Poor me this, poor me that Why do I keep looking back? It's not white, it’s not black Grey's the color that I see To love her Still can't believe he'd leave me Pour me another Found it in his closet

Because there's something about you baby That makes me want to give it to you She wants to give it (She wants to give it, she wants to give it) She wants to give it, oh she want's to give it Just promise me, whatever we say Keep it in the closet She