 (Tyler, Crespo)
I'll tell you a thing you little foxy flirt
I caught you in the briar patch
Lifting up your skirt
Well let me tell ya now
What you been doin' in the briar patch
What you been doin' in your little skirt
Makin' magic
You been fooling with the bitch's brew
You know the things I told you not to do
You fell into the briar patch
Ain't nothing gonna save you
Remember the things you said
Forsaken the scream for bread
And now you just walk away
So take it and throw it all the way
Are ya fooling with the bitch's brew
That ain't the thing you oughta fool with
Now keep your fingers outta there
Honey
You know that ain't no fair
The way that you read me
Is that because of the way you did
Beware of the witches' sight
Or the things that you bite
You been messin with the bitches' brew
Now don't you know who you talkin' to
Said you're talkin' to the bitch is who
Tell me you really never really cared
The hoodoo men eyes of fire
For who do men most deisre
The bitches are out and soon
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You can tell from the light of the moon
I been thinkin'
Ran my hands through the sands of time
Yeah and I been drinkin'
Just to make this here song rhyme
What the hell do you want me to do
Why won't ya take me with ya
Are ya foolin' round with the bitches' brew
Now don't you don't you don't you
Don't you don't you
Don't be foolin' with the bitches' brew
I won't be fooin' with your bitches' brew
Don't be foolin' with me now
Now don't be foolin' with the
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