I don't wanna play the field I don't wanna play the field (no more, no more) I'll never take your love for granted Baby you mean that much to me And every time i look in your eyes Baby, I see in you, is what makes me complete

Ooh la la la ooh la la la dance Ooh la la la dancing I was lost in France I was lost in France in love And I looked round for a telephone To say 'baby I won't be home' In the fields the birds were singing And the day was just beginning As I stood there

Shake your moneymaker Got to shake your moneymaker Well, I got a girl, she lives upon the hill Oh, go on baby, go on back to school Sometimes she won't, sometimes I think she will Oh, I love you baby, tell you the reason why I love you baby, tell you the

Don't try and fuck with my head Don't try and make me feel a fool Give me the ground to stand on Play with me in the grass field I used to love Struggle when I'm gone, that's all you deserve

I gambled on your love baby and got a losing hand While I was playing fair baby you played a cheating game I thought I'd be your king baby, yes and you could be my queen The way you did me pretty baby I declare I never understand Your ways keep changing

Feels like my life is ready to blow Me and my love we'll take it slow I hope she knows that I'll love her long I just don't know where the hell I belong She remembers my name How optimism led me astray Two hundred things I took the wrong way But I saw

What a lonesome feeling When you buy yourself That's what I have today I've got to find my baby If it takes all night and day Blues with a feeling Blues with a feeling Yes the one that loved me Has gone off with someone else

I live on a battlefield My new home is a shell-hole filled With tears and muddy water And bits of broken heart All around, there is desolation Scenes of devastation Of a love been torn apart I live on a battlefield, hey Surrounding by the ruins of a love

We are young, heartache to heartache we stand No promises, no demand Both of us knowing, love is a battlefield I did my own thing, created my own lane I may not like the players, but I love the game I love the hustle and that's real And that's why love

You like it, I love it Complexion (two-step) Complexion don't mean a thing (it's a Zulu love) It all feels the same (it's a Zulu love) Sneak me through the back window, I’m a good field nigga I made a flower for you outta cotton just to chill with you