מילים לשיר If Looks Could Kill – Beyonce & Mos Def

Sweetness flowing like a faucet Body bangin' no corset Brothas wanna toss it But they lost, cause my game made them forfeit Slicker than a porpoise and thicker than a horse is Carmen Brown got the whole town speechless I'll stick to my thesis, eyes stick to my features Brothas trying to hold, but thier game never reaches Most of these cats are like the middle of peaches I see you looking at, but what you looking at? You're in a bar and wanna twist me like a bottle cap? I'm trying to holla Miss, to see if you gon holla back Your game is whack, and no, you will not get your quarter back See this is Carmen, curves like a cul-de-sac skin coffee and cream, your donuts, you ain't dunking that But this is Miller, Lieutenant, if you're wondering And I'm Nathanile Mel Gibson Danny Gloverin' But I'm not hearing you, you might as well be mumbling See, I have dreams, and with a man, what will become of them? There's not a kid out here who can make me believe I should postpone my goals, he got tricks up his sleeve? Whole bar full of cuffs and you ain't locking me down I got a warrant for ya heart, in the bed, hold the trial Get a pardon if you come with the Sergeant, now Give me a chair, cause I don't care, I ain't feeling your style Ayo, I'm trying to get with you shorty But I'm not feeling you But I'm an officer shorty My looks are killing you Murder One will get you under the covers Game taller, manslaughter, I ain't feeling you brothas Ayo, I'm trying to get with you shorty But I'm not feeling you But I'm an officer shorty My looks are killing you Murder One will get you under the covers Game taller, manslaughter, I ain't feeling you brothas Eyes like the ocean Ma, I got some lotion Hold ya thighs, raise 'em high and daddy long stroke you Hair like forever Swear I do it better Take my gun out the holster, I still got the Barretta Brothas sweat Carmen like Patrick Ewing, but that cat. Don't waste your time, he ain't worth doing, he's just a Sergeant Passing out tickets for parking Chicken-heads clucking Pitiful bulls barking See, this is Carmen, voice sweet as marvin I turn out lights, with the switch, when I'm walking Girls steady jealous, cause they men always hawkin' Even got Lou lookin' at me like he stalkin'
And I got a mind, too I wouldn't bless you, if your first name was hachoo on Sunday, singin' gospel You ain't a dyme, just a nickel actin' hostile I'm headed for the big top and bouncin' on this side-show.