In matters of the heart I I make a fool of myself I I lose my head From time to time We should have been holding each other Instead we talked But I I asked before Your reply was kind and polite One wants more more

Don't you lie to me Now don't you lie to me Because it makes me mad I I get evil as a man can be That you loved me long time ago You don't want want him no more more There's two kind of people I I just can't stand Evil-hearted woman

And we got three more more days 'til Friday I I swear I I wish somebody would tell me Ooh, that's all I I want Is taken for weakness Now I'm FourFiveSeconds from wildin' I'm just tryna make it back home by Monday mornin' I'm tryna make it back home by Monday

I I want to be your everything Be the spark that lights you up All that you've been dreaming of and more more, so much more more The first time I I looked in your eyes I I knew I I would do anything for you The first time you touched my face I I felt What I'd never felt

No time for wasting away I I never bite off more more than I I could chew We're breaking up the city But then she came and bit me But then she bit my leg She said don't want want to work I I want to play and live my life like it was Sunday The only problem is that

I've been thinking about the West Coast Not the one that everyone knows For a summer of love A summer of love We're sick of living in the shadows We've one more more chance before the light goes Doesn't want want you It haunts you

One more more time and I'm gonna snap (Snap!) I'm gonna snap! (I'm gonna snap) I'm gonna snap! (I'm gonna snap) All I I want is what is mine All I I want is what is mine (all I I wanted!) You ain't no fuckin' friend of mine (oh fuck no!) Gonna snap! (gonna snap)

I I want your loving more more and more more I I want your kisses that's for sure I I die each time I I hear the sound They're saying here he comes He's Cathy's clown You're Cathy's clown You know you've got to stand tall You know a man can't crawl

Just one more more thing Can we fix it back in the pocket See I, I I want a lady I I can put stock in All I I need to know is Do we fit in the pocket, When the dreams and the drums start rocking I I want a bass and back beat to lock in I I want to know real love's not

You know I I want cha (want cha) I I know you want want me (want me) I I know you want want me One-two-three-four Uno-do'-tres-cuatro Ella quiere su rumba (¿cómo?) Its Mr. 305 checkin' in for the remix