You don't care what I say, you were born with your sassy ways I guess I'll never understand, how in the world I could be your man You need to check your attitude, acting bratty and kinda rude Call you on the phone if I can't get through, I'll talk to the hand I'm a mellow dude, I don't need much Just a girl like you that can't be touched The things that you put me through, I got no chance And I can't hold back when you ride those pants And that cut off shirt hanging off your shoulders But I like that sass That's what I like I like that sass That's what I like Pointy boots, curly hair, head to toe with a Savoir fan Runaway model from Bryant Park, flirting on the couch with my best friend Mark Losing focus, I'm going blind, how could a woman be so fine Running in the walls looking for the light Lost in the darkness, I might act upset, but I'm not I wanna laugh it off, but I can't get caught Cause I learned if I give you an inch, then you'll take a yard And if I talk back, then you'll sass me hard Cause I'm not holding any cards And I like that sass That's what I like I like that sass That's what I like She blows hot like a desert wind That signal storms are closing in And I don't care if I get shot down I hope I crash straight into the ground I got no game, I'm just a sad faced clown I like that sass I like that sass I like that sass I like that sass I like that sass I like that sass I like that sass