You say 'why did you did it with him today?' and sniff me out like i was tanqueray . You are my fella,my guy . Hand me your Stella and fly , by the time im out the door you tear me down like roger moore..i cheated myself like i knew i would and i told ya that i was troubled and you know that im no good.run out to meet your chicks,there'll be none of you no more and i cried for you on the kitchen floor . sweet reunion , jamaica and spain were like how we were again . then you notice lickle carpet burn,my stomach drops and my guys churn...you shrug and it's the worst to truly stuck the knife in first.


i watch you in your sleep even when you're not there