(Hello, tuck you in every night on the phone) Girl I'll be thinking about you worldwide, worldwide, worldwide Paris, London, Tokyo There's just one thing that I gotta do And I can hardly take another goodbye Babe, it won't be long You're the one that I'm

I just want you to be normal Why can't you bitches be normal? Always gotta be so extra Why can't you be normal? Yo, how do I keep (I don't know what's up with these hoes, man) Getting in relationships like this? (I'm just sayin') Maybe it says something

I'm already gone What you see's not what you get You know you did it To find someone to live for in this world There's no light at the end of the tunnel tonight Just a bridge that I gotta burn You are wrong If you think you can walk right through my door

What am I to do with my life? (You will find it out don't worry) How am I supposed to know what's right? (You just got to do it your way) I can't help the way I feel But my life has been so overprotected There must be another way Cause I believe in

You just you just foolin' around with me You're so beautiful you just lay it on me Foxy lady you really are the greatest show in town You want to play You wanna eat your cake and have it your way You got it easy and you don't give a damn Foolin' around

Spell the rest for me The perfect rhythm for the melody We just need one more letter, come on, come on now Well I must be sipping on something tonight Honestly, you got me out of my mind, my mind You've got me talking about L.O.V I know that you could be

Now you're just somebody that I used to know But you didn't have to cut me off Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing And I don't even need your love But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough No you didn't have to stoop

That's why God made Mexico And that's why God made Mexico A place where we can lay low Margie said Roy you ain't listening to me And I got a whole lot more to say Roy just crossed the floor and picked up his car keys She ain't seen nor heard from him to

Just to show them to your bitches, bitches So you can make 'em jealous You stay taking pictures, pictures Now I know where your head is Just so you can make 'em jealous So now I gotta dead this Man you stay taking those pictures, pictures Pretty soon

When you do the things you do Damn, girl, you're so fine I gotta put it down I said there's something 'bout the way you do the things you do It's got me oh, oh, oh I guess I gotta put it down tonight