The Stuff - Forniquette

The white stuff The white stuff The first one was a sweet one Second one was a blast Soon I finished off the bag, ate 'em up real fast You can see 'em in my teeth Tell it when I talk Had so many my pancreas just went into shock I love the white stuff, baby In the middle of an Oreo I love the white stuff, baby It's the most delicious thing I know I've had a zillion or two In my life, they're so right My teeth are all rotted clear through But who cares? What else am I supposed to do? Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oreo Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, the white stuff Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oreo What's in the middle? The white stuff The first time that I tried it Got a big sugar buzz Nothing gets me high as that sandwhich cookie does But I love the filling most I rub it on my roast Mix it in with my coffee and spread it on my toast I love the white stuff, baby In the middle of an Oreo I love the white stuff, baby Take some with me everywhere I go Might get a pimple or two Well, so what? It's all right Now Twinkies and Ding Dongs won't do All I need... You know what it is Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oreo Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, the white stuff Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Oreo Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, the white stuff Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oreo What's in the middle? The white stuff

So give me the hard stuff (hard stuff) Oohh, yeah Anybody can be in love on a sunny day Anybody can turn and run when it starts to rain And everybody wishes all the skies were blue But that ain't the kind of love I'm looking to have with you So give me the hard stuff The kind that makes you real I'll be there when the storm comes Cause I want the hard stuff When they're throwing sticks and stones We can cut each other to the bone I'm never gonna give you up Cause I want the hard stuff (hard stuff) Yeah I want the hard stuff (hard stuff, yeah) My god knows I'm not the man that I want to be And we all know there's things in this life we refuse to see So just know my fire for you will always burn And please forgive the things in this life that I have to learn So give me the hard stuff The kind that makes you real I wanna be there when the storm comes Cause I want the hard stuff When they're throwing sticks and stones We can cut each other to the bone I'm never gonna give you up Cause I want the hard stuff (hard stuff, oh) No, we won't have to wonder Oh, you won't have to wonder If we're ever going under No, we're never going under No, we're never going under Cause I want the hard stuff The kind that makes you real I wanna be there when the storm comes Cause I want the hard stuff (I want the hard stuff) When they're throwing sticks and stones Cut each other to the bone (break each other to the bone) I'm never gonna give you up Cause I want the hard stuff (hard stuff, oh) Yeah I want the hard stuff (I want the hard stuff, yeah) Yeah I want the hard stuff Give me the hard stuff Give me the hard stuff I want the, inn-inn I want the hard stuff So give me the hard stuff

Well, me an' my lady had our first big fight So I drove around till I saw the neon light Of a corner bar, and it just seemed right So I pulled up Not a soul around but the old bar keep Down at the end an' looking half asleep But he walked up, an' said, "What'll it be?" I said, "The good stuff" He didn't reach around for the whiskey He didn't pour me a beer His blue eyes kinda went misty He said, "You can't find that here" 'Cause it's the first long kiss on a second date Momma's all worried when you get home late And droppin' the ring in the spaghetti plate 'Cause your hands are shakin' so much An' it's the way that she looks with the rice in her hair Eatin' burnt suppers the whole first year An' askin' for seconds to keep her from tearin' up Yeah, man, that's the good stuff He grabbed a carton of milk an' he poured a glass An' I smiled an' said, "I'll have some of that" We sat there an' talked as an hour passed Like old friends I saw a black an' white picture an' it caught my stare It was a pretty girl with bouffant hair He said, "That's my Bonnie Taken 'bout a year after we were wed" He said, "Spent five years in the bar" When the cancer took her from me But I've been sober three years now 'Cause the one thing stronger than the whiskey Was the sight of her holdin' my baby girl The way she adored that string of pearls I gave her the day that our youngest boy, Earl Married his high school love An' it's a new tee-shirt saying, 'I'm a Grandpa' Bein' right there as our time got small An' holdin' her hand, when the good Lord called her up Yeah, man, that's the good stuff He said, "When you get home, she'll start to cry" When she says, 'I'm sorry,' say, 'So am I An' look into those eyes, so deep in love An' drink it up 'Cause that's the good stuff That's the good stuff

Par, ley, par, ley I can't get enough of that funky stuff I can't get enough of that funky stuff I said, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah" I can't get enough of that funky stuff I can't get enough of that funky stuff I said, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah" Daa dii daa dii daa, daa dii daa dii daa Daa dii daa dii daa, daa dii daa dii daa Daa dii daa dii daa, daa dii daa dii daa Daa dii daa dii daa, daa dii daa dii daa I said, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah"