Sheila E. - Sex Cymbal lyrics

Psyche! (Sex cymbal) (Sex cymbal) [Verse 1:] There's a rumor 'bout "The Glamorous Life" I think I told you once I don't mind telling you twice I'd like to be the one who's in your dreams But not because I make lots of money And headed for the big screen Heaven forbid I don't end up like James Dean You say your love will never stop And I hope it's the truth Not just 'cause I'm on top No [Chorus:] They call me a s** cymbal (Call me s** cymbal) Say I'm a star (It's up to them just what you are) (Sex cymbal) With pumps and Versace in my Jaguar (Pumps in my Jaguar) [Verse 2:] If I was living 9:00 to 5:00 And hanging with the girls at the same old dive Would everybody beg me to sign their jeans? Or is it 'cause I'm what you call famous? I'm blessed with all the fortune and fame If I didn't have a dime Would you treat me the same? Tell the truth now [Chorus] [Bridge:] Realize it's an image before it goes too far Show me, tell me Make me believe you love me just for me I think you've known me long enough I'm Sheila, not Miss E Come make me happy I don't mean just the boys Everybody in my house Come on, we gotta make some noise Heaven forbid (Sex cymbal) Just realize it's an image 'fore it goes too far [Chorus] Just realize it's an image 'fore it goes too far Call me a s** cymbal Call me a star (It's up to them just what you are) (Sex cymbal) With pumps and Versace in my Jaguar Just realize it's an image 'fore it goes too far I know you like 'em cute and simple With no frame of mind But I'm-a talk and body-shock And mesmerize you every time (Pumps in my Jaguar) (It's up to them just what you are) (Goes too far) They call me a s** cymbal Say I'm a star (It's up to them just what you are) (Sex Cymbal) [Rap:] Listen to the rhythm while I'm hypin' up the tempo I can get rather funky when I'm playin' the s** cymbal My man's name is Tim Bale I know you've seen him Chillin' behind the drummer's throne That you can call my "queendom" Glamorous ain't it How the picture is painted Like my overweight roommate, 808 Kate? My brother's name is Mister Tom-Tom Droppin' on the rhythm like a bomb, boy! S-H-E-I-L-A dash E Sheila-eila-eila E. is my title Flyest females I'm your idol Supercalivocalistic sister Rhymes tear you apart just like a twister If you wanna dance Well then, do so 'Cause the time remaining is crucial It's really not that You better believe that the only s** cymbal I got is my hi-hat! Crash with a drum roll Working my body Shooby doo-wop doo-doo bop This is a hip-hop party Not the make, the model or vintage I don't really care about the glamorous image The Little Drummer Boy keeps a place in my heart 'Cause you love me for me and that sets off sparks Now I know life is just one big crescendo Playin' on the funky Funky s** cymbal Wsh, chh-wsh, chh Wsh, chh-wsh, chh! Sheila-eila-eila-eila-eila E Wsh, chh-wsh, chh Wsh, chh-wsh, chh! Sheila-eila-eila-eila-eila E Call me a s** cymbal (Call me s** cymbal) Say I'm a star (It's up to them just what you are) (Sex cymbal) With pumps and Versace in my Jaguar (Pumps in my Jaguar) Call me a s** cymbal (Call me s** cymbal) Say I'm a star (It's up to them just what you are) (Sex cymbal)