Bubba’s Girl

You're not a kid, Monica, you're not a kid, Monica

[Verse 1]
When reporters ask me...
"What can your future be, now that you're not a kid, Monica?"
I smile, touch my beret, and tell 'em there's just one thing that I'm famous for

[Chorus]
I'm glad that I was Bubba's girl, I'm glad that I was Bubba's girl
That's the most important thing 'bout me
And since I was Bubba's girl, you know, I was Bubba's girl
Though unfaithful I'm thankful he chose me

[Verse 2]
Those nights I sat at home
Our hot talks on the phone
All because his wife is such a pain
You're just two lips, Monica
There's nothing like a hug on the Oval Office rug in a pretty blue dress with one little stain!

[Chorus]
I'm glad that I was Bubba's girl, I'm glad that I was Bubba's girl
That's the most important thing 'bout me
And since I was Bubba's girl, you know, I was Bubba's girl
Though unfaithful I'm thankful he chose me