Supercommuter - #1 Kyabajo lyrics

Ohayo Gozaimasu and all that stuff I'm back from Tokyo, chillin' in the buff In a bath in a back room, didn't hide my tattoos Chattin' with a Russian hostess because I have to Light blue dress, scar on her lip Bad English Bored, two droopy eyelids Pushin' shochu, southern bourbon and nori Candy-shaped cheese and a really sad story Not lookin' for help she'll do it herself A little light on Yen, more booze from the shelf I knew at that moment that my primary opponent Was super sk**ed at getting' loaded #1 Kyabajo! She got me line If I didn't mind We could go to Shinjuku for some quality time I knew when she said it that if I went I'd regret it But here I go, I give her credit #1 Kyabajo! You're tall, smart, and handsome Roppongi Hills 100,000 Yen bills 52nd floor, nine-course French meals I used to take the train now she got me rentin' wheels I guess it's all due to this Kyaba girl's sk**s I never even kissed her maybe on the cheek and Now I'm grabbin' gifts to give her like every weekend Guess what? She wants to travel home She'd like to get ahead and really needs a student loan She knows I'm gaijin, but that doesn't mean That we can't get together when she has her degree Yeah it's true I'm pursuin' a girl who knows what she's doin' My bottom line is in ruin from #1 Kyabajo I told her goodbye 'cause I had to fly Back to Seattle, she brushed a tear from my eye I don't know why I did it, but I agreed to stick with it Handed my address and digits to #1 Kyabajo You're so handsome Let's get lost in Conversation Yes, it's costin' *Following 2 verses play over each other You but maybe We might change the Way we're playing You won't pay me You're so different I've not felt this Disinterest in What your wealth is My budget's kinda tight, man I'm stretched paper thin I got spreadsheets stacked, track receipts to the cent And I'm hiding where I went I know it's not right I help her pay her rent though I love my wife I'm possessed will power won't manifest I tell myself I'm gonna quit, but then I get another text That she needs another check to help a poor friend Attached another pick with a little more skin Now my mind is moving fast Likes me now, but it might not last The more I flow, then the more she shows And now I know that I'm in her trap I don't want to be the one to sit back, relax, Be that dude that missed a chance Don't send money, then I miss romance Never get more, never in those pants Moshi moshi on the phone Natasha-san, are you alone? She said so desu, and I confessed That my 'kane is almost gone *GASP!* Yes it's true But who needs money when I got you? I heard a click and it happened quick she said "Me, that's who, now we're through" So let's go out shopping and have lots to drink You're so charming and handsome