(Chicka) No! Ladies in the club like Whoa! (Whoa) Turn a nigga down like Oh! (no!) We open up they mind like yo (yo) Cause, you can't touch me T-M-Royce 5

Standing by peaceful waters Whoa wah oh wha oh We were standing Many years ago along the Illinois-Wisconsin border There was this Indian tribe They found two babies in the woods, white babies One of them was named Elizabeth She was the fairer of the two

Everybody got their own demons Everybody fightin' their own war I can be an angel sometimes, I can be real fucked up I miss you only sometimes, I give you real tough love 'Cause I'm a devil with a halo, whoa-oh-oh Ever seen a devil with a halo? Ever seen

(Yeah, I'm free, yeah, I'm free, yeah) But, whoa, at least I am free, oh, oh, I am free See, whoa, c’est la vie Maybe something’s wrong with me I don’t do yoga, never tried Pilates Not many people want me at their parties Tryna find my place, some place,

Whoa, well I never meant to brag But I've gotten what I wanted now Whoa, it was never my intention to brag To steal it all away from you now But God does it feel so good 'Cause I got him where I want him now And if you could then you know you would

Whoa, whoa, whoa yeah. Is there a place I can go? Is there a way to get me there? If I've forgotten what to say It's because all words are dust. If this is really what you think, How come you won't look me in the eye? All this crying in your sleep As I

Baby, thinking of you keeps me up all night You drive me crazy, I just can't sleep I'm so excited, I'm in too deep Whoa oh oh, crazy, but it feels alright Baby, I'm so into you You got that something, what can I do? Baby, you spin me around, oh

Car wash yeah At the car wash (Car wash, yeah) (Work and work) And the boss don't mind sometimes if you act a fool Whoa whoa whoa whoa

Oh-oh-oh-oh Does he know you can move it like that? Whoa-oh-oh-oh Does he know you're out and I want you so bad Tonight you're mine, baby Does he know that you'll never go back? Does he know? Inside and out, baby, head to toe Your secret tattoo, the way

Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown