I know it's kinda weird, I'm just askin' Wassup, in your world? I got a brand new man and a brand new place Glad you called, thought you coulda had that space I'm alright, and Imma play it cool I can't cook, but I made a plate for you You wanted

How to hate a bitch That owe you everything At least a wedding ring Moving on to better things So don't you call me talking 'bout them other fools I'm not good enough for you I thought that we was cool If you need a shoulder to cry on, girl I won't

One of those things If we'd thought a bit about the end of it As we started painting the town We'd have been aware that our love affair Was too hot not to cool down It was great fun But it was just one of those things I'm sorry to say that I didn't know