This is a story about a One and Only mother,    There never was before, and there'll never be another,    Heck-a motor scooter… so fine U wanna shoot her,    Dressed like butter, hold a Cup-a Glass Cutter       Glass Cutter       Ohhh… yeah!       This is a jam about a purple fantasy    Every man knows this how it's supposed to be    So sharp, make a brother heart go flutter    Dress holding on to a Cup-a Glass Cutter       Mmm…Glass Cutter       Oww    Oww       It's about as hard as Arabian math    Water drops dripping when you taking a bath    the towel unravel and it looks like gravel    all a brother can do is just laugh… (ugh!)       But under his breath, he gonna mutter,    But under his breath, he gonna mutter,    But under his breath, he gonna mutter…    Baby, got a Cup-a Glass Cutter.       (Clapping)       This about a mother got a brother sprung,    I looked up the word heaven… saw a picture of her tongue,    If she was a song, she'd be sung.       Sit around and I'll be a singer, so I can bring her -    parmesan, cheddar, cheese... please.    U better believe she gets what she wants,    'cause I want just what she got.       I'm a new car, and she's a lot… a whole lot o' woman!       (clapping)       Girl got a case of 2 Fine    She got it bad… and that's good.    I'm gonna tell her 2 her face… (gonna tell her 2 her face)    'cause another brother would…    when a mother make a brother heart go flutter.       Dressed like butter,    Cup-a Glass cutter    Dressed like butter,    Cup-a Glass cutter       U make my heart go flutter,    Cup-a Glass Cutter    U make my heart go flutter...    Glass Cutter.