I've got new rules, I count 'em I've gotta tell them to myself You ain't getting over him One, don't pick up the phone You know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone Two, don't let him in Three, don't be his friend You know you're gonna wake up

Fuck what they heard, tell 'em, mind they business If you want it, baby, I'll go and get it Treat it like a pony, the way you ride that shit Know you love a nigga, you ain't gotta hide that shit Get in that pussy and I'm never leavin' with it You a real

You're holy, holy, holy, holy I'm high on loving you, high on loving you You're an angel, tell me you're never leaving 'Cause you're the first thing I know I can believe in When the sun had left and the winter came And the sky fall could only bring the

We'll fight 'til we fall Swashbucklers 'til we die To the end of time we will sail the seas With cutlasses in hand We'll terrorize the land Though the hands of fate may strike us down Gather round and listen As I tell you now this tale The grim legacy of

I know, I know, I know, I know I know what you did last summer (ah-ah) I know what you did last summer Tell me where you've been Tell me where you've been lately Just lied to me, "there's no other" (he-ey) Look me in the eyes, my lover (he-ey) I know, I

They way you look should be a sin, you my sensation I love it though Uh put your hands to the constellations I know I'm preaching to the congregation We love Jesus but you done learned a lot from Satan I mean a nigga did a lot of waiting We ain't married

Tell me why, haven't I heard from you I said now darlin', honey, what is your excuse Why haven't I heard from you So tell me why, haven't I, heard from you Tell me why, haven't I, heard from you Well back in 1876 an ol' boy named Bell Invented a

You know I'm bad, I'm bad come on, you know Because I'm bad, I'm bad come on And the whole world has to Answer right now Just to tell you once again Gonna tell you right I'm telling you

(Girl you know you fine) Including this fella 'Cause you're a diamond and I dig your shine But I don't gotta tell you that You know you look good So I don't gotta tell you that (no) (Hold up, Ne-Yo, ya) The way you switch

Well, well, well my Michelle My my my Michele Well, well, well you just can't tell Well, well, well you never can tell Someday you'll find someone Your daddy works in porno Now that mommy's not around She used to love her heroin But now she's underground