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Hello?Hey, is she home yet? |
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No, she's not home yet |
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All right, thanks |
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Try to get you on the phone |
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But your mother says you're gone |
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And you ain't coming home |
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Girl, I'm sleeping alone |
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Try to get you on the line |
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And ask you to be mine |
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But you're so hard to find |
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Girl, I'm sleeping alone |
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Baby girl, she makes the good motion |
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Make no mistake, she's deep as the ocean |
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Jake never sleeps in the heart of the city |
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And God'll never make another woman this pretty |
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And I can never guess why she even messed wit' me |
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Word to P. |
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Diddy, I treated her shitty |
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I'm sick of cliches like opposites attract |
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When they drop the drum track, screaming, "Baby, come back" |
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Reality bites like pit bull fights |
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I jump outta bed and throw on my lights |
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Your clothes are all gone and you ain't there |
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Your makeup drawer is empty |
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I found an old picture of you washing your hair |
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And now we ain't even friendly |
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Try to get you on the phone |
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But your mother says you're gone |
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And you ain't coming home |
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Girl, I'm sleeping alone |
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Try to get you on the line |
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And beg you to be mine |
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But you're so hard to find |
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Girl, I'm sleeping alone |
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Ain't too many kids that bang like this shorty |
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She'll sip champagne, she'll come drink a forty |
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Got a smell that entice, dress kinda sporty |
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In public she's nice, in private she's naughty |
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I had every man's dream in the palm of my hand |
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And ****ed it all up like the |
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TalibanShe left town with my ring and wrecked all our plans |
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And I don't even care about the fifty grand |
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Man, to hell with the cash 'cause that ain't the point |
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We used to sit around and laugh after smokin' the joint |
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We used to watch |
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TV and eat chicken wings |
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We had tickle fights, we did the wild things |
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Now I'm all alone up in my room |
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This house is feelin' empty |
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We used to talk about being bride and groom |
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And now we ain't even friendly |
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Try to get you on the phone |
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But your mother says you're gone |
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And you ain't coming home |
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Girl, I'm sleeping alone |
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Try to get you on the line |
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And beg you to be mine |
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But you're so hard to find |
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Girl, I'm sleeping alone |
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I'm sorry, |
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I'm sorry, |
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I'm sorryI'm sorry, |
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I'm sorry, |
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I'm sorry, sorry |
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I'm sorry, sorry, |
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I'm sorry, sorry |
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Me corazon ain't comin' home |
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The sweetest thing |
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I've ever known |
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Turned off her phone, left me alone |
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With pain that cuts down to the bone |
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It can't be fixed, scars don't heal |
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None of these chicks out here is real |
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Some of these chicks got sex appeal |
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But their souls all come up empty |
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Put me in the mix, girl, what's the deal? |
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All I'm trying to be is friendly |
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Try to get you on the phone |
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But your mother says you're gone |
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And you ain't coming home |
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Girl, I'm sleeping alone |
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Try to get you on the line |
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And beg you to be mine |
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But you're so hard to find |
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Girl, I'm sleeping alone |
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I'm sorry, |
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I'm sorry, |
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I'm sorryI'm sorry, |
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I'm sorry, |
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I'm sorry, sorry |
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I'm sorry, sorry, |
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I'm sorry, sorry |
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I'm sorry, |
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I'm sorry, |
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I'm sorryI'm sorry, |
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I'm sorry, |
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I'm sorry, sorry |
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I'm sorry, sorry, |
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I'm sorry, sorry |
