Song Lyrics

A girl walked by me today And I saw my soul inside her eyes I saw her anger, her fear, her loss underneath my same disguise Staring at my reflection finally made me see I've been looking everywhere for myself Except inside of me

Please, give me, give me, give me Give it to me baby Baby, please just give me Please don’t keep it from me

I, I, I love little girls They make me feel so good I love, little girls They make me feel so bad When they're around They make me feel Like I'm the only guy in town I love, little girls They make me feel so good They don't care about my one-way mirror They're not frightened by my cold exterior They don't, ask me questions They don't, want to scold me They don't, look for answers They just, want to hold me Isn't this fun? Isn't this what life's all about? Isn't this a dream come true? Isn't this a nightmare too? Oh, oh, oh I love little girls They make me feel so good I love, little girls They make me feel so, bad When they're around They make me feel Like I'm the only guy in town I love, little girls They make me feel so, good They don't care about my inclinations They're not frightened by my revelations Uh oh (uh oh), take a second (take a second) Uh oh (uh oh), it's a mistake (it's a mistake) Uh oh (uh oh), I'm in trouble (I'm in trouble) Uh oh (uh oh), the little girl was just too little Too little, too little, too little, too little Isn't this what life's all about? Isn't this a dream come true? Isn't this a nightmare too? And I don't care, what people say And I don't care, what people think And I don't care, how we look Walking down the street They make me feel so-- I love, little girls They don't care about my one-way mirror They don't care about my cold exterior They don't (they don't), ask me questions (ask me questions) They don't (they don't), want to scold me (want to scold me) They don't (they don't), look for answers (look for answers) They just (they just), want to hold me (want to hold me) Uh oh (uh oh), I'm in trouble (I'm in trouble) Uh oh (uh oh), the little girls was just too little Too little, too little, too little, too little Too little, too little, too little, too little Isn't this what life's all about? Isn't this a dream come true? Isn't this a nightmare too? Oh, oh, oh, I, I, I love little girls They make me feel so good I love, little girls They make me feel so, bad When they're around They make me feel Like I'm the only guy in town I love (I love), little girls They make me feel so good I love

And now I'm scared to grow You say "I told you so" Is there more to know?

I can feel the sheerness dripping through my shirt, it's soaking Up every glance that passes by afraid to advance Counting down to one, our lips too close to run Soon all this space will equal none

Now this is a story all about how My life got flipped-turned upside down And I'd like to take a minute Just sit right there I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air In west Philadelphia born and raised On the playground was where I spent most of my days Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school When a couple of guys who were up to no good Started making trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." I begged and pleaded with her day after day But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket. I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it." First class, yo, this is bad Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like? Hmm, this might be alright. But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat? I don't think so I'll see when I get there I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air Well, the plane landed and when I came out There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out I ain't trying to get arrested yet I just got here I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rare But I thought, "Nah, forget it." – "Yo, home to Bel-Air." I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo home smell ya later." I looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air