Upholstery

I was not myself last night lost a fight, my woody barely running
By a dude I should have beat, and on the street a blow like that is stunning

I finally lost control and tore my tuck-n-roll upholstery
Where my baby sits up close to me
That's supposed to be what our life is all about
Upholstery where my baby sits up close to me
That's supposed to be what our life is all about

Of all life's mysteries the greatest one I've seen
My short runs better when it's clean

I was not myself last night ran a light without my registration
Where the cops were bound to see and you know me already on probation
I wound up on parole I tore my tuck-n-roll upholstery
Where my baby sits up close to me
That's supposed to be what our life is all about
Upholstery where my baby sits up close to me
That's supposed to be what life is all about