
Grew up real fast
Grew up real fast
Time to fast
Sante Fe
Sante Fe
Leave you last
Leave you first
See the past
Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Rudman
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