Three Birds Lyrics

a cute chick, a pretty woman and a fine lady
so what’s the difference?

a cute chick is the kind you date in college
cutting classes often to drop your own knowledge
she has a funny laugh like no other undergrad
good at math and doesn’t mind hiking on a muddy path
not a fuddy-duddy but a study-buddy
down with everybody even if you don’t have any money
she listens to same bands, stays away from spray tans
and she loves the way you dance lame in the rave pants
she likes to wear your sweatshirt, lets you protect her
when a jerk tries to step and flirt, somebody’s gettin’ hurt
talking till the breakadawn, any topic, take it on
always looking fresh ‘cuz she got hardly any makeup on
it may not be showing but inside you’re knowing
that you don’t see a future where this is going
she doesn’t see it coming when you leave her lovin’
and set your sights out to stun a pretty woman

a cute chick, a pretty woman and a fine lady
so what’s the difference?

a pretty woman you might find on the subway
or reading a book in the park on a Sunday
she has the nicest smile, she likes to bike for miles
and when she’s feeling good about her life she writes it down
she makes you wanna call her cuz she’s never bringing drama
not a hoochie-mama cuz she makes her own dollars
she got her own tastes, appreciates the slow pace
living in the moment, cuz she knows that life is no race
She likes to wear a sundress unless it’s kinda chilly
in the city then she’ll sport a scarf’s that really frilly
talk about her life dreams while you’re eating ice cream
joking in the cab, about to hit the night scene
though the fight’s are minimal, agreeing in the principle
you come to find you want someone less predictable
for a week, she’ll cry daily when you say bye baby
dressin’ to impress cuz you’re out to meet a fine lady

a cute chick, a pretty woman and a fine lady
so what’s the difference?

a fine lady is the center of attention
when you spot her in the club, there’s no need to mention
that she got a banging body, question if she does pilates
try to muster all your swagger, treat her like she was no hottie
not a wannabe so real is what you gotta be
if you wanna scheme, you better go and plot a robbery
she cultivates her image, stays on point through scrimmage
she gotta put in work to keep the pace or else she’s finished
she likes to wear the nice stuff but gone before the night’s up
when they turn the lights up to break the fights up
talk about her last trip, how she likes a fast whip
about the new diet she tried, how long it lasted
but you start to get to buggin’ ’bout the guys she’s always huggin’
makes you want to dish out something stronger than mean muggin’
on the day that you trip, the lady cuts you loose quick
soon you’re home alone reminiscing ’bout that cute chick

a cute chick, a pretty woman and a fine lady
and that’s the difference!