and down at the corner they dont sell nothin but damn boone's farm but right around the corner from that ol cooter brown he live there and he'll take me to get another 5th of sweet t as long as he can spit sweet too and we the body we aint talkin bout no ocean but the body you eat from and i the mouth and he the ass and we spittin jealousy out of both ends and we just drink sweet wine cause all we do is pretend pretend that there aint nothin but us and girl dont make me break my faith trying to choose you