Don't leave me now Ooooh, babe Don't say it's the end of the road Remember the flowers I sent I need you, babe To put through the shredder In front of my friends How could you go?

Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Aaah aaah aaah aaah Lord, I miss you child I've been sleeping all alone Lord I miss you Oooh oooh oooh I've been holding out so long I've been hanging on the phone

Oooh, I wish you well. Wish I could hideaway Howdy, friend, beggin' your pardon, Is there somethin' on your mind? You've gone and sold all your belongings, Is that something in your eye? Well, I know you really never Liked the way it all goes down; Go

I've got the best you've ever seen I don't need no one to hose me down And I'm a heatseeker (Oooh, we're gettin' ready

I've got the best you've ever seen I don't need no one to hose me down And I'm a heatseeker (Oooh, we're gettin' ready

Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'till you get sore Smack that, oh-oooh Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo Maybe go to my place and just kick it like Tae Bo And possibly bend you over Look back and watch me

If mi cyan get a fuck, that mean mi nah give a fuck No way, noooo 'Cause if yuh never did a hitch with di thing, you wouldn’t bruck no day, baby If mi cyan get a fuck, mi nah give a fuck No way, ooh yeah Because that "friend zone" thing deh, a nuh me

If you need a little tenderness If you want a little something sweet You just come to me If you're hungry for some love at night I'll fix you up just right There's a tender place just down the way Where you can stay and I'm singin' Ooohh yeah yeah yeah

It's great to be here in your arms It's great to be here, oooh So glad, so glad, so glad To be back in your arms Thank you, baby, thank you, baby Back where I belong Oh, I went out to do my thing And I was totally rejected I put you down for love unknown

They're gonna believe This is a story of a male female threat to society His story over mine His story (yeahee, yeahee, yeahee) Hist story (ow) Why you wanna go and tell a lie on me? (yeahee, yeah, oooh) His story over mine his story will be his story