Velma From Selma

You used to be my lover
We did it under cover
Now, it’s all out in the open
You went and told your brother
Your brother told your mother
Your mother told your father
Your father beat the shit outta me
Your father, he told me
He never wants to see me
Hangin' around anymore
He said if he found me
He’d take me up and ground me
And make enchiladas out of me
Velma from Selma
Won’t you please tell me what to do
You wanna be my lover
We got some ground to cover
'Cause I sure don’t wanna be no enchilada
Velma from Selma
Won’t you please tell me what to do
You wanna be my lover
We got some ground to cover
'Cause I sure don’t wanna be no enchilada