| Hello?
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| Hey, is she home yet?
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| No, she’s not home yet
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| All right, thanks
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| Try to get you on the phone
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| But your mother says you’re gone
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| And you ain’t coming home
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| Girl, I’m sleeping alone
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| Try to get you on the line
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| And ask you to be mine
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| But you’re so hard to find
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| Girl, I’m sleeping alone
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| Baby girl, she makes the good motion
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| Make no mistake, she’s deep as the ocean
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| Jake never sleeps in the heart of the city
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| And God’ll never make another woman this pretty
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| And I can never guess why she even messed wit' me
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| Word to P. Diddy, I treated her shitty
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| I’m sick of cliches like opposites attract
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| When they drop the drum track, screaming, «Baby, come back»
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| Reality bites like pit bull fights
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| I jump outta bed and throw on my lights
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| Your clothes are all gone and you ain’t there
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| Your makeup drawer is empty
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| I found an old picture of you washing your hair
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| And now we ain’t even friendly
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| Try to get you on the phone
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| But your mother says you’re gone
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| And you ain’t coming home
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| Girl, I’m sleeping alone
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| Try to get you on the line
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| And beg you to be mine
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| But you’re so hard to find
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| Girl, I’m sleeping alone
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| Ain’t too many kids that bang like this shorty
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| She’ll sip champagne, she’ll come drink a forty
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| Got a smell that entice, dress kinda sporty
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| In public she’s nice, in private she’s naughty
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| I had every man’s dream in the palm of my hand
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| And fucked it all up like the Taliban
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| She left town with my ring and wrecked all our plans
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| And I don’t even care about the fifty grand
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| Man, to hell with the cash 'cause that ain’t the point
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| We used to sit around and laugh after smokin' the joint
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| We used to watch TV and eat chicken wings
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| We had tickle fights, we did the wild things
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| Now I’m all alone up in my room
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| This house is feelin' empty
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| We used to talk about being bride and groom
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| And now we ain’t even friendly
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| Try to get you on the phone
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| But your mother says you’re gone
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| And you ain’t coming home
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| Girl, I’m sleeping alone
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| Try to get you on the line
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| And beg you to be mine
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| But you’re so hard to find
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| Girl, I’m sleeping alone
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| I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry
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| I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, sorry
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| I’m sorry, sorry, I’m sorry, sorry
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| Me corazon ain’t comin' home
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| The sweetest thing I’ve ever known
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| Turned off her phone, left me alone
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| With pain that cuts down to the bone
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| It can’t be fixed, scars don’t heal
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| None of these chicks out here is real
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| Some of these chicks got sex appeal
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| But their souls all come up empty
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| Put me in the mix, girl, what’s the deal?
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| All I’m trying to be is friendly
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| Try to get you on the phone
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| But your mother says you’re gone
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| And you ain’t coming home
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| Girl, I’m sleeping alone
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| Try to get you on the line
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| And beg you to be mine
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| But you’re so hard to find
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| Girl, I’m sleeping alone
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| I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry
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| I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, sorry
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| I’m sorry, sorry, I’m sorry, sorry
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| I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry
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| I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, sorry
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| I’m sorry, sorry, I’m sorry, sorry |