I seen her in the subway, on my way to Brooklyn.
"Hello, good lookin, is this seat tooken?"

On the A Train, pickin at her brain,
I couldn't get her number, I couldn't get her name.

I said, "I still like your style and fashion,
But I hate your hot sadiddy attitude wit a passion.
Is it because brothers like to hawk a lot?
Is it because your sign don't talk a lot?"

She turned away, no play, I said, "OK,
You don't really look good, I hope you have a bad day."