I'm Picky Lyrics - Geeks & The Jerkin Socks - Shaka Ponk

Hey man, it's not gonna work 

It has nothing to do with you 

I'm sorry, it's me, the thing is: I'm Picky! 

I'm Picky and all the girls I drive them crazy 

I drive them crazy cos I'm sexy 

They call me sexy cos I'm hot, catch my knot 

Don't you know I am so hot cos I am picky 

And everything is in the lack 

The lack of me into you thing makes you scream my name 

Honey Holy Hole, that's the goal 

To make you wonder why I'm cold and distant 

I'm "cold and distant" yes I am 

I'm Picky cos I'm all alone 

You know that it's crimi, yes it's criminal. 

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I'm Picky cos I'm all alone 

Maybe I'm alone cos I'm a picky one 

I got a lotta girls waiting for me not to call 

Another Sunday morning on my own 

Maybe I'm too good for you 

Or maybe you don't know me cos you know nada 

I got a lotta comics to read on the throne 

Good looking you and I could get along 

Oh Porque, porque siempre dices lo mismo 

Lo mismo shiza shy I am, Bim Bam Bam 

I fall down and shame again on me 

Cos you are laughly with your friends 

about my weirdo comportamiento 

I'm Picky yo, freaky no dating 

modelo and woman consistent and too persistant 

I'm cold and distant 

Remember me all the girls I drive'em crazy 

I drive'em crazy cos I'm lazy, I don't give a damn 

You know I'm fuckin' lazy, I don't give a damn 

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I'm Picky cos I'm all alone 

Maybe I'm alone cos I'm a picky one 

I got a lotta girls waiting for me not to call 

Another Sunday morning on my own 

Maybe I'm too good for you 

Or maybe you don't know me cos you know nada 

I got a lotta comics to read on the throne 

Good looking you and I could get along 

Hey, Hey, Hey... 

Talk to me, walk with me, 

Talk to me, Walk with me 

Talk to me, Walk with me, 

Talk to me you're picky! 

I'm Picky, I drive them all crazy 

I drive them all crazy 

I drive them all crazy 

You know that I'm hot, hot, hot, hot 

I'm Picky cos I'm all alone 

Oh maybe I'm alone cos I'm a picky one 

I got a lotta girls waiting for me not to call 

Another Sunday morning on my own