I should feel bad, got these red hands
Foolin' around with you, a secret attitude
Yeah I feel good, misunderstood
But I'm from Hollywood, no rules back in my hood

He was a bad married man
That wasn't part of the plan
But I bet she can't stand him anyway
Call me a hoe homewrecker
But I'm the only loser
In the middle of these
Mistakes they made

Woah, woah, woah, just you and me
Jacking off at the Holiday Inn
Woah, woah, woah, in New Orleans
Checking in with a pseudonym
No, it don't mean a thing
No, it don't mean a thing

Sweet pink champagne
Pop it, make rain
Tricklin' down my mouth
Suck it up and spit it back out
I feel no shame
Hotel sheets stained
We both got nothing to gain
But you got ball and chain

And when your phone is ringin'
You send me outside again
The shower's runnin', she heard that anyway
And when we both are done
We watch the television
Lace your boots, close the door
And get away

Woah, woah, woah, just you and me
Jacking off at the Holiday Inn
Woah, woah, woah, in New Orleans
Checking in with a pseudonym
No, it don't mean a thing
No, it don't mean a thing
No, it don't mean a thing
No, it don't mean a thing

We wear the slippers and robes
But we can't take them home
We get our rubbers and drinks
Out of vending machines

No, it don't mean a thing
Woah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah, just you and me
Jacking off at the Holiday Inn
Woah, woah, woah, in New Orleans
Checking in with a pseudonym
No, it don't mean a thing
No, it don't mean a thing
No, it don't mean a thing
No, it don't mean a thing
No, it don't mean a thing