"Why She Gotta Be Like That" lyrics

Got a party at eight, it's 7:53
Keys in my hands, somewhere to be
And she comes strollin' down the stairs
She got that up-to-somethin' look on her face
Looks like we gon' be fashionably late
But she don't seem to care, so

I set down my whiskey, let her kiss me
She leans her back against the wall
When we walk in and it's past ten
I'ma tell 'em it's her fault

Tell me why she gotta wear them jeans
Hair down and a white tank top
Tell me why she gotta be so mean
Lookin' so good, I can't stop
My hands from touchin' her body
You know I love it, but I got to ask
Tell me why, tell me why
Tell me why she gotta be like that

Mm, ah
Su mirada es algo irresistible
Y sus labios son inconfundibles
Nunca pude olvidarlo lo que siento
Ya lo sabes, soy muy predecible
Siempre me he sentido así
Desde que la conocí
Me tiene loca la cabeza
Y tienen la culpa, por Dios, por tanta belleza

Cuando la vi pasar, me enloquecí
Con su boquita de caramelo
Ella sabe que me tiene así
Y si me mira, yo toco el cielo
No tiene quien la iguale
Lo que yo siento, quiero que no pare
Dime ya, dime ya
Dime why she gotta be like that

I set down my whiskey, let her kiss me
She leans her back against the wall
When we walk in and it's past ten
I'ma tell 'em it's her fault

Tell me why she gotta wear them jeans
Con su boquita de caramelo
Tell me why she gotta be so mean (Why she gotta be so mean)
Y si me mira, yo toco el cielo (I can't stop)
My hands from touchin' her body
Lo que yo siento, quiero que no pare
Tell me why, tell me why
Tell me why she gotta be like that

Woah, why she gotta be like that
Woah, why she gotta be like that

Tell me why, tell me why
Dime, dime, dime tu por qué
Tell me why, tell me why