It's too late, she's gone. She's gone, yes she's gone. And I wonder does she know When she left me, it hurt me so. I need your love babe, please don't make me wait. Tell me it's not too late. It's too late, my baby's gone. Wish I had told her she was my

(You want a piece of me) I'm Mrs. Lifestyles of the rich and famous I'm Mrs. she's too big now she's too thin You want a piece of me? You want a piece of me I'm Mrs. Oh my God that Britney's shameless! Don't matter if I step on the scene Or sneak away to

Oh Abigail how could you do this to us? Burn baby burn You were a product of lust (Product of lust) And now this rope on my neck stopped all the blood to my head So, now Salem please save me (Salem please save me) She's a witch, she's a witch and I'm a

She's not me She's not me and she'll never be, never be, never be Eh, or is it none of my business? None of my business (oh, ah, oh, ah, eh) Is it none of my business? (oh, ah, oh, ah, eh) She doesn't love you like I do She doesn't have my name However

To love you, love you, love you Where'd you go off higher now, baby It's been so long You are my angel Come from way above to bring me love Her eyes, she's on the dark side Neutralize every man in sight To love you Come from way above

Hey, so what you wanna do? She's 'bout to go in She likes that low end Damn, her ass is so big Just keep it bumping Peaches and cream Uh oh, there she go, that's that look all on her face Shorty dancin' like she knows she's the baddest in the place Hey,

Are you telling me this is a sign? I'm not sure of what I see Cupid don't fuck with me! She's looking in my eyes, now I see no other guys Don't think about it, boy leave her alone Are you telling me this is a sign? (Oh!) She likes my tone, my cologne and

Slippin' and a slidin', peepin' and a hidin', been told long time ago, Oh, big conniver, nothing but a jiver, done got hip to your jive, Slippin' and a slidin', peepin' and a hidin', won't be your fool no more. Oh Malinda, she's a solid sender, you know

Ooh, she may be weary And young girls, they do get wearied Wearing that same old shaggy dress, yeah But when she gets weary Try a little tenderness, yeah, yeah You know she's waiting Just anticipating The thing that she'll never, never, never, never

But stand back John, that’s the size I wear She was round in the places she’s supposed to be round Now you can take the waitress or the blonde over there Stand back John, that’s the size I wear She was five foot two, about ninety-five pounds You can take