It's "Wifey" part three My Gucci says, "Blind for love," I can't see, yeah My girl, you can't be But I wanna see you up and out of them jeans, yeah If you're blowin' up my phone, I'll leave you on "Read," yeah I'm done with them fiends (Uh) I'm a

Lose yourself and the ones you love Throwing stones at the bones. setting fire to homes Throwing stones at the bones, don't end up alone Terrified, at the thought of losing myself again years of doubt and hate have led me to flee to your gaze I'm

Stronger than me I've forgotten all of young love's joy Feel like a lady, but you my lady boy You should be stronger than me You been here 7 years longer than me Don't you know you supposed to be the man, I pale in comparison to who you think I am, You

There you go My goodbye girl Wrecking my whole world, one more hello Goodbye girl Yeah, I know that color on your lips too well I saw you blowing kisses down the wishing well again When I say I love you, just just say "I know." You put your arms around

Sing for me Welcoming you to my harem A song of life's visage A tune of love's mirage I hold your Eastern promise Close to my heart Burning sands Winds of desire Mirrored oasis

Tonight's the night It's gonna be alright 'Cause I love you girl Ain't nobody gonna stop us now Stay away from my window Stay away from my back door too Disconnect the telephone line Relax baby and draw that blind Kick off your shoes and sit right down

Because the world is round it turns me on Because the world is round, ah Because the wind is high it blows my mind Because the wind is high, ah Love is old, love is new Love is all, love is you Because the sky is blue, it makes me cry Because the sky is

Sleepy time, and I lie With my love by my side And she's breathing low A cloud of eiderdown Draws around me Softening a sound And the candle dies When night comes down You lock the door

You better go now You better go, because I like you much, too much There's the moon above And it gives my heart a lot of swing In your eyes there's love And the way I feel it must be Spring I want you so now You have the lips I love to touch Because I

Nobody stands in between me and my man It's me and Mr. Jones (me and Mr. Jones) What kind of fuckery is this? You made me miss the Slick Rick gig (oh, Slick Rick) And thought I didn't love you when I did (when I did) Can't believe you played me out like