I'm talking to my own reflection Boy, I ain't talkin' about you, I'm talking to my own reflection Mirror, mirror on the wall Think I'm in love, 'cause you so sexy Boy, I ain't talking 'bout you, I'm talking to my own reflection Ooh ooh ooh ooh It ain't

We ain't gon' last baby Yeah somethin' tells me Oh yeah, oh yeah Let's make it work Yo' intuition has been tellin' you Things that you never knew (never knew) Rubbing shoulders with bitches I used to put on pedestals But still I keep it professional

Shudlee boop boo woodlee diddlee ooh, zeen On the intercom, Rosie tell me to come She did have a son 'Cause she didn't have a daughter She said the lift doesn't work Run up the stairs and come And if you don't come quick You not gonna see your son And I

I will stand my ground where hope can be found You'll take all that is wrong and make it right (Right, so right) Your love is lifting me above all the lies Oh, O'Lord O'Lord I know You hear my cry No matter what I face this I know in time Make it right

Can you save my heavy dirty soul? Can you save Can you save my For me, for me, oh Gangsters don't cry Therefore, therefore I'm Mr. Misty-eye, therefore I'm Death inspires me like a dog inspires a rabbit Can you save my, save my

When it's dark, we can stay in the light I'm naked, you've taken away my disguise I keep changing colors to keep her from letting me go, go, go I'm deep underwater, I see that it's starting to show, show, oh I'm naked, the sky is the ceiling tonight I

Know you're wonderin' why I've been callin' Know we didn't end this so good But you know we had something so good Can we still be friends? (Oh-oh) Doesn't have to end Can we be friends? So I'm wondering, can we still be friends? (Oh-oh) And if it ends,

Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean Yes she got'em for sale, yeah I got a girl, say she long and tall Yes, she got'em for sale, yeah She sleeps in the kitchen with her

Calling Elvis, I'm here all alone Calling Elvis, is anybody home? Did he leave the building? Can he come to the phone? Well tell him I was calling just to wish him well Let me leave my number, heartbreak hotel Oh love me tender, baby don't be cruel

Oh let's ride out (You got everything that a nigga want) Only if you ready Tell them valet niggas go and get it Baby you got everything that a nigga want I just wanna put you on And I just wanna see you with them Vicky's on Better yet, with them off (Go