Watsky (george Watsky) - Women, Women, Women lyrics

To answer your question Looking out my window Talking to my cat like he's kinfolk I sip a Coke and I drink slow I'm in limbo No plan B No girlfriend, I just need to meet a nympho But I won't cause I'm more sensitive than my lymph nodes and I give too much info You can't upzip After saying dumb sh** like, Like I hear your name every time the wind blows I gave a chilly chick my jacket and my skin froze and then she jacked it and just ran off with my thin clothes I guess that sh** makes her a heartbreaker in my windbreaker I'm not tripping off the bimbos, I just think about the puns that I can spit later she couldn't salt me, she was just a hip shaker And to answer the question that you implied in your eyes No, I don't think that I'm smarter than a fifth grader Ladies, ladies, ladies Women, women, women Honeys, honeys, honeys Girlies, girlies, girls Ladies, ladies, ladies It's so bunnies Women, women, women And my honeys, honeys Whatever Reality valedictorian Graduated to the next level and I hopped in my DeLorean Aurora borealis in my rearview, man it's glorious waking up at noon, I'm notorious I'm gonna roll the dice, I'm very lucky, but f** it Papa needs a new pair of huggies in this life of hard knocks feeling like the Hulk, I throw my enemies against the wall across the room like they were my alarm clock After dark, car parked right on our block arm wrapped around the card stock chick propped up in the pa**enger seat for a sweet one-way heart to heart talk I think I'm ahead of my age like I'm Dippin' Dots These women that I've dated really seem to think I'm odd-- Strange They just nod which is hard without a head on their shoulders like Ichabod Crane Ladies, ladies, ladies Women, women, women Honeys, honeys, honeys Fillies, fillies, fillies Ladies, ladies, ladies Sexy so-in-sos Women, women, women Excess chromosomes Huh? What's a fourth word for girls?