| Uhh, my mind’s as lost as yours
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| I rack my brain but still no thoughts emerge
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| Never seen no ass as large as yours
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| How much that cost? | 
| That’s what I call a Roethlissplurge
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| You drive me bonkers, I’m about to get my swerve on for sure
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| Thought I was pimpin' 'til I felt like Nas, the first
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| Date 'cause I think I gave you power
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| When I gave you flowers in a vase
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| A box of chocolates, throat lozengers, cough drops and Certs
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| Probably shoulda never let me call that job of yours
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| To talk to your boss and ask him if you can take off from work
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| Shoulda been one of the first signs to cause alert
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| Man, we jumped in too fast
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| 'Cause since then I just can’t be apart from her
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| 'Cause nobody’s body’s awesomer
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| I lust her and she loves me 'cause I’m popular
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| But you know this ain’t love
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| You know this ain’t love, oh no (Oh this ain’t love)
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| You know this ain’t love (Oh this ain’t love), oh no
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| What is it then?
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| It’s desperation (She's looking for Mr. Right) (Hey!)
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| (Wants me to be that guy to her)
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| It’s desperation (I can’t even put up a fight) (Hey!)
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| ('Cause I give in at the sight of her)
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| And I here I go again
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| You were obviously oblivious to me
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| I swore I was just invisible to you
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| 'Til I went to the lengths I did to meet you
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| 'Cause you played so hard to get with me from
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| The beginning, now I’m in disbelief, I
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| Never knew that this could be such misery, ah
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| 'Cause now you see nothing but me
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| And I don’t see nothing but you
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| And I’m about to flip 'cause we are — super glued in
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| We stuck to each other’s hips and we can’t
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| Do anything individually, which is to cling on
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| Scared to be alone, can’t specifically describe it
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| I just can’t seem to give a reason
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| That’s definitive, just need ya
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| Talkin' about I live and breathe ya
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| And you pretend to be as mentally and physically
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| Addicted to me as Wiz Khalifa is to reefer
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| Don’t wanna be without you
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| Don’t wanna be with you neither
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| Bitch, put me in a situation in which it’s both I wish to seek
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| 'Cause this ain’t love
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| You know this ain’t love, oh no (Oh this ain’t love)
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| You know this ain’t love (Oh this ain’t love), oh no
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| What is it then?
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| It’s desperation (She's looking for Mr. Right) (Hey!)
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| (Wants me to be that guy to her)
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| It’s desperation (I can’t even put up a fight) (Hey!)
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| ('Cause I give in at the sight of her)
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| And I here I go again
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| Just want you to myself
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| Don’t wanna share you with no one else
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| «What the fuck you whisperin' for?
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| You get on my nerves, you make me sick
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| I think our relationship, it seems to be on the fritz
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| I mean it’s time that we just split and leave the
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| Games behind, your frame of mind ain’t the same as mine
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| I think you need to finish developing a
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| Little more mentally to get the picture.»
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| That’s a negative, Alicia, I will never give the keys up
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| To the crib ever again, no Visa
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| Not even a gift certificate from Tiffany’s
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| You better have an epiphany, slut
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| Guess what? | 
| (What?) The lease up
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| I’m just mad the time it took to discover
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| You were usin' me for loot like I used you for looks
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| Oh, thought you was too good for me, huh?
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| Yeah, toots, used to be my Carrie Underwood
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| I was your lumberjack
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| But I can’t stomach this, I’m leavin' you, I’m not comin' back
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| She said, «The fuck with that!
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| Where’s my Louisville Slugger at?»
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| She grabbed that fuckin' bat
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| And swung it at my head, I barely ducked and that’s
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| Right when she came up with a kick to the nuts twice
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| Steel toe, girl probably coulda put a 100-yard field goal
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| Through the uprights
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| You know this ain’t love, oh no (Oh this ain’t love)
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| You know this ain’t love (Oh this ain’t love), oh no
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| What is it then?
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| It’s desperation (She's looking for Mr. Right) (Hey!)
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| (Wants me to be that guy to her)
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| Lord, it’s desperation (I can’t even put up a fight) (Hey!)
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| ('Cause I give in at the sight of her)
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| Desperation (And I here I go again) |