Crimson and clover, honey It's me, your little Venice bitch If you weren't mine, I'd be Jealous of your love Over and over, honey On the stoop with the neighborhood kids Signin' off, bang bang, kiss kiss OhOh God, miss you on my lips Callin' out, bang

We both know we ain't kids no more We've gotta let go of all of our ghosts Send my love to your new lover Treat her better I'm giving you up I've forgiven it all You set me free, oh If you're ready, if you're ready If you're ready, if you're ready (Send

I love ya mama, I love ya mama, I love ya mama No stress, no drama, her kids hatin, they know I fucked their mama Ok, I love me some of yo mama, (oh) true that (true that) Don't call me daddy, only she can do that Ok, me and yo mama be fuckin, boy you

Just like driving on an open highway Never knowing what we're gonna find Just like two kids, baby, always trying to live it up What we got is Whoa, yeah, that's our kind of love That's right, oh that's right OhOh, that's our kind of love You wear your

We were kids in love Kids in love (oh) Kids in love And then we grew up But won't you hold me close tonight Like we're kids in love? This is our last goodbye Don't come and find me So hard to see you cry