Where is my shit?ohyou know it
She's making love for breakfastin 
VeniceIn the little white house with rent control
She's gotTurquoise tiles on the counter in the kitchenshe cooks she listens to 
Nina Simoneand all the hipsters on the east sidethey think they're too cool for schoolbut they don't know
She's the queen of the west sideand she rocks me to my soulshe rocks me to my soul
She's sunbathing in her bare skin
I'm jealous of the light shining on her back"Where is my shit?"
Well, I'm walking down 
Montana and 
I'm singing 
I'm in heaven
Hoping that she asks me to come back
All the know it alls on the 
NorthsideThey think they know
They dont know
What I know
She's the 
Queen of the 
Westsideyes she isshe rocks me to my soulshe rocks me to my soulshe rocks me to my soul