Personal thing. It’s a personal thing.
My sisters in the bathroom
I guess taking a shower
Now I’m really late for work
Man, It’s been over an hour
So I’m yelling through the door
Saying “What’s taking so long?”
When she finally comes out
She looks at me like I said something wrong!
It’s a personal thing. It’s a personal thing
Don’t let go
Do you know what I mean about this
My brother’s in his room
Yea, he’s got his door locked
His radio’s way loud
So ma, she starts to knock
When he comes to the door
She says, “Whatcha doin’ there?”
He says, “Mom, I couldn’t tell ya
Well, I just couldn’t dare.”
It’s a personal thing, personal
It’s a personal thing, don’t let go
Do ya know what I mean about this
People always staring wherever I go
I wonder what they’re thinking
Man, I’d sure like to know
Is it something I did? Or I don’t belong?
You can thank my parents
For writing this song. Let’s go!
Ahh, it’s a personal thing, yeah, I get it
I don’t mean to rush you
Just take your time
It’s all mine. It’s all mine
Personal thing, personal thing
It’s a personal thing
Do ya know what I mean about this
It’s a personal thing, personal
It’s a personal thing, don’t let go
Do ya know what I mean about this
People always staring wherever I go
I wonder what they’re thinking
Man, I’d sure like to know
Is it soamething I did? Or I don’t belong?
You can thank my parents
For writing this song. Let’s go!
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“The craziness of growing up in a house with a thousand brothers and sisters. It took an hour just to use the bathroom”
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