Lyrics:

Title: She's Crafty
Artist: Beastie Boys
Artist: Beastie Boys

Album: Licensed To Ill

Title: She's Crafty


Well this girl came up to me - she says she's new in town

But the crew been said they seen her around

I thought they were right but I didn't wanna know

The girlie was Def and she wanted to go

I think her name is Lucy but they all call Loose

I think I thought I seen her on eighth and forty-deuce

The next think she said, 'My place or yours?

Let's kick some bass behind closed doors!'

We got into the cab - the cab driver said

He recognized my girlie from the back of her head

He said a little something about tip to base

So I made him stop the cab to get out of the place

I shouldn't have looked back man I'll always regret it

Something's going on and I'll probably never get it

She was crying like a baby - stupid dumb

It's just too bad that girl's a bum


(chorus) She's crafty - she's gets around

She's crafty - she's always down

She's crafty - she's got a gripe

She's crafty - and she's just my type

She's crafty


I spent my last dollar to by a Sabrett

When I seen this girl I could never forget

Now I like nothing better than a pretty girl smile

And I haven't seen a smile that pretty in a while

The girl came up to me she said she loved the show

Asked her to come home and she couldn't say, 'No!'

We got the crib - there's Adam and D.

We didn't say a word - they just stared at me

I said, 'I don't know her just met her tonight.'

And Adrock started hiding everything in sight

D. pulled me over said, 'Hid your gold,

The girl is crafty like ice is cold!'

The girl is crafty - she knows all the moves

I started playing records - she knew all the grooves

He thought she was a thief - and D. was right

But I just figured she'd spend the night

When I woke up late in the afternoon

She had taken all the things from inside his room

I found myself sleeping in the middle of the floor

She had taken the bed and the chest of drawers

The mirror, the TV, the guitar cord

My remote control and my old skateboard

She robbed us blind - she took all we owned

And the boys blamed me for bringing her home


She's crafty - she's gets around
She's crafty - she's always down

She's crafty - she's got a gripe

She's crafty - and she's just my type

She's crafty