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Can't
Be Messing 'round |
Album |
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Born To Do It |
Artist |
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Craig David |
Genre |
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Pop |
Album Year |
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2001 |
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Uh Uh yeah, Craig David, It's another
one
Gonna make ya make ya dance to this
This is how we do it one time
Into the year 2, 0 straight from 9, 9 (Come on)
One day minding my own business, girl from back
won't keep her distance
She was all over me, just won't let it be (oh no)
So I said to her I've got a girl at home
This is so hard for me but you gotta leave me alone
She said she didn't want to listen to me
Knew exactly what she wanted to be, my baby
I must admit that she was getting to me
Waiting for me, wanting me to hold her oh so tight
Together, forever, wherever (huh) whatever
She said she couldn't find anybody better
Wasn't gonna give up on me, she said:
Ooh, your looking so fly everytime you pass me by
I like the way you move your body
Girl I must admit you're looking real fit
Let's chill for a little bit
I know you wanna get with me, girl you know I'm
not free
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, Come on let me hit
it again
Come on let me sing it again
Won't pretend, can't be messing 'round with my girlfriend
It seems like everyday girl you wanna be calling
me
And when I step outside you always follow me
You said that you were really feeling Sisqo's song
About that thong, thong, thong, thong did I wanna
see?
And when you talk like that you know you're really
tempting me
But I got a girl at home who'll do the same for
me
And that's the way it's gotta be, gotta be so listen
now lady:
Ooh, I like your profile, the way you talk and smile
But you gotta understand lady, I'm not cheating
on my baby
Ooh, you know this ain't right, I'm going home to
my girl tonight
And I'm sorry that we couldn't get get it on
But the love for my girl's too strong
Chorus
Girlfriend this love we got be golden
And you know you got me open (open)
Since the day we started talking
You and I've had this special little something (something)
When I wake up in the morning (yeah, yeah)
Girl it would be you I'd be calling (that's right)
Since I met you my phone bill be doubling
But girlfriend you know that money ain't a thing
(ain't a thing)
With who me? The one and only C-R-A-I-G, come on
Now let me deliver this properly (yeah yeah)
So the world can see that I, ain't the type of guy
And why should I, make my girlfriend cry?
Can't deny the girl I met was real fly
But it's you that puts me on a natural high
So I just walked on by (ha ha), saying my oh my
(yeah)
I ain't gon' let no other girl start troublin'
Lose something like you, you must be joking (come
on)
Chorus |
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