I was walking round in Paris Near the (inaudible) Zanzibar Said the woman at the front door "Do you know the place you are? This place is from the fancy I don't think you fit the scene You're just an American Black boy I'm a French African Queen" And she

Are you smelling that shit? The only thing that's ever stopping me is me, hey Then know that my life was just a killer dream, yeah Eau de résistance Some princes don't become kings You only get what you grieve I testify if I die in my sleep Even at the

Fuckboy, don't test me Fuckboy, don't test, boy, don't test Boy, don't test, boy, don't test Boy, don't test, boy, don't test, boy, don't Ayy, yeah, ayy I'll put one in that chamber, lay you in the face of God Know to be-face the fake fuck, aight Fuck is

Boy don't try to front, uh, I Know just, just, what you are, ah, ah You, you, you are Womanizer, woman-womanizer You're a womanizer Oh, womanizer, oh You're a womanizer, baby Womanizer, womanizer

I ain't goin' out that door Ain't but one way out Raise your window If you raise your window I can ease out soft and low If I get away this time I won't be caught no more 'Cause the man out there might Be your man, I don't know Your neighbors gonna be

Smokin' in the boys' room 'Cause everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school Man, teacher don't you fill me up with your rules I tell you, I was smokin' in the boys' room Whoo, did you ever seem to have one of those days When everyone's on your

I'm back in the USSR Back in the USSR You don't know how lucky you are, boy Back in the US Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out They leave the west behind And Moscow girls make me sing and shout That Georgia's always on my my my my my my my my my

Good morning little school girl Sometime I don't know what I'm gonna buy me a airplane Now who's that coming, yonder? Can I go home with Can I go home with you? Tell your mother and your father I once was a schoolboy too Woman, what in this world to

Small talk, small talk Don't let them cry It's the way you sound The reason that you know yeah It's the way you get down I can tell you really are it Small talk how you doing there Small talk how you doing boy Small talk whatcha doing there

There goes the alarm Now he gotta getcha And there goes the alarm ringing in my head Like somebody said, "don't you trust him, no" Texting from his ex, what did you expect? Now you're lying here knowing where he goes Karma is a bitch, yeah Same way that