Well, Well, Well

Well, well, well Look who's got some street cred
Too bad the street is dead
My clothes mismatch from my shirts to my slacks
But the only bad taste
I've got is in the opposite sex
You forget my hands and what they have felt
And what I can do with the one's
I've been dealt If the dye rinses out will you?
We'll see by the end of tonight If you think this might be about you
You're probably right I can't take you off I take you everywhere I can't take you off I take you out all night
Well welcome to my skin
Too bad my cleansing agent takes ten percent
They'll say I've got a way with words
When they come back for seconds and thirds
They'll say that one's got it
Well dressed and well applauded
They'll say I made it there without you
But first I've got some cleaning to do I can't take you off