I got plans tonight And you, you know what I like And you're approaching me right But I gotta make sure it's right for me But you gotta work that thing right for me So take the stage just show me what you got Feeling lucky let me touch your spot Might be

Yeah, more than you know I just need to get it off my chest You should know that baby you're the best 'Cause it ain't over, until she sings I saw it coming, from miles away I better speak up if I got something to say You had your reasons, you had a few

Every time you scream at me I wanna kiss you I wanna touch you When we get to arguing Just gotta kiss you Baby, I don't know why it's like that But you're just so damn sexy Could it be the little wrinkle over your nose When you make your angry face

I just keep on wishin' that the money made you stay You ain't never cared about that bullshit anyway You know I would throw it all away All this stuntin' couldn't satisfy my soul Got a hundred big faces, but I'm still alone Ayy, I would throw it all away

I know it's kinda weird, I'm just askin' Wassup, in your world? I got a brand new man and a brand new place Glad you called, thought you coulda had that space I'm alright, and Imma play it cool I can't cook, but I made a plate for you You wanted

Good night, was just a little word you liked Somewhere somebody that you burn Was talk to happy in the line But love, you know you never got it right I don't know why you say good night You only mean to say goodbye And I know, you could have show your

Too much, three much Four much, five much, too much for you I'm too much of a woman Too much of a bad ass bitch Too much of a boss, baby, it's your loss Now you gotta live with it Baby, baby, baby You know I'm more than just a girl That you can meet

Sober, sober Will I want you when I'm sober? Will I want you when it's over? Will you want me when you're sober? Will you want me when it's over? Don't know if it's the Hennessy That's got you in your honesty Oh, I just hope you still mean what you say

You might hear it on the radio. Baby you never know, But it's gonna be just about you and me, How much I miss you. You're the one that got away. You're gonna hear your song someday. And then I'll write you a song. Girl, I'm gonna warn ya, I'm leaving

Cold wind blowing over your private parts I know a lack you've got and it makes a strong case for art billboard breasts, they Don't have a face, I know that fact you've got, no girl could ever trace lionized, smoking just a little too violently I know