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Seven o'clock in the morning |
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And the rays from the sun wakes me |
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I'm stretchin' and yawnin' |
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In a bed that don't belong to me |
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And a voice yells, 'Good morning, darlin', from the bathroom |
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Then she comes out and kisses me |
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And to my surprise, she ain't you |
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Now I've got this dumb look on my face |
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Like, what have I done? |
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How could I be so stupid to be have laid here til the morning sun? |
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Must of lost the track of time |
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Oh, what was on my mind? |
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From the club, went to her home |
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Didn't plan to stay that long |
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Here I am, quickly tryin' to put on my clothes |
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Searching for my car keys |
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Tryin' to get on up out the door |
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Then she streched her hands in front of it |
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Said, 'You can't go this way' |
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Looked at her, like she was crazy |
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Said, 'Woman move out my way' |
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Said, 'I got a wife at home' |
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She said, 'Please don't go out there' |
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'Lady, I've got to get home' |
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She said, her husband was comin' up the stairs |
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'Shh, shh, quiet |
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Hurry up and get in the closet' |
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She said, 'Don't you make a sound |
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Or some shit is going down' |
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I said, 'Why don't I just go out the window?' |
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'Yes, except for one thing, we on the 5th floor' |
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'Shit,Think,Shit, think,Shit, quick, put me in the closet' |
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And now I'm in this dark ass closet, tryin' to figure out |
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Just how I'm gonna get my crazy ass up out this house |
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Then he walks in and yells, 'I'm home' |
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She says, 'Honey, I'm in the room' |
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He walks in there with a smile on his face |
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Sayin', 'Honey, I've been missin' you' |
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She hops all over him |
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And says, 'I've cooked and ran your bath water' |
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I'm tellin' you now, this girl's so good that she deserves an Oscar |
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Throws her in the bed |
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And start to snatchin' her clothes off |
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I'm in the closet, like man, what the fuck is going on? |
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You're not gonna believe it |
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But things get deeper as the story goes on |
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Next thing you know, a call comes through on my cell phone |
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I tried my best to quickly put it on vibrate |
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But from the way he act, I could tell it was too late |
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He hopped up and said, 'There's a mystery going on |
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And I'm gonna solve it' |
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And I'm like, 'God please, don't let this man open this closet' |
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He walks in the bathroom |
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And looks behind the door |
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She says, 'Baby, come back to bed' |
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He says, 'Bitch, say no more' |
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He pulls back the shower curtain |
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While she's biting her nails |
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Then he walks back to the room |
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Right now, I'm sweating like hell |
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Checks under the bed |
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Then under the dresser |
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He looks at the closet |
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I pull out my Baretta |
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He walks up to the closet |
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He comes up to the closet |
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Now he's at the closet |
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Now he's opening the closet... |
