I can't love you A secret's safe behind a pretty smile What might you do? To find out why Wait a minute, I don't want you to know Is the only way that I might grow And it's mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine

That's why I need a touch That's why I need a touch (yeah) Must be an addiction I guess I want too much (too much) I just want love and lust You just can't love me back (yeah) Found good, but now I feel bad Like I know I can't take it back No, there's

You'll always know The reason why We could have had the moon and the sky The reason why this love, reason why this love Ain't gon' let you go (Ain't gon' let you go) Ain't gon' let you go I was the one I who could, pull in all the stars above Lay them on

Show me what you doin' I want the lights turned on Have them lights turned on Show me what you do to me, me Show me how you do it I don't wanna lose Small chick with a fat ass Did I say that out loud, let me backtrack I know my game ain't that bad

And every time I close my eyes And you've got me too (You've got me too) And every time I think of it, I pinch myself 'cause Girl, it's been a long, long time comin' yes it has But I, I know that it's been worth the wait yeah It feels like springtime in

This time it's my way, ah, my way This is not a love song This is not a sing along But ladies, are you with me? I know that you're with me Add a little sugar, they say Be a little sweeter, they say Gotta give and take, but I say Be a little proper, they

Must I get a witness? for all this misery There's no need to, brothers everybody can see That its one more time in the ghetto you know One more time if you please now One more time to the dying man They say one more time if you please The old lady kicks

You know what, you know what, you know what, you know what Made it off the block, I could never stop Great collectives You know what we're 'bout, and we stay protected Ringing off that mat and it's straight connected Think that it's just rap, got your

Play by the rules You're gonna miss all the fun He was a melon stealin' A do-it-anywayin' Playin' hooky from school A water tower poet class of '73 He'd say by God you better know it if you're runnin' with me

That's money, honey When I'm your lover and your mistress When you touch me it's so delicious Baby, when you tear me to pieces When you give me k-kisses That's M O N E Y, so sexy, I It's good to live expensive you know it But my knees get weak, intensive