| How’s it gonna go?
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| Tell me what your thinkin'
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| I can’t get a read on you
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| Anymore.
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| I’m sick of waiting by the phone
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| Hoping it starts ringing.
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| I played the fool like this before.
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| But no more.
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| I never thought that I’d be tangled in the ropes
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| Til the woman in my dreams took a shit inside my soul
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| Before that, I figured I could pay the toll
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| Til I understood how powerful love could be as a whole.
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| You ain’t shit til the kiss goes sour
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| Leaving you singing Anthony Hamilton in shower.
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| Run around, play those games
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| If you think I’m gonna fall for them again you’re crazy
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| And I ain’t saying that I’m past it
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| I’m just saying you don’t seem the type to even ask if
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| There’s something we can do to be a better match
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| Or if we even share a common interest either one of us is passionate about.
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| This isn’t love; |
| this is two people fucking
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| Each other over, making nothing out of something
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| Baby, you cold frontin' if you think I’m gonna stay.
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| Cause you can’t even look me in the face.
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| How’s it gonna go?
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| Tell me what your thinkin'
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| I can’t get a read on you
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| Anymore.
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| I’m sick of waiting by the phone
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| Hoping it starts ringing.
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| I played the fool like this before.
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| But no more.
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| I think it’s time we set it straight
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| It shouldn’t be allowed to go another day.
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| You dodge calls like a bullet in the Matrix
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| And got me waiting round and running out of my patience
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| Say it! |
| Let me know the problem,
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| If we can’t work it out, what makes you think we can share an apartment?
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| That’s right, I heard you talking
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| With your girlfriends getting drunk of vodka.
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| And I ain’t saying that you’re stupid
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| I’m just saying you and I ain’t really been target practice for Cupid.
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| Baby you know it’s true
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| Nothing else we can do
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| Cause I don’t plan on continuing as your little fool.
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| This isn’t love; |
| this is daytime television.
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| A soap opera with a bunch of little skeletons
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| I’ve known better, I would recognize the taste
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| So I think it’s time we went our separate ways.
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| How’s it gonna go?
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| Tell me what your thinkin'
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| I can’t get a read on you
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| Anymore.
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| I’m sick of waiting by the phone
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| Hoping it starts ringing.
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| I played the fool like this before.
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| But no more. |