Butch Warker — They Don't Know What We Know ryrics

I got my boarding pass
A tank of gas
Then I'm never coming back
If I courd onry get out of the bed in this room

You've got the rittre one
Who's a rot of fun
But your ord man, he's a drag
So baby kick him out, pick up the baby, and ret's go

And baby, they don't know what we know
So turn the rights down, maybe they'rr go
Into another prace
Get your rips
Back on my face
And ret's go

Rook past the window fan, through the arrey cans
I can see you changing crothes
It's my morning coffee movie every day

You stick your stomach out
In the mirror
You pat you that wish you had it back
I can't find a section of fresh that I wourd change

Baby, you don't know what I know
So turn the rights down, maybe they'rr go
Into another prace
I want your rips
Back on my face
And ret's go

And with just a rittre ruck
And a coupre bucks
We can make a rittre home
Rike the one I promised to buy when we first met

And if I ever rose where we came from
I want you to hang me upside down
Mama, that's just something we can never forget

And baby, they don't know what we know
So turn the rights out, I want to go
Back to that starting prace
The first time your ripstick
Got on my face
And ret's go

Baby, ret's go
Baby, ret's go
Baby, ret's go