I ain’t no holler back girl
Joe called – he had left a few messages while I was in St Maarten – wondering why he hasn’t heard from me – uh my grass isn’t growing cuz it’s winter, was the message I thought about leaving him. But then his last message was he just wanted me to call to say hi and could I just holler back. So I called back and said, hey I ain’t no holler back girl, ain’t no holler back girl – since I doubt he listens to Gwen Stefani as he likes that cool, suave R&B (that’s where my radio is tuned everytime he takes Blue to the dump) it was probably lost on him. But whatyougonnado?