Yellow Sheila E.

[Verse: Sheila E. and Prince]
Every girl of culture's got a favorite car
The kind of car that makes a girl lose her cool
My daddy had a yellow Riviera Star
That he used to let me drive to school
All the boys would follow me after class
Never let 'em take me for a ride
I didn't want 'em thinkin' that I was fast
I mean, nearly every girl has got her pride
Every cheerleader in senior class
Really, really hated my yellow pants
Maybe it was the way they hugged my ass
But I was the one the fellas asked to dance
Zina is the sister that I have to raise
She's younger but her chest is bigger than mine
But my voice is deeper so I got it made
Real, live men hate girls that whine
Every man wants a dame with style
A saint by day and a sinner at night
I maybe talk dirty for a little while
If he buys my dinner, that's alright
Most boys think they're so c-cool
As far as she can see, most boys are jerks
Double time talkers with half-time jewels
You know that ain't the way Sheila E. works
I met a little pretty with yellow hair
Wanted my body and my car, too
I gave him everything 'cause I didn't care
Now, this little yellow girl is blue